FANFIC #8274255

"Hey, girl," Starsky greeted me, slapping me on the back like I was one of his teammates. I'm not, but that never stops him.
"Hey," I replied.
"I brought a friend... she's from the women's t---" Starsky said.
I interrupted. "Oh god, not Ian Healy's niece."
Starsky continued, "---eam, Ellyse Perry!" He looked towards a big fat tree at the other end of the park.
I looked too.
A very pretty girl stepped out from behind it, gave us a wave, and bounded over cheerfully.
"Hey, you must be Laura," the girl said, smiling at me, "Mitch has told me all about you."
I blushed. "Uh, yeah."
"I'm Ellyse," the girl said, holding out her hand to me.
I shook her hand. "Hi Ellyse."
"Cricket, anyone?" Starsky said, grinning at both of us girls.
"Nah," Ellyse said, "I just played a whole game yesterday or something. What about soccer?"
"Me and Starsky against Ellyse," I said.
"Huh," Ellyse said.
"I'm not very good, you'll easily win," I whispered to her.

Starsky produced a soccer ball from his back pocket and we played, using trees as goal posts.
After about an hour, Ellyse had kicked about 10 goals, and me and Starsky were still zero.
I was so tired.
I lay on the ground, just to get my breath back, while Ellyse and Starsky made small talk.
Then, suddenly, Ellyse screamed.
I sat up and looked around. "What?"
"I... oh god... uh," Ellyse stammered. She cowered next to Starsky and he put his arms around her.
A huge spider was in the middle of our 'soccer ground' about six metres tall and five metres tall.
"Oh my," I said, terrified.
I fumbled through my back pockets for something useful. I had a sandwich bag with money and licence, an apple pie, a puppy, a seraph blade...
I grabbed the pie.
I threw the pie and it hit the spider in the face.
The spider folded in on itself and disappeared.
Ellyse breathed a sigh of relief.
I high-fived Starsky, who was still wrapped up in a hug with Ellyse.
"Starsky, do I have to remind you about Alyssa?" I said, warningly, looking how close his mouth was getting to Ellyse's.
Starsky jumped back, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Um..."
"No wonder Ian Healy hates you," I muttered.
THE END.