A/N: Whaddup, by the way I'm not entirely up with actual FIFA in real life so there will be inaccuracies feel free to point them out if you want but for the sake of this story so far, I will not be changing it unless I do a rewrite.

Calm couldn't remember if it was Luke or Michael's idea to stick around for Calum's first practice in a while. Calum could barely remember the reasoning behind it too, something about helping Michael design the character by watching him in action.

Either way, the coach wasn't too happy that Calum had two lackeys that didn't know what to do. Calum kind of just directed them over to the bleachers with a wave as he headed into the change room.

"Hood dog!" One of his teammates chanted as he walked in, it was rather routine for the men to enthusiastically cheer on a player for doing small things, which had started up as a joke in the beginning but quickly became some kind of ritual.

"Bank-ski!" Calum shouted back, coming to a stop in front of his usual locker with a laugh.

"Where have you been, mate? You completely dropped off the face of this earth right after Manchester." One of the other guys asked, Calum traced it back to the goalie. Jackson was a rather talk man, looked more like he'd play basketball rather than football.

Calum shrugged at the question, "FIFA is really up my ass about my character."

"Thought you liked it up your ass, Hood." One of the younger guys joked causing a riot of laughter among the players. Despite the nervousness bubbling up in his stomach, Calum tried to play it off with a small laugh and a wide smile. "You bet'cha."

That brought on another round of laughs as the boys began changing, Calum thought of what Michael and Luke could possibly be doing considering Ashton wasn't allowed to come.

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Luke snorted, "You totally do."

"Nope." Michael replied quickly with a shake of his head.

"Yeah."

"No."

"Yes."

"No, I don't."

"Say whatever the fuck you want, I know heart eyes when I see them." As the explanation fell out of Luke's mouth, Michael couldn't help but laugh. Hearing his heavily tattooed, black clothes wearing best friend say heart eyes was quite the sight.

"Laugh all you want, that doesn't stop it from being any less true." Luke scowled, sitting up upon seeing the Liverpool club jog onto the field. Michael had his sketch book out as he was already sketching out some kind of action shot.

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"Who are they?" One of the other forwards asked, nodding his head up toward the stands.

Calum followed his gesture and spotted the blond and dark blue haired boys seated way up in the stands, the two noticed and waved enthusiastically at Calum.

"They're from EA Sports," was all Calum said when they began their run around the field. His body got into the natural rhythm of a jog and when the coach's whistle blew which signalled for them to slowly transform their run into a sprint, Calum followed through with ease. By the end of the three laps, Calum and the rest of his club were covered in a thin layer of sweat. It didn't affect them much, considering the cool morning air chilled the sweat immediately.

Coach Tomlin called for them to all pair up and run through some different passes, he added that after they would scrimmage.

Michael had nearly filled the page with doodles of Calum's different movements and the lack of detail was actually annoying him, he was used to creating sketched skeletal drawings to fulfill his usual requirements. But leaving Calum faceless seemed like a crime, rather than go back over he turned to a fresh page and poised his pencil and thought back to his dream, a dream that never really felt like a dream. He'd woken up to an empty bed so he really had no idea if it was just a dream, Calum hadn't addressed the situation at all so he assumed it was.

Still, Michael couldn't stop himself as he put pencil to paper and began drawing faintly at first, before going back over with a little more force. Michael never really drew unless it was for work so this experience was rather new to him.

Luke looked over and nearly spat out his drink at what Michael was drawing. Easily recognizable although a little scratchy, Calum sat shirtless with the blinds casting dark shadows across his greyscale skin. It looked increasingly lifelike as Michael went along, Luke couldn't help but stare.

"Hey, what'you drawing?" Calum panted, having showered briefly before climbing up to where the boys sat, each of them were broken out of their trance immediately. Michael was quick to shut his book with a little more force than necessary while Luke played it off as if he was just fixing his hair.

"'Kay? You ready to go, then?"

A/N: This story just seems to be getting more and more gay, I love it.