How To Fall In Love

A/N: I was away for a long time, and I basically have no excuse for that except *tips fedora* M'LAZY

Cole was biking home. He passed next the baseball court, and couldn't resist stopping to watch the training that was taking place there. Like he did everyday since two weeks.

It was an old court, the lines and bases had faded over the years and a few messy patches of grass were poking out of the bare ground. Cole stood behind the fence surrounding the court.

He wasn't here for baseball. He was here for that player. The one who always sat on the bench and would never play. Cole came to the court everyday, hoping to see him play. Unfortunately, he never played. But Cole liked to pretend that player was part of the team. He was the 'bench-sitter'. A very important part of the team he'd say to himself from time to time.

Since the bench-sitter's job was to stay on the bench, Cole would always observe him attentively. The player always seemed to be tired, as the large bags under his eyes proved it. On his face always seemed to be carved a faint pain, or even anxiety. Sometimes, fear could be read upon the traits of his face. He always was crouched on himself, like he had something really heavy on his back. Even though he was pretty short, he had long and bony limbs that stuck out of his sleeves and shorts like dry branches ready to break at the slightest breeze.

Cole would wave and smile et him, even call him out shyly, but the bench-sitter never answered. It was almost like he looked away, like he wanted to hide his face. Cole had tried a few times to talk to his favorite player, but he had never succeeded. After these failed tentatives Cole had given up and would always go away before the end of the training.

However this time he stayed just a little bit longer. It was Friday and no one was waiting for him at home today.

The coach whistled the end of the game. The players dropped their equipment on the floor and started walking towards the ugly building that was used as a locker-room, but first they all passed in front of the bench-sitter.

Each one of them would insult him, throw dirt in his eyes, spit on him or even kick him in the legs. The bench-sitter didn't move. The players went on. Until the last one came. He was taller and stronger than the others.

He grabbed the bench-sitter's collar and lifted him off the ground.

"What's up, dirtbag?" he asked.

The boy didn't answer. He just blankly stared at him, with maybe a hint of fear. But just a really little hint.

Except this time, the team decided they should be getting physical. They brought the kid to the floor.

"Right in the dirt, where you belong," the leader commented, placing a feet on the bench-sitter's back, pinning him to the floor. "Bring it on mates."

The whole team started powerfully kicking the kid's body. Two or three guys brought baseball bats, attacking limbs while the rest took care of his ribs and stomach. The leader knelt down and pulled the boy by his collar and punched his jaw and nose. A weak smiled forced itself on the weak boy's face as blood poured from his nose and lower lip. The leader backed off with disdain, and eloquently asked:

"Why the fuck are you smiling?"

The boy let out a faint chuckle.

"Finish that fag."

And he walked away like nothing happened.

A/N: So…um…I guess that's it for now? Don't worry, I have sixteen other pages to post, so this story will be updated a lot.

I think I might stop "Ice Cream". Really sorry, but this fanfic was wrote almost a year ago, and my tastes and points of view have drastically changed…