Not So Average
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Summary: He was just the not-so-average perfect guy. She was the not-so-average slacker. But they both seem to hide things behind their smiles, laughs, and carefree attitudes. Can opposites really be this alike?
Okay. Since I haven't updated in a while, I will update one story... a day, okay?
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"So, are you ready?" he asked, as that carefree smiled slipped into place. I gave a short nod and started following him out the door stiffly. Shooting a glance behind myself, I checked the house in case I had forgotten anything. Nope. Nothing out of place. Everything was in order.
"Have you played tennis before?" He asked, slightly turning to look at me. I shook my head in the negative, and then my eyes lit up.
"Wait! I think so- when I was a kid, though." I nodded to myself, and stared at Fuji. "I don't really remember, though. You see… it was a long" I stressed the word, "time ago." And I clicked my tongue awkwardly, looking at the ground.
We got to the courts and stood on our respective sides. I traced patterns with my foot nervously, looking up to Fuji in question. "So…" I began slowly, "what do you want me to do, exactly?" His smile grew wider, and he replied with an apathetic 'Just hit the ball back', and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. Yeah, hit it back. But how?
I settled for awkwardly holding the racquet and adjusting my grip. "Umm, okay? Here we go…" And he served the ball moderately fast to my side. Seeing the ball come close to me, my eyes widened and I ducked. "Ahem. Uh, yeah," I began speaking, "that was just a… practice?" And I looked over to his side to see him in a silent laughter. I huffed. Well, excuse me.
I swung the racquet a few times. It wouldn't be any harder than badminton- right? Just… hit it back. I lunged for the ball and swung with my wrist. "Ow…?" I stared, confused, at my wrist. What happened? I heard a small chuckle and looked up into Fuji's eyes. "Yes?"
"You need to swing with your arms. Not your wrist." Umm, okay? What?
I sighed and stood up straight. "Okay, okay. I get it…" although I really didn't understand. The ball was served again, and I ran towards it, my arm outstretched. "Oh." I puffed out a breath, confused. It was harder than I had first expected, but I could remember the small times I had played tennis with my brothers… back in the day.
Sighing again, I frowned. This wasn't fun at all. I thought tennis was supposed to be fun.
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"Come one, one more time!" the little girl cried out, smiling to her brothers. They sighed and then smiled back at her, throwing up a yellow ball and hitting it to the other side. The girl rushed over and hit the tennis ball back with speed, the brothers missing the ball.
"Try again, little sister. Make it faster, and add a twist to your body." They smiled at her and she furrowed her brows in confusion.
"Okay!" she called out, giggling.
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A/N: It just had to end there. At the flashback. I'm serious. Sorry.
Uhmmm, cactus? LOLsorry. I've just been really busy and I haven't done English homework yet- oops.
