“So, you ready for this?” I asked Pat as he wrapped his arm around the pole. He looked a little scared, but then again, this was his first time in goal.I backed up to the ball, and kicked with all of my strength. It soared over his head and SWISH ! landed in the net. “Oh that’s what I’m talking about!Bring it ON baby!!”I shouted as I circled the defense box. That was kinda mean of me, he doesn’t know anything about soccer.. I thought, and started to feel bad. I slowly approached him, tangled in the net, trying to grab the soccer ball. “Hey, Pat, want some help?” I gently tapped his shoulder, feeling the muscles tense up. Suddenly, I realized he might be my best friend, but I really, really liked Pat. His short brown hair and his cute freckly cheeks suddenly seemed soo gorgegous to me. We had been friends since we met in preschool, and now in freshman year in highschool, I finally realized I had liked Pat all along. “Hey Pat, I got something to tell you…”