Dream, Dive, Daley?

Chapter 13

A/N: Let's get to know the Halls, shall we?

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Eric’s point of view

Half of the team sat by the poolside and sunbathed in the afternoon sun. We had just finished today’s practice of dry land skills. Now we were just chatting about small-talk. I swung my legs in the cold pool water and leant back, supporting my weight on my hands behind me. My sister was doing butterfly strokes back and forth.

‘How did Sutton start diving?’ Tonia swam towards me and turned around, with her back facing me.  I locked her in between my legs, and she rested her arms on my shins.

‘Lack of creativity and other alternatives, maybe?’ I looked over my shades and admired her much toned body which floated on the surface of the clear, cold water.

‘Jerk’ Sutton had swum a couple of laps, maybe even a mile by now. She tossed her goggles at me, but missed.

‘She started dancing and tumbling, but thought that was boring. Quit after two years’ I wrapped my arms around Tonia’s waist. ‘Lacrosse, softball, basketball, soccer, didn’t work out’ I slipped into the water.

‘It did too, they asked me to leave’ Sutton pulled herself up from the pool and loosened her hair.

‘Because you were too violent. God knows how she would have turned out if she’d tried wrestling, fencing or rugby’ ‘Finally little missy here found out that none of the team related sports worked out for her’

‘I am not selfish! Why does everybody think that? I was simply just better than all of them’

‘You sucked!’ Honestly, I wasn’t lying. Actually, I never lied; I just liked to decorate the truth. ‘Then she tried tennis…’ 

‘Someone didn’t know how to duck!’ she interrupted, defending herself. Somewhat we would know exactly what the other person was talking about all the time. And she knew that I was talking about the incident where she smashed a ball directly towards her opponent. 

‘She did have the time. You smashed the ball in her face. Almost like how you did to that other girl with the volleyball’ I defended my part of the story. Poor thing, her nose will never be the same.

‘That chick had it coming’ She waved the monogrammed towel at me. No pointing, Miss Sutton.

‘Golf?’ Peter Waterfield asked curiously while he sat in the sun with his legs crossed.

‘Too much walking in the sun, and I can’t play a full game on rainy days’ She sat down beside him and packed her hair in the towel.

‘Swimming team?’ They lied down on deckchairs.

‘Eh… Team sport,’ she pulled out a finger like she was counting the reasons why she quit. ‘had to go with a cap and weird guys’ In the end she had three fingers up and waved them at me. 

'Fair enough' I commented, and we all carried on...