A/N: Okay, don't shoot me. Today's chapter, I know, is very short. I'll hopefully add a second short one later, and then you'll understand why I did what I did because I really don't have a choice if I want to get this the right way, yes?
Anyway, enjoy it, as short as it may be. It's kind of bittersweet, actually.
"Good game, guys. Awesome," Tony said, rounding up the boys on his team, his team, the Washington Junior Wizards. "Okay, so Scott, I want you to work on those three-throws—they're getting' a lot better, but you can always improve, right? Even me,"
"Especially you," One of the boys said, laughing.
Tony chuckled. "Yeah, thanks," They wrapped up their practice, going over different things they had worked on throughout the two hours they had spent working hard. After the group finished, they hung out for a few more minutes, resting on the grass, talking about basketball and then moving on to other things as they relaxed. One by one, the boys went home.
Tony stayed at the park for another hour. The sky had grown dark and the air was cool, but he continued to shoot some free-throws. For a while he thought about his team, replaying the words they shared and the laughter that made their stomachs ache. He smiled and laughed to the no ones around him.
And for the first time, he didn't think about her.
Ouch.
Sad, isn't it?
But the story's far from over, so don't you even think that I'd end it here. That's lame.
Stay tuned.