09/5/12
WHO: Amalia and Anthony
WHERE: The lacrosse field.
WHEN: Wednesday, September 5th. After classes.
WHY: Well Ama promised to be a subject for Anthony to test his healing abilities. He decides to wait for her on the bleachers.
The sun was warm on Anthony's back that day, but the cool breeze that ruffled his hair suggested that the quick approach of autumn was only a short breadth away. The teen sat on the cold metal of the bleachers as he watched the lacrosse team sweep over the field, their yelling and shouting echoing over the sound of music playing on his headphones, among that equally delightful sound of bodies slamming into one-another as girls fought for the ball. It was a sport that would have otherwise been considered attractive had there not been so much pain involved; for that, Anthony passed.
His attention was only halfway there anyway. The only reason he watched at all was because of the mere physics of the sport; the single ball in the air darting from stick to stick so easily, and yet swift enough that he was sure he'd never be able to pull it off if he ever tried himself. The companionship flew past his head completely when the girls scored a goal and would immediately assault one-another for group hugs or chest bumping. Perhaps if they played in bikini's, things would be more interesting. As it was, Anthony found himself leaning forward to rest elbows on knees as he fiddled with his phone instead, only looking up occasionally when he caught wind of some interesting tactics happening on field -- and pursing his lips when people all gathered to steal the ball instead of block paths to the now-open goal. It was why he'd prefer chess.
So he sat and waited, practically alone on the bleachers save for one or two other females waiting for their friends to finish practice. Anthony didn't bother with them, and didn't even notice when one would look back for a curious glance. He only folded his arms behind his head and leaned back languidly.
WHERE: The lacrosse field.
WHEN: Wednesday, September 5th. After classes.
WHY: Well Ama promised to be a subject for Anthony to test his healing abilities. He decides to wait for her on the bleachers.
The sun was warm on Anthony's back that day, but the cool breeze that ruffled his hair suggested that the quick approach of autumn was only a short breadth away. The teen sat on the cold metal of the bleachers as he watched the lacrosse team sweep over the field, their yelling and shouting echoing over the sound of music playing on his headphones, among that equally delightful sound of bodies slamming into one-another as girls fought for the ball. It was a sport that would have otherwise been considered attractive had there not been so much pain involved; for that, Anthony passed.
His attention was only halfway there anyway. The only reason he watched at all was because of the mere physics of the sport; the single ball in the air darting from stick to stick so easily, and yet swift enough that he was sure he'd never be able to pull it off if he ever tried himself. The companionship flew past his head completely when the girls scored a goal and would immediately assault one-another for group hugs or chest bumping. Perhaps if they played in bikini's, things would be more interesting. As it was, Anthony found himself leaning forward to rest elbows on knees as he fiddled with his phone instead, only looking up occasionally when he caught wind of some interesting tactics happening on field -- and pursing his lips when people all gathered to steal the ball instead of block paths to the now-open goal. It was why he'd prefer chess.
So he sat and waited, practically alone on the bleachers save for one or two other females waiting for their friends to finish practice. Anthony didn't bother with them, and didn't even notice when one would look back for a curious glance. He only folded his arms behind his head and leaned back languidly.