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September 26-27th, 2015: Teresa

The days went by and I could swear that papa was just getting more and more annoying. He was always complaining about how I'm never home, he never sees me, I've forgotten where I came from and all that mess. Now I'm here, and he just wants to complain about how I just sit at home all day. I swear my father is just a maniac...I guess I know where I get it from. Well, to be honest, I haven't been doing much lately. I think the only thing I have done that was actually helpful was clean the house. Other then that, I've just been laying around, hoping that this stupid strike can finally be over with, but every time I look at the FBA website, it just keeps getting worse. So...what do I do now? I thought about that world tournament thing, but I'm not eligible to enter or something. I also hear that some players are playing over in the European leagues. I thought about that too, but I don't know if any team would really want me. Plus, I might sign a contract that actually forces me to play there forever or something. There were also some strange options other players took. Like Dylan Redfield playing in the UFFL, didn't know he could play football really, and then there was this one story about this rookie named Erik Kijani who joined a street ball team. Yea, that should work out well...not. So what the hell is Cloricia gonna do? Sit around all day and whine? Heh, hell no. I go to the park sometimes and find some people to play with. Some FBA players would never be able to do that, but...I'm not really a "famous" FBA player so...yea, I can go wherever I want. It's been fun though. I still get to play, still get to work on my game, and sometimes there are some good challengers...sometimes.

Basically, it was like being a kid again. I have no job, I still live with my father, and I'm completely lost. Might as well start going back to high school....and start pretending to do homework. Yea, well my childhood wasn't all...dysfunctional I guess. I remember in high school me and my best friend used to sneak into a bar and hangout there. Yes, we were under aged and all that stuff, but hey, we had a hell of a time. But that was years ago...still, I wondered if that old place was even still open. Surprisingly enough, when I decided to check it out tonight, the place was still there. It had some new renovations too...and by that I mean a new sign. Still, I went ahead and walked inside to see what was going on. The whole place was loud and some strange rock music was playing. The place wasn't too crowded so I took a seat on a stool and waited. I'm pretty sure the old Raccoon that used to run this place no longer works here, so I wasn't expecting anyone to recognize me. Then...I heard something that nearly made me fall off my seat.

"Heyyyyyyyyy! Senior!.......more Tequila porrrrrrr faboooooooorrrrrr! HA HAAAAA!" It said.

I tried to ignore it. There is always that one fur at the bar. You get used to it eventually....but this girl didn't stop.

"What do ya mean I...I had enough?! You don't know me!....Do you?....we never met before right?....I hope I didn't sleep with you....HA!"

I tried my best to ignore it, but it was starting to get entertaining. I decided to peek over and see who this crazy girl was....at first glance, I was bit skeptical of who I saw, just some crazy coyote girl...but then I looked again and then I knew....it was my old high school friend, Teresa. What was she doing here? She looked awful...A part of me just wanted to leave, but...I couldn't leave her like this...I had to do something....so, I got up and start walking towards her. She was still going though, only now she was singing the Mexican anthem for some....strange reason. I decided that now was the best time to say something.

"Teresa?" I said.

She stopped singing and turned to face me. The moment she saw me I could see her smile go away. She now looked completely shocked.

"Cl...Cloricia?" She said.

Crap, what do I say? I really wasn't planning anything to say, but I had to say something.

"Hey Teresa." I said.

She then scared the hell out of me when she dropped the shot glass and ran towards me for a tight hug. The next few words she spoke were just random gibberish with my name occasionally being said...I guess she missed me. She smelled like so much alcohol. I decided to stop her and start asking questions.

"Teresa! Calm down!...How long have you been here?" I asked.

"Oh...oh not long at all. I got here like...like...damn what time is it?....Hey! Who has a watch?!" She screamed.

"Teresa, no. It's fine. Lets get you home alright. Did you drive here?"

She then started laughing and snickering and said: "Hehe,... I don't have a car....besides....cars are bad for the earth or something right? Hehe."

"Alright, here, you can come home with me."

I paid the bartender and dragged her out of the bar. That was probably the most embarrassing thing I had to in my life. To make it worst, she was still singing.

Once we finally got back home, I took Teresa to my room to lie down. She was still loopy as hell though. I sat her down on the bed and tried to get her to calm and sleep. That didn't work.

"Hey...hey...you remember when we were young and we used to get kicked out of the bar all the time, Hehe." She said.

That honestly made me laugh, but I was trying to be serious. I sat down next to her and tried to talk with her again.

"Um...Teresa...what were you doing getting flat out drunk anyway?"

Her smile went away. "Heh....I guess we all can't be FBA superstars, huh Tex?" She said.

"What?" I asked.

"My life....is just big pile of.....poop....heh....poop....and I just give up on it you know?...I'm just gonna live my life, be free, have some fun, right?!"

"Teresa...I'm sorry if you're going through some tough times, but..."

She then grabbed the back of my head and forced her muzzle against mine for some sort of awkward kiss. I pushed her away and yelled: "Teresa...What the....why did you?"

"Hehe.....now that was...." She then stopped talking and quickly ran to the bathroom. I could then hear her throwing up like crazy.

"Well...have a good night Teresa. See you in the morning."

The next morning was interesting to say the least. Teresa didn't wake up till noon, but before that, I had a pretty bad conversation with my dad. He was just upset that I brought Teresa home and we argued for a bit, but I really don't care what he said. Teresa was my best friend...and seeing her like that last night was...hard.

I was waiting in the living room when she walked in. Because of her, I had to sleep on the couch. She rubbed eyes and looked right at me. As if she was studying me or something. I just pointed to the empty space on the couch and said: "Sit"

She grunted and slowly walked over to the couch. She then sat down next to me and continued to rub her eyes.

"Okay, before we start." She said. "I just want to say that it is really nice to see you again after all these years and I'm so sorry for...anything that I did...ugh, I just hope I didn't do anything weird."

Well, there was still the kiss...and the throwing up....and the singing of the Mexican anthem....I'll just leave those parts out.

"Look Teresa." I said. "Just...tell me what's been going on, okay? Because something is definitely wrong."

Teresa was silent for a while and then she spoke again.

"Tex...I just...I just had everything in my life fall apart. It all started with this guy, and everything felt right, but I could never find a job and then he left me and then I lost the apartment and then.....other things...."

I could then see her starting to break down. I could tell that it's been very hard for her since we last saw each other. I went off to college and Teresa didn't have the grades or the money to really go anywhere. I then slide closer to her and gave her a hug. She smelled awful, but I stilled hugged her tight.

"Listen." I said. "We can get through this okay? I left you alone years ago, but I'm gonna help you out okay? I promise."

"No, Tex?" She answered. "I don't want to cause you any trouble with my problems."

"Hey, no no no. We are sisters okay? Hermanas. We look out for each other no matter what."

We then stopped hugging and she took the moment to wipe her eyes.

"Thank you Tex." She said.

"Hey, you would've done the same thing for me years ago."

She then leaned in for another hug.

"Did you kick her out yet?!" Yelled papa, from the other room.

"No!" I said. "She's staying with me!"

"What?! That's a terrible idea!"

"I keep you around don't I?!"

Then all I heard was some angry grumbling. Teresa and I just laughed.