Portman's POV
I entered the locker room for the season first practice and went straight to the like set of lockers, the ones Fulton and I always used. I peeled off my shirt and dug my pads out of my bag. I looked around and saw both Charlie and Banks talking like best friend and genuinely enjoying them selves the way Fulton and I use to and sighed. Averman and Goldberg were joking around to my left, while Connie braided Julie's hair. It seemed like everyone had a best friend but me. It was sort of depressing. That feeling was amplified when he staggered, hung over into the locker room and collapsed onto the bench in the front. He didn't even look at me as he got to his feet and started dressing. I'm not sure if the rest of the team noticed, but it seemed like they did. But then, I could just be paranoid. Still it hurt a lot that he didn't acknowledge me. What hurt worse, was when he checked me hard during the scrimmage at practice, for a second I saw stars.
After practice I went out to the quad, I knew Fult was going back to the room and I didn't want to have another run in with him like I'd had last night or this morning. I settled at a picnic table facing the art building and pulled my poetry notebook from my gear bag and opened it. I stared at the blank notebook page for a long minute, trying to think of how to word my thoughts and get them down on my paper. Then suddenly my pen started across the paper like it had a mind of its own.
'You're slipping away, to fast to catch
Fading so quickly, like a lit match
I see you going, I wish you would stop
I reach out my hand, but you're already gone
Swiftly you're going, like a shooting star
Like that star, I wonder where you are
Here in an instant, gone in a flash
Throwing everything great into the trash
I'll be here if you ever change your mind
Because good friends are hard to find'
I sat there looking at the words, knowing full well that not only did I mean everyone of them but they were rather disheartening. I didn't want to lose him, not just because I was infatuated with him, but also because he was my best friend. I cracked my knuckles and stuffed my book back into my bag. "I need to talk to him." I declared standing up. "Need to tell him, if I'm going to lose him anyway, I might as well tell the truth." "Tell the truth to who?" I heard a female voice and turned to see Christa behind me squinting in the sunlight. Maybe that wasn't the best time to go proclaim my love to Fulton.
I entered the locker room for the season first practice and went straight to the like set of lockers, the ones Fulton and I always used. I peeled off my shirt and dug my pads out of my bag. I looked around and saw both Charlie and Banks talking like best friend and genuinely enjoying them selves the way Fulton and I use to and sighed. Averman and Goldberg were joking around to my left, while Connie braided Julie's hair. It seemed like everyone had a best friend but me. It was sort of depressing. That feeling was amplified when he staggered, hung over into the locker room and collapsed onto the bench in the front. He didn't even look at me as he got to his feet and started dressing. I'm not sure if the rest of the team noticed, but it seemed like they did. But then, I could just be paranoid. Still it hurt a lot that he didn't acknowledge me. What hurt worse, was when he checked me hard during the scrimmage at practice, for a second I saw stars.
After practice I went out to the quad, I knew Fult was going back to the room and I didn't want to have another run in with him like I'd had last night or this morning. I settled at a picnic table facing the art building and pulled my poetry notebook from my gear bag and opened it. I stared at the blank notebook page for a long minute, trying to think of how to word my thoughts and get them down on my paper. Then suddenly my pen started across the paper like it had a mind of its own.
'You're slipping away, to fast to catch
Fading so quickly, like a lit match
I see you going, I wish you would stop
I reach out my hand, but you're already gone
Swiftly you're going, like a shooting star
Like that star, I wonder where you are
Here in an instant, gone in a flash
Throwing everything great into the trash
I'll be here if you ever change your mind
Because good friends are hard to find'
I sat there looking at the words, knowing full well that not only did I mean everyone of them but they were rather disheartening. I didn't want to lose him, not just because I was infatuated with him, but also because he was my best friend. I cracked my knuckles and stuffed my book back into my bag. "I need to talk to him." I declared standing up. "Need to tell him, if I'm going to lose him anyway, I might as well tell the truth." "Tell the truth to who?" I heard a female voice and turned to see Christa behind me squinting in the sunlight. Maybe that wasn't the best time to go proclaim my love to Fulton.