Author: Vix
Email: Vix_Chic@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: I own every one except for the originals.
Category: Future Children
“Come on, you guys are no fun.” Eddie said to Thomas and Nicole as he got out of the Jetta.
“No, we are fun, we’re just not athletic.” Nicole clarified as she waved good-bye and drove off.
“Great.” Eddie said as he made his way to the empty basketball court.
He dropped his water bottle he was carrying on the bench and proceed to take off his shirt revealing a well toned chest and stomach.
He lines up his first shot the hot New Mexico sun at his back.
After two set’s of twenty right handed and left handed lay ups he started to practice his free throws.
He missed every shot of his first set. In frustration he threw the ball as hard as he could at the backboard making it shoot back at him.
As he went to catch the ball a voice startled him from behind, “Very manly aren’t we.”
The ball came crashing into his stomach sending pain through out his abdomen.
“What?” He asked as he turned around making the sun light reflect of his wet chest as he straightened his back to stand completely, the pain fading
“Your obvious demonstration of your strength. It’s a typical male movement to prove that they are… king of the jungle so to speak.” She said putting her hands on her Blue Jean covered hips.
She had a blue sweat top over a spandex like shirt that went to right above her belly button and short cut offs.
“No that movement was to prove nothing except I suck at free throws and it pisses me off.” He said with sarcastic smile already annoyed.
“Whatever.” She said in dismissal, “Are you going to be playing here all day?”
“That was the plan.” He said turning to shoot again.
She bit her lip as his glimmering back muscles flexed when he shot the ball towards the hoop.
He missed it… by about a mile.
“Who are you?” she asked as she walked over to pick up the ball.
A cloud crept up on the sun making the earth below it shaded.
That’s when he saw her completely, and that’s when he stopped breathing.
She had her blonde hair in a ponytail high up on her head. Her eyes were fierce and an interesting sapphire blue color like dark stone spheres, and did she have a body. She looked like the athletic type.
“Are you new?” He asked completely ignoring her previous question.
“Depends. Who are you?” She replied as she started to dribble the basketball towards him.
“I’m Edward Valenti. Now are you new here?” He asked again as he reached for his ball.
Seeing what he was doing she took a quick step back surprising him; “I’m Julie Bradfield. Yes I’m new. How long have you been here Edward.”
“My friends call me Eddie, I have lived her basically my whole life. Are you a cheerleader?” He asked curiously.
“Well Edward do I look like an air-head?” She asked with distaste turning to shoot a free throw.
Eddie’s jaw dropped as it swooshed.
“Cheerleaders aren’t air-heads.” Eddie said as she tossed him the ball.
“You must date one then.” She said checking him out as he lined up his shot.
“Actually if you must know I’m single. If you’re not a cheerleader then what are you?” He asked letting the ball fly from his fingers.
“What says I have to be something?” She asked with raised eyebrows.
“It’s just I don’t see many brains with your beauty.” He said smoothly.
“Excuse me? Did you just say because I’m pretty I can’t be smart? Let me tell you something boy, I don’t now where you get off thinking…” She began but was interrupted by Eddie.
“You need to meet my cousin.” He said shaking his head.
“Why?” She asked her tirade forgotten when his bright blue eyes met hers.
“She’s like you except she’s not a jock.” He said tossing her the ball.
“How did you know I’m a jock?” She asked lining up her shot.
He watched her form. He watched her lift herself up on her toes calves flexed; her arms fly over her head arm muscles taunt and her soft hands release the ball sending it spiraling into the hoop.
She turned to look at him. He quickly looked away embarrassed.
“I just figured if you weren’t a cheerleader you were an athlete.” He said truthfully still starring at his Nikes.
“I’m trying out for the basketball team Monday.” She said as she reached for her forgotten water bottle.
“You’ll make it.” He said.
A car pulled up and he honked its horn.
“My friends call me Jewels.” She said with a smile as she began to walk off.
“Bye Julie.” He said with a smile playing at his own lips.
The End