The Last Time (Ted's Version)
Chapter One
chapter warnings: language
word count: 962
authors note: even though these two beginning chapters are on the shorter side, I hope you enjoy so far! I cannot wait to get into the main chunk of the story there's gonna be soooo much drama hehe
Ted Lasso: Lacy where did you go?
Coach Beard: I think your singing scared her.
Lacy Watson: I literally told the both of you I was going to the bathroom. I'll be right back.
***
After Ted had sent me his address last night, I packed a bag filled with some under garments and makeup and most of my important belongings and left. At this point, I didn't even care anymore. I'm starting fresh and whatever I can't bring with me, I'll buy when I get there.
I followed my GPS and pulled up in front of a house that had the name LASSO on the mailbox. Of course Ted would be the kind of guy to have his last name on his mailbox, I thought to myself.
After taking my bag out of the car, I walked up to the front door and knocked on it. Ted answered after the third knock.
"Hey, there! Welcome!" Ted obnoxiously yelled out as he answered the door.
"Hi, Mr. Lasso," I answered back.
"Please, Mr. Lasso was my father. Call me Ted." He reached out his hand. I grabbed it and shook it. God, his hand is huge.
I walked into his house and looked around, being a little bit nosy. The house was decorated beautifully, most likely by a Mrs. Lasso. There were also some toys scattered around the house. Why would Ted take a job overseas when he obviously has a wife and child? Is he running from something too?
"Beard, come say hi to Lacy," Ted called out into the living room, where Coach Beard was passed out on the couch with his mouth wide open.
"Aw shit, party's already over," I said with a snarky tone in my voice.
"Sorry 'bout that. He's been a little stressed about the whole move." Ted responded.
"Aren't you?" I asked.
"A little. But I'm more excited about the opportunity, ya know? It'll be a fun adventure." Ted smiled.
"Yeah, it'll be a great opportunity for a fresh start."
"Well, yeah, that too," Ted tried to smile, but I could tell it was fake. "Alrighty, well we have to leave for the airport in about five hours so try to get some sleep. If you want, my wife and son are staying with my in laws so you can sleep in my bed if you don't wanna sleep in the same room as Beard. He don't bite though, I promise."
"I make no promises," Beard said sternly in his sleep making you and Ted jump.
"Christ, I thought you were asleep," Ted exhaled.
"I am. But I am always listening." Beard continued, his eyes still closed. Ted looked over at me and shrugged.
"Uh, yeah. I think I'd rather sleep in your dirty bed than sleep in the same room as him." I laughed a bit.
"Okay, yeah. I can't say I blame you there. Well, make yourself at home. Bedroom is upstairs, last door on the left."
"Thanks, Ted." I smiled and headed upstairs with my bag. Still feeling weary about sleeping in a man's bed who I literally just met, I just laid on top of the comforter and stared up at the ceiling.
What the fuck am I doing?
***
If someone asked me twenty-four hours ago where I would be, I would have died laughing if they said 35,000 feet in the air sandwiched between Ted Lasso and Coach Beard.
I'm starting to think there might be something wrong with Beard, all the man does is sleep. Ted was talking to him for a good five minutes before he realized that he was asleep the whole time.
"Should we play a game to get to know each other better?" Ted proposed.
"Okay. What do you want to play?" I responded. I haven't played these sorts of games since I was in high school.
"I'm just gonna throw a bunch of questions at you and you just say the first thing that pops into your mind, okay? Don't even think about it."
"Wait, wait, so you aren't even gonna answer them? You're just gonna get to know me?"
"No, I'll answer them at the end. You're gonna go first. Alright. Favorite singer?"
"Taylor Swift."
"Favorite food?"
"Anything Italian."
"Favorite color?"
"Purple."
"Favorite show?"
"South Park."
"Okay. Kenny Rogers, peanut butter, orange, and Cheers." Ted said all at once. I just stared at him with a blank look on my face.
"I don't really see the logic in us playing the game like that." I laughed.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right 'bout that. I'll keep that in mind for next time." Ted smiled.
After a few minutes of silence, the cabin lights started to dim as most of the people on the flight started to drift to sleep, even though it was midday. We still had eight hours left on the flight, so I might as well get some rest.
"Goodnight, Ted." I looked up at him to see his eyes already shut and mouth wide open. I smiled quietly to myself as my eyes started to flutter shut, as well.
***
It's almost impossible for someone to sleep through an entire flight, but I really lucked out. Eight hours later, my eyes began to slowly open as my body could feel the decent into London. My stomach dropped a bit as I realized my head had been resting on Ted's arm. As I lifted my head off of Ted's arm, I had accidentally knocked Beard's head off of my arm.
"Christ, sorry, Ted. You could've moved me." I apologized. Ted had been awake reading a book.
"Nah, that's alright. You two looked so peaceful I didn't wanna disturb ya." Ted smiled, not looking away from his book.
"Ladies and Gentleman, British Airways welcomes you to London. The local time is 8pm.
Again, what the FUCK am I doing?
