This choice: soccer shoes, be the toe of the insole *how far she'll go to please* • Go Back...Chapter #3soccer shoes, be the toe of the insole" by: lilipoot   Melissa frowned, the little mental fantasy shattering at the idea, "Y-your soccer shoes? Are you sure? I mean, they're kind of..." She looked over to the corner, seeing the dingy worn down footwear. "I mean, you've left lots of stuff here. How about your swim suit, or that textbook you left or...." 'Anything really,' she added in her head. Rebecca wasn't exactly the star of the soccer team, but she was far from the worst, and known for being reliable. She practiced as often as she could trying to be the best she could, and her shoes reflected it, both inside and out. She clearly wanted to be the best she could be at it.
"Well sure, but it'd be pretty easy for your sister to check them to see if I'm sneaking you out. There's no way in hell she'll risk putting her hand into my smelly ole shoes, let alone looking inside. It's the perfect hiding place!" Rebecca restrained a smile, "and besides, I love those shoes. It'd be cute to see you as part of them". As much as she needed to know whether the rumors were true, she realized this might not be the best test. "She'd have to be crazy to hide in there. There's no way on earth she'd be lovestruck enough to-"
"C-cute? Oh, uh, sure! That's a good point!! With the hiding place I mean! I'll uh... hurry over, I'll be waiting... in the shoes... looking all cute." The phone quickly disconnected, and all Rebecca could do was sigh as she clicked her phone shut. "That better have just been her realizing it was a good point. I swear if I find out she's just been friends with me trying to get into my pants..." With another annoyed sigh, she headed out the door.
Melissa meanwhile stood in front of the tattered old athletic shoe. They had been white at some point, but had been worn down to a dingy brownish gray. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself up to the mouth of the shoe. The breath exploded out of her in a coughing fit as she rank air inside smacked her in the face. Losing her balance, she tipped over it and landed on the insole. Shakily, she got to her feet, wobbling a little bit at the overpowering aroma in the air. Looking down, she could see she was standing in a sunken black spot formed by Rebecca's heel from repeated wear. She could see smaller such spots appear up by the toe area far ahead. She briefly considered saying she was only able to merge in this spot, but then Rebecca's voice saying how it would be cute echoed in her head, and, taking a deep breath, she marched down to the toe area.
She lay down by the black toe prints, her eyes watering from the atmosphere. "How am I supposed to get distracted enough to merge in here? I mean seriously, this is gross. I can barely breath, and it's kind of burning my back. I can't believe she wears these things regularly... while she runs around the field in those short shorts... those curvy legs pumping as she chases the ball, hair whipping behind her..." Despite herself, Melissa slowly sank into the insole and lost track of time.
She was shook out of her reverie as foot steps approached her. She could barely see a sliver of the world from her vantage point, but saw as a finger hookedinto the shoe and picked it and the other one up. She almost shouted a hello to the person, but then recognized the polish as her sister's favorite color. She felt her world bouncing around as she was carried to the door, glad for a moment that she was stuck to the insole, otherwise she'd probably have been knocking unconscious. Suddenly the shoes stopped moving, and she heard her sister say, "Here...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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