Allie was having problems with her heart.

Ever since practice, the defender couldn't take her eyes off of her grade school friend. She closely observed the way she ran, her goal celebration and the way her brown hair and equally tan skin matched the colour chestnut.

After the girl's final day of tryouts, Coach Jackson posted the roster on the bulletin in the Student Center the 16 girls crowded around the sheet and were relieved to see that they had all made the team. Practice was held three days a week- Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 3 to 7 in the afternoon. Games were on the weekends. In between soccer, the young women pulled all nighters to stay caught up with school work and studied extra hours on the weekends to be prepared for the upcoming exams in December. Besides having school and soccer to worry about, the girls had their personal troubles. Like Allie's

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"So, what do you think of NYU so far?" Christen asked, reaching across the table to refill her water glass. Tobin smiled.

"I really like it here. Especially the people." Tobin forced herself not to wink at her teammate. Christen blushed anyways, but hid it by taking a gulp of liquid. The duo was eating out at a small deli in the city.

"How are your classes going?" The brunette asked thoughtfully.

Tobin shrugged in response. "Hard."

Press nodded in agreement. Tobin like Christen not only because of her calm personality and cooling voice, but because she was bright, bubbling and didn't seem the type to pester.

It was a nice change from Allie, who always wanted to know everything, asking tons of ridiculous questions. However much Tobin loved the blonde, she could get on the brunette's nerves.

Tobin and Allie had an impressively long friendship. The two had first met in first grade, when Allie stood up to a pigtailed girl that was making fun of young Tobin's shoes. The afternoon of the incident, Tobin approached a disappointed Allie in the school bus and plopped down next to her.

"Why are you sad?" She had asked. Allie explained that she had gotten a bad grade on a spelling test. Tobin patted her on the shoulder and replied, "It's okay."

From that point on, that's how the girls had been. Always there for each other. When Allie's mother cautiously told the blonde what a divorce was, third grade Allie ran away to the Heath's and stayed with them for a week until Ms. Heath finally persuaded Allie to go home. Allie had been Tobin's rock for the past three years, when she started questioning her sexuality. Allie had been the shoulder the brunette could cry on while she tore herself apart, saying she would never be happy as a gay with homophobic parents. "It will be okay." These were the words the two friends said to each other; it was there code of friendship, their motto. Everything will be okay. Everything will always be okay.