At least, I didn’t think he wanted to leave.
I’d be fucking pissed if he did. I’d only just gotten here and I wasn’t about to lose him again because he decided he wanted to fuck off to York or Exeter or wherever else he was thinking of sodding off to.
Devon
Hey, you okay? You seemed a bit off today.
Jonny
I’m fine, just tired.
Devon
Are you sure? You know you can tell me.
Devon
Is it to do with your contract? It expires at the end of the season, right?
Devon
Because you know we’d riot if you left.
I’d riot. And I’d get everyone else to join me by simply being annoying as fuck until they complied. It wouldn’t be hard to get West or Mason to side with me, and I was pretty sure the pair of them could browbeat the rest of the squad into submission by sheer force of will.
Jonny
It’s not because of the contract, but yeah it’s up next June.
Jonny
Wasn’t planning on going anywhere though. Unless you don’t want me.
Devon
Don’t you dare. I just got here. This was our dream, remember? Play for the same team and win a shit ton of trophies.
Jonny
I remember. Not sure we’ll get to the trophies part though.
I smiled. In truth, the trophies part didn’t matter to me, not as much as playing for the same team. It’d been something we’d joked about when we were sixteen and playing on the sameUnder Seventeens team, spending every evening and weekend together.
I’d already thought I might be gay, but I hadn’t realised how much I loved Jonny. All I’d wanted was for us to be together for as long as possible because the thought of being without himhurt.
But then life had intervened when I’d been offered a contract with Marseille, one that would have been bloody foolish to turn down, so I’d moved and left him behind. Tried to move on. Failed. Fallen harder in love. And gotten myself stuck.
And I still couldn’t bring myself to consider a future without him.
Because together or not, my life was pointless without Jonny in it.
Devon
Doesn’t matter. Who wants a trophy anyway?
Jonny
Like 90% of the people on the team?