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Post by DEVON LUCAS JONES on Dec 24, 2009 0:22:41 GMT -5
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GUESS I CROSSED THE LINE SOMEHOWmorale was down despite the fact the team had won. something had been off this game and everybody knew what it was, or rather, who it was. normally the team was taking points left and right, gaining speed as each ball hit the back of the board, but this game was different. at each moment of the game, the team was struggling to hold their own, and why one may ask? devon lucas scott, the star player, was a little off. his mind was elsewhere. his attempts at shooting a basket were all in vain and with each ball that came rebounding back to the opposing team the crowd and academy team became more disappointed and less believing in devon. the whole game he was beating himself up about his horrible performance. finally, a younger team player took his spot and made the winning point, something that was normally left up to dev.
a silence came across devon while everyone else was cheering about their barely won victory. he smiled a limp smile and quickly walked over to collect his things and put on his thin jacket. he was just ready to go home. he didn't want to talk to anybody about anything, including holden who he knew would probably be prodding him on the bus. winning the game was great for more people, for more teams, but for devon it just wasn't enough. he sped out of the foreign feeling school to the safety of his school bus. the yellow machine was manned by an elder lady who didn't notice him pounding on the bus door at first. when she finally opened the door, she mutter "oh, i'm sorry dear, didn't notice you there" and then looked back to her newspaper. "it's fine." devon muttered back as he walked to his usual seat in the back of the bus.
his large blue gym bag hit each and every seat before he finally made it to the last seat on the bus. it was large enough for just two people and he sat his bag beside him, hoping it would deter someone from trying to keep him company. he slid as far as he could towards the inner edge of the seat and looked out of the window. the window gained condensation from his heavy breathing but even through that he could see the team approaching the bus. the group included the coaches, cheerleaders, and basketball players all in a large herd. from a distance, devon saw holden within the crowd and it seemed as if she was laughing with one of her fellow cheerleaders. he was envious of her for a moment. she was always in a good mood even if she was in a horrendous situation. he tended to become moody over the smallest of things.
AND IF I LOST SOME OF YOUR HOPE
[ i ' m s o r r y f o r t h e f o l l y w a s a l l m i n e ]
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Post by HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG on Dec 24, 2009 0:48:00 GMT -5
* DON'T STRAY. MY KIND IS YOUR KIND ,[/color]  ( [/color] THEY DON'T LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE YOU. )[/color][/font] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] freshman year, holden had been invisible. no, not quite invisible, but nothing more than the little sister of star basketball player one and star basketball player number two. brody was a senior when she was a freshman and more mature than seth, who was a junior. brody defended her and introduced her to all of his friends. he reserved her seats at basketball games and took her along to celebratory diner dinners after games. when they lost - which they rarely did - he'd take holden out to the park, where the two would shoot hoops at the urban, always abandoned concrete court. he taught her the rules the game required you to follow and the feelings it just made you feel when you heard that swish. she fell in love with the game.
when brody went off to college, he told seth to take care of holden. the after game dinners and after game games ended, but seth still reserved her seat at the games. it wasn't the same, but thanks to that seat, holden wouldn't need to be a tag-along anymore. nadia washington liked her spirit, liked how loud she hollared out and cheered along the team. one night they discussed it, the next night holden was in a cheer leading uniform. it was every girls dream to be a cheer leader, right? these days, though, she was stuck in her old ways. for tonights game, she sat back and let her squad do the work without her, while she cheered on her school team and her boyfriend.
he was fumbling and he was missing shots he usually would have made. despite her yells and whistles and cheers, he didn't improve, didn't glance her way. she'd given up by the time the coach parked him on the bench. he didn't wait for her to get on the bus, but she didn't let that burn too bad. she was a quick one to recover, to forgive, to forget. devon wasn't. devon liked to wallow. you look really pretty tonight, holly, one of her fellow cheer leaders said as they made their way onto the bus. she laughed. no sucking up to the captain, she teased. thanks.
she pushed passed other people, muttering excuse me's and sorry's as she went. pregnant cheer leader coming through, as quick as she said it, the isle cleared. she laughed and continued on. when she made it to his seat, she smiled and tossed his bag to the floor. she was too quick for him, she sat beside him before he could object. she laced her fingers through his. you know, when my brother, brody, used to lose or have a bad game, he and i would go to the park. we'd shoot hoops and play a little one on one and talk. he'd tell me what he'd been thinking through the game, why he fumbled. i liked it, it meant he trusted me and that he relied on me. she leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. she gave his hand a squeeze and let go. if you want to talk, i'll listen.
she lifted her shirt and dug through her bag for cocoa butter lotion. her stomach was large, but she had taken such good care of herself and kept herself so hydrated, she'd avoided stretch marks. she began to rub a bit of the lotion on her stomach.
