Brody needed to get on the football team. Not only because he so desperately wanted a place he belonged, but also because football was something he had always loved and it made him feel good. And lately Brody hadn’t been feeling very good. It had taken its toll on him everything that had happened, everything from making the one person he loved the most in the entire world hate him because he himself couldn’t deal with the fact that he liked boys, to being kicked out of his home to finding a new one. But Brody had still yet to feel like home here; he still didn’t belong.
He knew that if he ever wanted to actually be on the team or any team, he needed to make sure he always performed at his best, thus his daily runs. He had worked out a nice route for himself, even if he had gotten lost the first week, he now found his way around on his jog with ease. It was a rather long round but it was just how he liked it, it gave him time to think about things and Brody had really needed to do a lot of thinking lately. On how to get his parents to forgive him for liking boys, how to get his ex-boyfriend to forgive him for being an asshole
Brody had run behind a blonde girl most of the way and was impressed by how she seemed to have kept the same steady and fast pace all along. He bit his lip as he ran a bit faster, deciding he wanted to catch up with her. If he was going to make friends, he might as well start now, right? It wasn’t like Brody had anything to lose, and he had seen the girl around; she seemed nice. Coming up beside her, he smiled his signature dimpled smile and nodded in approval. “Impressive,” he complimented her on her running, figuring that was as good of a start as any.
…Alright. If you say so. You know me, I know when to let things drop.
[flinches slightly at the touch but doesn’t pull away, biting his lip as he stared down at his feet] You missed a lot while you were gone.
[nods] One of the many reasons why I lo-like you.
[doesn’t remove his hands and rather steps closer to him, trying to catch his gaze] Like what?
Gee thanks Sherlock, I would’ve spent ages trying to figure that one out.
Are you hungry? You’re probably hungry. I’ll go grab some pizza or hamburger or salad or whatever from the cafeteria. Okay not salad, let’s be honest, but you know whatever.
Of course, that’s what I’m here for. Nah, but honestly, it was nowhere special.
[his face grows serious and he steps towards the other boy, cupping his cheeks in his hands] Stop. Avoiding. The. Question. Come on, Marty, tell me.
[Dancing around the hall thinking she’s alone.]
It’s probably been handed in somewhere already though.
It’s nice to meet you too. I’m okay thank you, yourself?
You think so? Yeah, I hope that’s the case.
I’m good. You know, except from losing my phone. I’m waiting for a phone call, so it kind of important.
Where’d you go anyway?
What was the question again?
You know, places.
Stop avoiding it, Marty. Why would Alan think you’re not fine?
[beams at him jumping back and forth on his feet] I forgot considering you left for like, ever.
Hm? I am. Fine I mean. That’s what I was saying. That I’m completely fine.
Yeah, sorry, didn’t mean to be gone for this long. But it’s nice to be back, it’s nice to see you again.
Yeah, and that’s good, that’s really good actually. But you know that wasn’t what I was asking.
… By the door.
Oh. Woah, thanks, man. I don’t know how it got over there though…
So… How have you been?
Nothing…Nothing at all? How’s Marty been while I was gone…? He hasn’t mentioned me or anything…has he?
Oh right. Well I’ll keep an eye out for it, for you.
Um, yeah that’s me.
Thank you, sweetheart.
It’s very nice to meet you, how are you doing today?