Protective Tobin
“Where's your jacket." Tobin asks.
"I don’t bring mine remember, you know that. It doesn’t match my outfit and it’s not even cold out.”
“I can see the goosebumps on your arms, Chris. Don’t tell me you are not cold.”
“No I’m not. It’s just a small breeze. Plus I’m feeling a bit too drunk to care actually.”
Just after she said that, Christen stumbles a little bit when her foot stuck on the crack in the pavement. Tobin rush toward her and quickly grasped the forward by her arms pulling her back up. She wrap her other arm around Christen’s waist holding her tight to her body and slowly guide her back toward the hotel.
Tobin feel the forward resists at first but she held on tight.
“Nooo...I want to follow Kelley, Tobin.”
“Nope, you had enough."
"But they all gonna hop to another bar.” Christen whines.
“I don’t want to be a party pooper...” The forward continues.
“No you can’t have another drink anymore, Chris. You are already drunk. You’ll thank me tomorrow.”
“But...Kelley said whoever go back early tonight is a party pooper and I don’t want to be one.” Christen pouts.
“I'll tell her not to call you that.” Tobin promise.
Suddenly the forward stop walking and turn to face her. She squish Tobin cheeks with both of her palms.
“Awww…you do that for me?” Christen said dreamily.
Tobin doesn’t reply, she's unable to actually with her face being squish like that so she just nods her head.
“You are the best roommate ever!”
Christen jumps toward her and circles her arm around Tobin’s shoulder for a hug and place a small kiss on her cheek.
Tobin hug her back. Her hands rubs the forward's back comfortingly when a gust of wind blown pass them and she can feel Christen shudder in her arms.
“Are you cold?”
“Nope.” Christen answer back softly from the corner of her neck.
Tobin rolled her eyes at the stubborn forward.
“Well I’m actually feeling a little bit warm.” The midfielder states.
Christen leaned back. “You are?”
“Yeap. So I need to take off my jacket.”
“Okay.” Christen take a few steps to the side to let Tobin take off her jacket.
Christen tries to walk back towards the bar but before she can reach the door, Tobin guide her back around.
“Nope. We are going back.”
She put her arms around Christen’s back indirectly putting her jacket onto the forward shoulder warming her.
“Come on let’s go. I don’t want you to fall sick.”
"But I’m not gonna get sick I’m just a little bit tipsy. How come you’re not?”
Tobin just shrug her shoulder nonchalantly. “Cause I have higher tolerance than you.”
“Hmm…..true.”
She continue guiding the forward beside her while thinking back to what happen in the bar earlier. She has been keeping close eye on the forward. Making sure she’s always within a few feet of Christen knowing that she can be at her roommate's side in an instance if she needed her.
She didn’t say anything when Kelley asked Christen to take shots after shots with her. But when the pair started to dance in the middle of the dance floor, she get a little bit antsy. Usually, there will be few of the guys that’s brave enough to approach them and just as the thought passed, she saw a few of them approaching the pair already. She was just deciding on how to best get to the dancing pair when suddenly a voice pipe up beside her.
“Let’s go get them.” Hope said more like instruct actually.
The keeper made the first move to pull Kelley out of the dance floor while Tobin follow seconds later holding on to the forward waist and turn her around while apologizing politely to the guys saying they need to go back already.
“Hey…Tobin. Wanna dance?”
“No..I just want to get some air. Wanna walk with me?” She invites the smiling forward.
“Okay.”
And that’s how they find themselves outside. When they reach the hotel room, Tobin guide the forward to her bed.
“You need help to change your clothes, Chris?" Christen just shook her head.
Tobin goes to the bathroom to change. She take her time while washing her face and brushing her teeth knowing her roommate need the extra time to change her clothes.
By the time she came out from the bathroom, Christen already laid down with her eyes closed, her dress and the jacket toss at the side of her bed. Tobin put a glass of water and bottle of painkiller at her bedside.
Then she take the dress off the floor and fold it and drape her jacket on the back of the chair. She switch off the light and lay down on her bed waiting for the sleep to come. Few minutes later, she heard the rustles of sheet beside her and a small voice pipe out.
“Thank you for looking out after me, Tobin.” Christen whispers out to the room.
“No problem, Chris. That's what I'm here for.”
“Thanks for the jacket too. I was cold.” The forward further admits.
“I know.” Tobin replies back cheekily.
“Goodnight, Tobin.”
“Goodnight, Chris.”
In the dark, both players didn’t notice the smiling face painting on both of their face before letting the sleep claim them.