Soccer: A Fictional Narrative

Today is a big day. It's the tryouts for soccer. Zach and I have practiced all summer for this day. Zach’s my best friend. It seems uncanny that a guy and a girl would be best friends, but it’s not. People would say “Oh, are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?” or something to that effect, but we’re not. I don’t have any desire to date him and I believe he has no desire to date me. At least not yet. “Hey Rosie Moore!” Zach said. I find it funny that he greets me by my full name, and I think he does too. “Hey Zach. You ready for today?” I said as we met up with each other and approached the field. “I better be. You and I have been practicing allllll summer,” he said as he rolled his dark brown eyes that flawlessly matched his hair. “Well, let's go.”

We both met up with the coach to
We’ve won 6 games and only lost 1. Zach and I haven’t talked very much. He’s been looking glum recently, and I know it’s because of me. I feel so bad about this whole situation, and I’m not sure what to do about it.
Fiona and I have been getting closer. It’s sort of bitter sweet, though. I’m going to try my best to break the ice between Zach and I.
I went up to him today and asked how he’s been. He gave me a short answer, something like, “Yeah I’m doing alright. What about you.” That wasn’t a good sign.
Every day after school I tried to talk to Zach like old times. Each day he got easier to talk to, so I was making some progress. Then, something peculiar happened. I got a new emotional attachment to Zach. I wanted to be with him all the time. I don’t know what this was about. I decided to tell Fiona.
“Hey Fiona, I have this, like, I get this,... HOw do I explain? It’s about Zach. Every time I see him, I know I want to talk to him. I want to be by his side at all times. What do you think is going on?”
“I’m going to be honest, Rose. I think you like him, too. Maybe you should tell him these feelings you have.”
I took her advice,