Bonus [1]: Bath Bomb Conversation-7

"It's been a while," I sighed. "I've been so busy lately I haven't gotten to see his games lately and I hate that." Maddy handed me my camera. "Be sure to get good pics." I almost scoffed. Always. When we all finally piled into Caleb's car, I leaned my head against the window, my hand reached for the radio. Caleb swatted my hand away as we made our way over to the arena. I reached for the radio again, but Caleb swatted my hand once more. "What are you-" "I have news." "If this is about that stupid face mask you want me to get you-" Maddy started and Caleb raised a hand, cutting her off the motion. "No, it's not about that. I have actual news." "What is it?" Anmol asked. Caleb kept his eyes on the road. "I'm moving back to Italy." "What?" Everyone yelled, and I think Audrey's voice was a little louder than ours. Caleb's been living here for the past couple of years. I was happy he did it and so was Sam. I didn't think the two of them could keep up the constant flights of visiting each other every now and then. "What's in Italy?" I had to ask him. He glanced at me at the corner of his eye. "New job. Screenwriter." "Screenwriter? Really?" Maddy asked, surprised. "Why in Italy?" He smirked. "I don't know if you noticed but I can be a little dramatic-" "A little?" Audrey muttered. Caleb laughed. "They want my brain for a new soap opera and I can review other things there." "Other things?" "I've been working on pilots, ideas for new movies and shows. I have a lot for American lifestyle and I have some in movies. If they consider one of my scripts that I've written before it can be turned into a movie hopefully in two years." "Wow." Maddy said. Caleb said he related to Jacob not liking the idea of being tethered down to one place. I think this was part of his understanding. He only stayed here because of us but there was so much more for him outside of England. "When do you leave?" Anmol asked. He hissed like he had dreading to say this. "Tomorrow." "Tomorrow!" I exclaimed. "Caleb, why didn't you tell me earlier?" "You'll still see me around, don't worry," He grabbed my hand. "Nothing can really get me away from my family for so long." "Aw," Maddy said. "How emotional." "I was talking about Sam and Macy but go ahead and think you're included." "Uh, rude," Audrey muttered. "Joking." Caleb laughed. "Sam knew by the way." "I figured he would," I ruffled Caleb hair. "Call at least twice a week. Eat healthy. Have fun." He laughed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to camp, princess." "It doesn't matter where you're going," I smiled. "Just have a good time, Charming." He grinned right back at me at his long-time nickname. "Italy's tomorrow's dilemma. Let's go see our favorite person score for the hundredth time." "Why do you say it like that? We know you cheer louder for him more than anyone." When we reached a red light and Caleb stopped the car, he put his hand under Maddy's legs, reaching for something. "I'm his best friend. I've seen him play a million times." He handed me the megaphone he produced from under Maddy. "You bet I'm going to be cheering the loudest for him." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arenas held the most spirit for me. Spirit that was contagious beyond belief no matter who was playing. I could hear the crowd rose in my ears as the team, the city's team, came off from halftime, jogging over to the bench. I spotted the back of the guy wearing the number 11 jersey from where was sitting. He was talking to the ref and an opposing player. I crossed my legs, leaning against Maddy from my seat as he finally detached from them and jogged over. Correction: I assumed he was supposed to jog over to his team, but he ended up jogging over to the side, looking up at us from our seats. I could hear people around us scream loud as he got close enough to yell. "Hazel." That's the thing about this guy he didn't care that he was in the middle of halftime or that he should be completely focused on the game. I knew he was but c'mon. Sam grinned up at me, running one hand through his hair. I smiled back at him in the sight of him in his favorite attire. They were wearing the black jersey's today which matched the tracksuit that belonged to his. I think that jersey was my favorite too. It showed how bright his eyes were, how tanned his skin really was. It was similar to the shirt I was wearing but it always looked better on him- Wait, he called me. And by the look on his face, he knew I was ogling him. I got up, leaning over and holding onto the high railing that separated me from him. "Yeah?" "Hi." He grinned, his hands on his waist. I shot him a look. "You came here just to say hi?"