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Birthday plans
I know what you did last year
Featured in this story: Phil (click for pictures)
It’s the twins’ birthday party on Friday and I have the honor of organizing it. I have been talking to the twins’ friend Parker about last year’s party and he told me about it. Today I’m gonna meet their brother Jimmy, who is a professional soccer player in
England. He has been here in January when he and a team mate of his participated in our “Soccer balls” nutkicking competition. He lost but he took it like a man…
Jimmy is a very handsome 29 year old guy. He is blond like his brothers Michael and Will and has beard stubbles on his face. He is at the end of his – very successful – career as a pro soccer player and since January I have noticed several billboards with his face on it, promoting some kind of sexy fragrance.
He came to the studio today and he brought someone with him who I recognized from the training videos that he had sent me before the competition: a young, attractive red-haired junior soccer player called Phil.
Jimmy and Phil were standing in the door frame and grinned at me. Both of them were dressed in jeans, sneakers and t-shirts, and they both looked dashing. I thought that Phil with his red hair and his cute face could be right on his way to succeed Jimmy in the “Sexiest Man Alive (Sports)” category, once Jimmy decided to retire for good.
“Hello!”
“Hi there”, I smiled and shook their hands. “I’m Alex”, I said to Phil.
“I’m Phil.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen you in the videos”, I nodded. Then I turned to Jimmy: “I thought you’d come alone.”
Jimmy nodded. “That was the plan. But then something came up. An American soccer team wants Phil to play for them. It’s a bit of a secret and I offered Phil to take him with me. He is gonna be at the party tomorrow and on Sunday we’re gonna meet the top dogs of his new team.”
Phil punched Jimmy’s upper arm. “Potential new team. I haven’t decided, yet.”
“Ow”, Jimmy said and rubbed his arm. “I’m your mentor, not your bitch boy…”
“We’re not in England anymore, Jimmy”, Phil grinned and pretended to throw another punch at Jimmy’s arm, stopping right before impact.
Jimmy winced and Phil laughed.
The older guy raised his eyebrows. “Don’t do that!”
Phil laughed again. “Sorry.”
Jimmy looked at him suspiciously.
“I said I’m sorry. No more punches to your arm, I promise”, Phil grinned.
Jimmy’s expression didn’t change.
“Trust me”, Phil said and Jimmy shrugged.
“I don---“
Jimmy was interrupted by a quick, hard backhand slap to his nuts. He yelped and grabbed his groin.
Phil looked and me and laughed.
I grinned. “Nice to have you here!”