She stood in the hallway, her hands buried deep in her pockets as she leaned against the wall. With as many people as there were in the hall one would think she'd be told to leave, but she stood, silent as the grave. Her brow furrowed in confusion and slight fear at the noise echoing against the walls as the coach walked out.
The players had started waltzing out, everyone in their different ways. She cocked her eyebrow at a few, and faint smiles with no real emotion to others. They really were a bit of an odd group, one would have to admit. Sure they were all young and talented, but they were far more different than one would imagine, all with one common bond.
She turned her head back to the door; he was walking along behind the rest, a slight limp in his step. She pulled herself away from the wall in an almost lazy motion, beginning to walk beside him. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it instantly.
"If you're going to say something, say it," he murmured, not looking at her in the slightest.
"What's there to say?" She questioned, "You're a hockey player, so you get hurt now and then." She shrugged, looking down at her feet as she walked.
"But you don't have to play when your hurt," he replied, watching her. She looked up.
"You and I both know that's not entirely true," she started, "Besides, it's not as though pain lasts forever. It's part of the game." He looked down, "But you're playing, right?"
"Yeah," he responded. She could tell he was mad about something, she had known that since he came out, "Who cares about my pain?" His sarcastic statement caused her to roll her eyes.
"What are you doing it for then?" She asked, eyeing him now.
"To prove that I can," he retorted.
"Then who are you doing it for?" She clearly wanted to know what was going on in his mind. He stayed silent, and it was only then they realized they had come to a complete stop in the hall.
"I have to go," he muttered, beginning to walk again. She grabbed his arm, causing him to look back at her.
"If for no one else, for me," she stated, before kissing him gently. She released his arm and made her way back to the stadium. He shook his head, walking out. Perhaps it was stupid, but as the game picked back up he had one thought, for you.
Whoah, freakishly short, sorry. :3 Anyway, Rob for Kliona. I plan on doing Jimmy next for zackzsilverangel, yes. I have two ideas, but I'll need guys. Ones that are somewhat playful, mind you, or I'll be forced to use Mark/Eric (for one at least). :D
Kliona: You best not die. I think if you do I would too. Ha, yeah, I didn't really fall in love with Eric 'till the second time I saw it (all the way through; I did see bits the night before), and I remember calling him the hott guy (yes, two Ts. :3). Of course, I was forced to leave so I made everyone figure out his name for me. Rambling, sorry. Hope you like! Thanks!
Kristine: As I said to Christina, a review's a review! Thank you!
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