This idea came to me while I was watching High School Musical on our incredibly long trip to DC. It's pretty random, but not as random as some other ideas I have. Trust me, you'll see them someday. Anyway, this features Andy the Christmas Tree because she knew Kevin likes to sing Desperado in the show. I wouldn't mind hearing that, haha.
Weird moment over. See you at the bottom!
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Call me childish, but I've always carried a basketball with me everywhere, and it's not because I'm a basketball player (well, partially) but because I look cool with it. It's true, I swear! One day, I overslept and couldn't find Billy (my ball, duh) and my mom was mad at me so she made me leave without him, and I swear that people didn't look at me or say hi and stuff. Not like they normally do.
See? It's true. I'm cool with my ball. Without it, I'm nothing. You could say I have an issue, that I have to go see a shrink, but I don't care what you think. I know it's true. I have proof. I believe it. So you all should either believe me or go away.
Taylor asked me once. Who's Taylor, you say? She's this girl I know… No big deal. Okay, so I may have a small crush on her, but that's it. Fine, I really like her. Really, really, really like her. Anyway, she asked me once why I carry around Billy with me all the time.
"Because it makes me look cool," I answered. As soon as she heard that, she burst out laughing. She has a cute laugh, but I don't like it if she's laughing at me.
"You think that carrying around a ball makes you look cool?" she asked while laughing.
"Well, yeah," I nodded.
She stopped laughing when she realized I was dead serious. "Chad, how can carrying a ball around make you look cool? Everyone knows you're on the basketball team already. There's no need to remind everyone with that."
"Because it… I don't know, it looks cool! Chicks look at me!" As I said this, I hugged Billy closer to me. Taylor rolled her eyes, giving up on the argument for today. Her friend Andy walked over to us, waving at me and asking Taylor about homework or something. I rolled my eyes. Nerds.
"Hey, Chad?" Andy said. I looked at her, wondering what this would be about. "Why do you always carry that ball?"
I clutched Billy protectively. "You, too?"
Andy shrugged. "I was just asking 'cause it looks funny."
"It looks… funny?" I asked.
Both Taylor and Andy nodded in agreement. What can I do now? Billy doesn't make me look cool – what now?
I asked Taylor that, and she just said: "Will you stop carrying it around now?"
I thought about it for a minute, then shook my head. "Never."
Andy had long left by now, and it was only me and Taylor at the cafeteria table. "What will it take to make you stop carrying it around?"
I shrugged. "When I feel more confident. When I feel more appreciated. It's like Billy is a reminder to everyone that the basketball team isn't Troy, only. It's the rest of us – me included."
"If I tell you I appreciate you, does it help?" she asked. I looked at her curiously, wondering where she was going with this.
"I guess what I'm trying to say, Chad, is that I like you. And no, I'm not just saying it so you leave Billy at home. I'm hoping you will, but I'm really saying it because I've wanted to. For a while now," she finished and looked down at her shoes.
The bell rang, but I didn't care. Taylor, however, did. "I gotta go, or I'll be late to class," she said, getting up. She turned around and was about to walk away when I grabbed her wrist, spinning her.
She gasped, surprised. I dropped Billy on the floor (who cared about him now?) and kissed her. She kissed me back enthusiastically, and I smiled into the kiss.
Who needed a ball to feel confident when you can have a girlfriend?
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Alrighty! This sucked, I know. It's short, too. Please tell me your thoughts?