Title: Track
Theme: Mile
Pairing: None
Rating: T
90. Mile
Sam's parents had told her to do a sport, to get involved, and while she had been raging, Danny had cut her off and said, "Well, you like running. Why don't you join the track team and just let them have something? Maybe that'll make them happy and they'll leave you alone for a while." Floored, she stuttered at him with half baked arguments until she grabbed her backpack and left the lunch table without another word.
They didn't see her for another two days, not outside of class, at least, and when she finally joined them again at the lunch table, she was half blushing, just the slightest touch of red on her cheeks. She refused to look at either directly, saying, "I joined track, and I'd really appreciate it if you could make it to my first meet to cheer me on."
Danny grinned. "Seriously?"
"I'm good at hurtles, apparently," she muttered.
"I've always wondered how girls handle hurtles," Tucker said, tapping his chin. "You know, with the whole boobs thing. Doesn't that hurt?"
She glared. "It's called a sports bra, Tuck."