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 Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:43 pm
He was still trying to wrap his head around the idea. For one, she remembered him. And she was friendly during the phone call, like what he remembered. But most importantly, she'd said yes to a Saturday in the park. With him. And there he was, dressed in a clean set of sweatpants and his nicest-looking jacket, his face recently shaved and his glasses shined, looking down at his lacrosse stick nervously. What if this was all a trick, and the Crystal girl was just laughing at him from inside a fancy cafe?
But she wasn't a Crystal girl, part of his mind insisted, her name was Rea. Somehow, that made a difference.
Zachary frowned, rolling the lacrosse stick in one palm slowly. All of this thinking was making him want to fidget, an action that he hardly considered masculine, or anything other than weird. He wanted things not to be weird, mostly because that's what got him in trouble the last time. He decided to distract himself by checking his cell phone, which to his disappointment had no new texts. They'd agreed to meet sometime around 3, and it was 2:58. There was no need to worry, at least not yet. Zachary sighed and shook his head, telling himself to focus. He was only re-meeting with a friend for some healthy fun, to distract himself. It was good for him. He glanced around, half-expecting the sight of a youma, but he frowned, looking back to his lacrosse stick. Today needed to not be about senshi. It needed to be about moving forward.
He could do this, he told himself, taking a pause as he thought about what he was moving forward from. He just needed to focus.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 4:10 pm
Rea was very rarely late, at least without good reason. The Crystal girl was one of the few of her generation who seemed to be punctual about meetings, learned perhaps from an over-diligent father or a slightly a**l-retentive mother. It was unprofessional to be late, not to mention rude, and spoke highly of someones thoughts of another or of the activity. There were never any 'I woke up late's or 'I forgot's or 'I lost track of the time's. Occasionally there were 'I was fighting a monster that was trying to eat my best friend's, but those were few and far between, since most youma activity seemed to tend towards nighttime escapades.
Even so, this wasn't one of those times.
Rea checked her phone just as she was walking across the park, her eyebrows furrowing a little at the tiny illuminated 3:07 that flickered onto the screen, scowling at it before sliding it back into her pocket. She hated being late. Worry was what had driven her to wait so long in getting a ride to the park that day, nervousness that bothered her almost as much as the fact that she had slipped up. Clutching her lacrosse stick tightly in one hand, the strawberry-blonde gave a barely-audible sigh of relief as she spotted the familiar figure, holding his own Hillworth-green lacrosse stick.
"You're here."
It wasn't the most eloquent thing she could have said. In fact, it was one of those obvious things that people usually scoffed at. Neither of these things, however, seemed to bother Rea, her expression smoothing out from the irritation at herself from a few moments before, coming to a stop a few feet in front of Zachary.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 11:54 pm
Nine minutes later, Zachary had entirely foregone his unwillingness to fidgeting, and in his idle standing he had started to unwrap the green tape lining his lacrosse stick. A good six inches of the tape trailed away from his hand like an errant piece of ribbon, only stopping his slow process of picking away at the glue to check his phone again with a sigh. The expression on his face was blank, but his gut had long since begun to sink, feeling the same uncomfortable emotions from last year. It wasn't all that inconceivable, that he'd read this girl the wrong way. Maybe he was just better off heading home and finishing off that geometry homework that had plagued him the past few days.
He had just decided to wait until 3:10 (it was a nice, even number) and leave when he heard Rea's voice, turning and greeting her with a surprised expression. Her arrival after all of his doubting gave him a foot-in-mouth sort of feeling, and as he turned awkwardly to face her, his mind scrambled for something casual and normal to say. Something smooth.
"...Yeah," he said with a nod, resting his lacrosse stick on one shoulder in a posture that was far more relaxed than he felt. "There's not much to do at Hillworth, so I got here early." Finding it altogether too difficult to look into those blue-green eyes, he looked upwards, assessing the clearness of the sky as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"It's a good day for practice," he said, making a conscious effort not to bite his lip. "You ready for the season?"
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