Chapter #8Hope saw her by: Alina   You groaned as you tried to get up, your hands slipping on the slick surface of Alex’s flip-flop. Looking up, you tried to find out where you were on the damn thing, but your head was still spinning after the fall from Hope’s sneaker. As you tried to stand up, you felt like you were on violent seas as you instantly fell on your ass. Closing your eyes, you tried to make things stand still as quickly as possible, before the worst could happen. You didn’t make it in time.
FOOM!
You had just gone from trying to make the world stand still, to having the sky fall on you as Alex planted her foot down flat on her flip-flops. High above, Alex was busy checking her phone as she leaned back in the seat of the bus. She pressed her toes into her flip-flops unconsciously as she scrolled through endless updates and messages on her screen. Down under her foot, your head had finally stopped spinning, but now you were busy pressing against the unyielding ceiling that kept coming down on you bit-by-bit. Your hands sunk into her skin only a little bit before they hit into resistance…like a huge plate was underneath the mass of flesh above you. Looking around in the dim light that seeped through, you realized quickly the reason for this sensation; you were under Alex’s heel. Your attempt to push her foot off of you finally came to an end as your hands slipped on her sweat-soaked sole! It felt like you were hit by a heavy-weight champion as Alex’s heel finally settled down on you fully (http://pics.wikifeet.com/Alex-Morgan-Fee...).
“You see what they said about our next game?” Alex said as she thrust her phone in Hope’s face.
“Not when you put the screen that close to me,” Hope said as she pushed Alex’s hand back playfully.
“They say you’re going to be in trouble if you don’t step it up. See? It’s not just me that rides your ass,” Alex chirped as she went back to her phone, not giving any heed to the anger that flashed across Hope’s face for a moment. Annoyed, Hope began looking for where she left her water bottle on the floor.
Finally, Alex’s heel lifted off of you as you slowly stood for the first time in a while. Looking around, you tried to figure out a way off of Alex’s flip-flop, but got distracted as something tremendous blocked out the sun that was shining in. Hope was scanning the ground near you as your body suddenly had live breathed back into it. Quickly, you began shouting, waving, and jumping like a maniac in order to get Hope’s attention. As her massive eyes finally traced over your area, you saw them grow wide and pause as you made direct eye contact with a goddess…at least briefly before Alex’s heel came down on you again.
“Something wrong?” Alex said as she leaned forward in her seat, pressing the tiny person Hope thought she just saw under her heel mercilessly. Rubbing her eyes, Hope looked up at Alex blankly and weighed the options of telling her what she thought she just witnessed….then decided against it.
“Just looking for my water,” Hope said.
“Oh, alright,” Alex said as she leaned back and plugged in her headphones before tuning out to music….her feet sliding out of their flip-flops and leaving behind the tiny person. He hadn’t been a hallucination after all!
Groggily, you pushed yourself up once more after getting blindsided by Alex’s foot. Looking back up at Hope, you felt a wave of relief wash over you as you saw the most beautiful thing you’d seen all day…her waving at you and smiling (http://larrybrownsports.com/wp-content/u...). You were about to begin walking towards her when once again Alex’s foot decided that it wasn’t done with you yet….
TWACK!
This time, her foot ran you over from behind as it rushed forward to the thong of the flip flop. For a second, as you were crammed between Alex’s big and second toe, you thought that you’d be crushed against the thick plastic pillar… but you were saved (for lack of a better word) as you were quickly pulled under the advancing foot. This time, you were left half-buried under the ball of Alex’s foot, your upper torso exposed as her feet arched up over you like tan titans. You struggle to crawl out from under her hulking foot, but find the pressure is too great on your waist to get loose. Looking around, you saw that there was still easily more than a football field worth of space left of Alex’s flip flop as Hope giggled from above (http://pics.wikifeet.com/Alex-Morgan-Fee...). Looking up at her pitifully, you waited for her to offer you some kind of help…instead she just waved at you….
FOOM!
Alex once again lowered her foot on you, crushing your face flat into the insole of her flip-flop. Hope laughed as she watched you get helplessly get manhandled by Alex’s foot for a few more minutes. When Alex finally kicked the flip-flops off again, Hope quickly reached down for you (http://www.thesportsbank.net/core/wp-con...). In one swift move, she snagged you and her water bottle as she looked around to make sure no one was listening. Alex had thankfully fallen asleep as Hope lifted you up to her face.
“Ok, so spill. How did you get like this?” she asked.
You paused for a second before….
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