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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ having decided that meeting anthony half-way would be best for this particular... conversation, he walks a bit slowly, quite aware that his dorm was closer to the school than his friend-slash-goalie's house. (that and he would probably have to struggle with his mode of transportation for a while.) so instead of the usual ten minutes it takes him to arrive to this particular destination, he gives himself thirty, casually making his way to one of the benches underneath a tree.

takes a seat, pulls out his cellphone, then begins to check his messages as he waits; it would be at least another fifteen minute wait, one he was finally willing to be patient for. after all, he wasn't expecting much, anyway. when it came to feelings, expectations were the worst things to have, or so he had logically deducted throughout his childhood. besides, it wouldn't be the end of the world if anything negative happened. this was anthony, after all, the boy who clucked and bawked louder than he spoke or made any semblance of sense with his words.

... it almost made him second-guess himself. almost.

pockets his phone and tilts his head backwards instead, letting it rest against the top of the bench. just simply stares up into the branches and leaves of the tree, allowing himself to show a rare display of being lost in some non-thoughts for the time being. ]

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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Get inside the cafe, Anthony.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ...

...

...

... just. this face. while standing there, of course. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ & this face, right back at him. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ FACE OFF. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ ... yeah, he's not budging. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ well, his point is not to move.

... fidgets anyway. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ while he doesn't move even a fraction, just waiting this out. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ scrunches his nose & fidgets some more. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ it's a moment or two before he begins to speak, still staring at anthony as he starts to list off his favorites: ]

Peanuts. Smoothies. Gummy worms...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks distraught. and comically betrayed. ]

Would I hold Fifa hostage against you?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

If you were able to, perhaps.

[ uses a hand to gesture inside the cafe. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shuffles in pathetically. ]

What about a team-wide boycott?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ follows, shutting the door behind them. ]

That is not a wise idea.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ feels a bit trapped. ]

. . . Bad idea. Got it, yep.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ nods, walking past anthony to take a seat in his usual spot. glances at the waitress (not anne) that comes by to set water on the table, giving a short thank you before taking a sip. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ follows to sit across from michael, turning toward the waitress to bawk order a smoothie and gummy worms while trying not to droop over the fact that it's not anne. ]

--And peanuts, if you have them.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ ignores the way the lady looks at them oddly, flipping open the menu to take a glance at it. lets out a hm, shutting it again. eyes back up to anthony. ]

So. [ takes a moment to think on this. decides on the following for now: ] How has your summer been so far?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, caught slightly off guard. glances away briefly via the corner of his eyes before shrugging. ]

Same old. Ish. My dad's cholesterol level went down.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ another nod, another bout of silence. interlaces his hands together, placing them on the table. more silence, and then: ]

I have called you here today to tell you something. [ takes a glance around with his eyes as he speaks. ] This isn't exactly the ideal place to discuss this, but it will do.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ twitches. looks away. twitches. looks back.

nervously: ]

. . . Uh. Am I getting fired?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ looks mildly surprised at this. ]

Why would you think you were being fired?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ mentally shaking his brain for something-- oh. ]

You said I was. . . distracted and stuff. Way before.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, you were quite distracted... but it does not warrant the need to fire you from your position on the field.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Oh. [ relaxes & does a strange handwave motion. ] Okay. Then onward, cap-i-tan.

1/2

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ only begins speaking when the waitress comes back with a bowl of peanuts and gummy worms, raising an eyebrow at her until she goes away again. sits up straighter in his chair, nodding. ]

We have known one another for almost two years now. It had taken me quite some time, but I soon found myself willing to spend more time with you. We then became friends, much to my brief confusion, and logically I shouldn't have been this taken with you.