You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or if bisexual sex offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in.
This story is about a young man, the brother-sister twins he is in love with, struggling with the gifts they all possess, and trying to find out where they all fit in the world.
Casey has realized that he is missing out on Female companionship, and decided to find himself a Girlfriend... and he is finding it rather difficult after striking out with a girl he really liked...
This is the second book in a series, so you may want to go back and check out the first book.
The Girlfriend Problem: Gifted Book Two
Chapter 2:
Paintball
Joshua
Casey had tried once more the next Friday night, but hadn't felt any connection at all with that girl. I could tell he was getting frustrated, but we reassured him to give it time, a relationship was not something that happened overnight... well baring our relationship... that was something completely different. Most people spend years trying to find the right one, and it was not something that he should be rushing. Especially in our delicate situation.
What he really needed was something to take his mind off the dating conundrum. Thank goodness that Sunday was paintball day! Grandpa was meeting us at our usual field. He rented out the whole field for us once a month for these training sessions.
We arrived at seven AM. There were a few guys there, that were getting the bad news that the field was rented for a private party and they did not look happy.
"Hey, what gives... you the guys renting out the whole field? The Fuck Man... You guys too chicken to play against other teams?"
"No, it is more for your protection. We run extreme speedball, at speeds of close to four hundred plus mph. It really hurts when you get hit and can injure easily."
Their eyes lit up, "Oh man, come on... you got to let us play with you. I've always wanted to play at faster speeds."
"Why not!" Grandpa said as he walked up with a grin.
Are you sure about this Grandpa?
I thought.
Yes, it will be good practice for you, and break up the routine a bit. Let's just all agree to hold back a bit, nothing flashy, just standard dodging.
Yea but what about them? We could hurt them.
Carrie pipped in.
We will lower our markers down to three-twenty. They will not know the difference. It will still be moving faster than they are used to. This field typically runs at two-eighty. We will mitigate potential injury on their end, and you will still get a workout.
"So what do guys say, My grandkids, versus you three. I'll ref."
"Sure." All three nodding vigorously.
"Ok, before we start, I will have to get you boys to fill out one of the field's standard waivers, but we will add a stipulation for the conditions we are going to play at. Agreed?"
They looked at each other and nodded back. Grandpa got three waivers from the attendant, who was not too happy about it, but Grandad paid a lot for the use of this field and he could invite whomever he wanted to while it was his. He added a stipulation at the bottom that the usual safety precautions would not be in play and that they were playing at their own risk. It was all very official sounding language. His son was a lawyer after all.
They signed and Grandpa said, "Ok, let's get started. You guys have to pay for your own gear rental. But I have all the paintballs you will need." They smiled at that. The rental is general cheap, the paint is what cost so much in this sport. "My name is John, and these are my grandkids Josh, Casey, and Carrie."
"I'm Max, this is Jeff, and he's Camron." They were about our age, maybe one of them, Jeff, looked as young as sixteen. They were all cute though. It still amazes me that I consider how cute a guy is now the first time I meet them. "So, is she going to play too?" Max asked.
"Oh, you should not have said that..." Casey said, as his sister's grin had become decidedly wicked.
"Why not? This is paintball, girls tend to just whine and complain when they get hit."
"My sister is just as aggressive as me and Josh here, and we are college football players. You just painted a big old target on your chest for her." Her grin turned even more evil looking.
"Bring it!" he smirked.
"Oh, it is about to be brought..." Carrie quipped back.
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Match one: We gave them the choice of field ball or speed ball for the first game. They chose speedball.
We were on the north side of the field, with all of our hands on the pin. The pin is one of the ways to win. If anyone on the opposing team can touch the pin without getting hit, they win. The other way to win was to eliminate all members of the other team.
Grandpa whistled and the match began. It was a furious forty-five seconds. We ran to cover, balls flying and whizzing by our heads as we ran. Camron got out first "Hit!" raising his marker in the air and moving to the side.
Jeff was their best player, he was fast and agile, and accurate. He got Casey with a luck shot as Casey stumbled over a rock underfoot. "Hit!" A few seconds later Max yelped "Hit, hit, hit..." as three shots took him chest, arm, and leg from Carrie.
Carrie, you take the left and draw his fire, I'll flank and take him from behind his cover.
Roger.
She sprinted out to a new cover on the left of the field. She was swerving back and forth, dodging each of his well-placed shots. I began my rush as Carrie opened up on his barrier. She just hit it with as much paint as possible. This kept his head down as I dashed to the right, keeping low. Jeff suddenly realized that I was coming behind his cover on his left, my right, and started to turn his marker my direction. It was too late.
Pop, pop, pop... "Hit!" he raised his marker in the air from his prone position on the ground. Carrie ran over to me and slapped a high-five.
Max walked over to help Jeff up. "Man, you guys weren't kidding these balls hurt." He had one hand on his chest where the ball had hit. Camron walked over as well. Everyone plugged their barrels, and we walked off the field for a quick drink of water. Max took his shirt off to check out his 'wound.' A good size bruise had formed on his right rib where he had gotten hit. His arm, right on the bicep, was not as bad.
The other two checked themselves out as well, they just lifted their shirts to look. All three of these guys were very cut and trim. They must have lived very active lifestyles. I found myself staring, and quickly glanced away. Casey had a knowing smile. "So, guys, you still up for more?" I asked.
"Fuck yea man, we can take it." Jeff piped in, there was a hunger in his eyes. The other two agreed.
We played through four more games of speedball. We won all four games, but they got better and better with each game. The third game was a shutout, but the fourth was very close, Jeff got me and Carrie with early hits as we were running to cover. And Max was taken out on their side, leaving Casey against Camron and Jeff.
But Casey was able to just edge out a victory taking out Jeff with a luck hit to the ankle as he was changing cover. Then he took out Camron by running him down. It is a desperate, dangerous tactic, but works more times than you might imagine. Having someone running right at you, firing as fast as he can at you can be intimidating, and a lot of players freeze up. Camron froze up, "Hit, Hit..." as he took two shots to the chest.
Jeff was limping a bit but had a big smile on his face. We stoppered our barrels and headed back to cover for a drink. "Best Birthday ever! Thanks for letting us play with you guys today. I'm not sure what we would have done otherwise today," Jeff said with a big grin.
