So De Drama part 2

Continuing on from where we left off...it is Wednesday, February 27th, around 8 EST (when the fun is taking place).

Then that night, I've been going to this thing at Frank's church/old school to play soccer with him, Salad and George (plus others). So last night, I went there and I was talking to this girl, Liz (who is SO FRIGGEN COOL!) and Salad comes over, so the three of us are talking and joking around and stuff and Salad is making fun of me because I laughed when the ball hit George on the back of his head. We were also explaining to Liz about our chemistry class...with each other. I told her it was terrible, and Salad just rolls his eyes and says "It's not that bad", so the three of us hang out and talk for a little bit about science and stuff while everybody else is either shooting at the goal or making a basket. I know, I know...you are probably wondering (if you have read more of my posts) why Salad and I aren't out there either. The answer is simple...I didn't want to just shoot on goal, I'd rather play a game (and so would Liz) and Salad...I don't know why he was hanging out with us...but George...George practically ignored me.

So blah blah blah...Frank got rid of the basketball and then the game "started". Frank and Salad were captains and got to choose players, it was originally Frank, Jorge (and three? other people maybe) against Me, Salad, Liz (and 5 other people) because the people on Frank's team were the best (with the exception of Salad and myself) but by the end of the night there were four people on each side and Salad, Frank, George and I were all killing each other for the ball. It was so cool, Salad and George collided and fell to the ground, so Frank and I helped George up (but then I felt bad for Salad because nobody is helping him up, and when I looked over at him he looked like he wished he were George)

They decided to close early because of the roads, which was why a lot of people left earlier but the rest of us who stayed, were hot and therefore not fazed by the cold weather outside. (we were inside the gym) But inside we were all sweating, especially Salad and George (who both look great covered in sweat I may add) and Salad even admitted to being tired (I have NEVER EVER heard him say those words) and then later Salad's pants were falling down and you could see his white (with red polka dots) underwear so we went on like that for awhile until I had to go, and when I got home, I practically passed out on my bed after that.