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Post by DEVON LUCAS JONES on Dec 24, 2009 1:24:15 GMT -5
[ t o o k a w a l k t o a c a u t i o n s c e n e ]
GUESS I CROSSED THE LINE SOMEHOW
devon's hand twitched, about to reach out and grab his bag before holden could take it, but he was too slow. it seemed as if he was always a step behind holden who seemed to always have a handle on things. she was fast at everything, her thinking, her reflexes, and her spontaneous actions. his bag thumped unto the bus floor and slid a foot away from where it landed. devon watched it move and didn't he notice his hand was still mid-air reaching out to get the bag. he didn't notice this until holden sat down beside him and intertwined her fingers in his. devon's hands were most likely warm and moist from sweat but holden most likely didn't care. he was the one who listened to her grip about ultrasounds and preparing for breast-feeding; she could probably deal with his hands being a little sweaty.
despite the fact devon thought he wanted to be alone and didn't want to talk, he couldn't help but want to be around and chat with holden. she was the one who told everything to and the one he wanted to spend forever with. he could never push her away even if she let him. the story of her brother one he didn't know. devon knew of brody and even knew him a little. brody was like a god to devon when he was a kid and looked up to him when he watched him at games. he was all he wanted to be. as he heard holden describe her experiance with her brother, devon knew she wanted him to do the same, to explain why the game and gone so bad and to get things off his chest. holden's offer of listening was pointless for her to say. he knew that she was always their to listen and confide in. despite this, he felt comforted when she affirmed the fact she was there to listen.
his mouth opened to speak just as holden dug in her bag to grab coco butter to rub on her stomach. he couldn't help but smile and turn his attention away from her large stomach. he looked forward at the brown seat in front of him and read several lines of graffiti. he turned back to holden to see her stomach glistening from lotion being on it and the skin of her belly still exposed to the cold air. without thinking, devon brought his free hand over and place it on her stomach. there was still a good amount of lotion that wasn't rubbed in and slowly he rubbed her stomach.
devon's eyes went from her stomach to holden several times before he actually spoke. "my mind has just been a little cloudly lately," it was the truth that his mind was crowded but what she didn't know was that she was the distraction that was happily keeping him from basketball. "it's nothing really, i just have to focus." devon nodded heartily hoping that he could get one thing by holden without her seeing through his bs.
AND IF I LOST SOME OF YOUR HOPE
[ i ' m s o r r y f o r t h e f o l l y w a s a l l m i n e ]
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Post by HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG on Dec 24, 2009 1:47:20 GMT -5
* DON'T STRAY. MY KIND IS YOUR KIND ,[/color] ( [/color] THEY DON'T LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE YOU. )[/color][/font] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] her hand ached as she rubbed lotion into the flesh of her stomach and she stopped before she could even finish. she smiled gratefully as devon extended his hand and finished what she couldn't. she wouldn't push it, she wouldn't force him to talk. she tended to have a talent when it came to having people open up, though. she hoped her adoration for him didn't make her any less talented. she looked away from his hand to his face. cloudy? she didn't see it as pushing, simply nudging him a little further. cloudy in a good way - like were you thinking about steak and ice cream - i'm pregnant, i'm never not thinking of food these days, sorry, or was it bad - like, well i'm too optimistic to think of anything bad.
she grinned and placed her hand over the hand he placed on her belly. she leaned in and kissed his lips rather roughly. she made a noise in her throat similar to a kitten's mew, mumbled behind closed lips. i'm crazy about you, jone. she kissed him again. but, she started, looking out at the lines seats, the top of peoples head, trying to keep from frowning or grinning. if i'm keeping you from playing to the best of your ability - then.. i want you to end up in the nba and to live that dream of yours. i don't wanna be a road block to your dream. i was what you were thinking about, right? or am i just being narcissistic, thinking you're always thinking about me, she chuckled and looked back to him.
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