"And ___________ ___________ scores!" the announcer on the TV shouted.
Meanwhile in their home two teenage girls squealed, "Go ___________!" Lovina shouted.
Meanwhile Antonia had little anime hearts in her eyes, "Oh he is so hot~…"
"I know," said Lovina sighing girlishly.
"I wish one day we could meet…"
Lovina nodded, "I'm so his type."
You know that silence you have just before a storm is about to start…well that's what the silence was like for two seconds before Antonia spoke.
"No Lovi~…I'm his type…"
"Haha Toni," Lovina gave a dry sarcastic laugh, "I am…"
Thus ensued a cat fight.
"No I am!"
"Who would like you, you tomato bitch!"
"Pasta loving idiota!"
"Your butt is flat!"
"Your breath smells like garlic!"
"You Spanish idiot!"
Everything froze though when Antonia accidently pulled Lovina's curl…
"I'm so sorry Lovi!"
Lovina turned to her best friend, "YOU IDIOT!" With that the angry Italian woman ran to her room.
Antonia tried to run after her friend, but was stopped by an announcement on the TV.
"Sadly this will be __________ __________'s last game with the (creative team name) as he has been traded to Ailateh in World City."
Her jaw dropped. "LOVINA!" She squealed and ran to cheer up her friend.
Three Days later…
You, __________ ____________, were finally arriving in World City. You were hoping for a nice quiet entry, well you were wrong. Being surrounded by screaming fans wasn't the worst of it, you were going to be formally introduced.
"It's nice to meet you Mr.__________, it is an honor to have you on our team," the manager shook your hand.
"Nice to meet you sir," you said.
Behind you there was a fight going on amongst the fans.
"No I am you white-flag waving pansy!"
"No I am idiota!"
"It seems your pretty popular Mr. ___________."
You turned around and winced at the noise (sweatdrop), "Yeah…I guess I am…"