“Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”
-Brene Brown
“W. O. L. V. E. S. What does that spell? WOLVES!” I cried, voice ringing throughout the empty football stadium. I felt a deep sense of pleasure as I was thrown into the air and then caught by my two supporting bases. Hopping down from my place as a flier, I finished with a clean, standing position, hands at my side.
“Well done everyone. Maybe by game day we will be able to perform for the Olympics! Go and take a water break now, I don’t want any dehydration on my field.” Coach’s country accent drifted into the air in waves as he spoke, “Hurry up, we need to get out of here before tryouts begin!”
A deep sigh erupted from my chest as I thought about all the hot men that were going to be roaming this field as soon as we left. Maybe I could stay in the bleachers and watch for a while. I walked up the bleachers and called out to the team, not wanting them to worry about where I went. Then, as I sat down, I took a moment to let my vision slide across the horizon, letting the details of the massive stadium sink in.
The grass was a vibrant green and the pale blue, cloudy sky was complemented by the crisp, autumn breeze that had collected a few leaves and stashed them in a small pile next to the entryway. My gaze drifted to the floor where I let my mind wander. Everything is so perfect today… My cheer moves are on point, I get to watch cute boys get sweaty, multiple buff cute boys… Yea, too perfect.
I was focused on this rather interesting thought process when the clouds drifted away, allowing the sun to beamed down and hit me square on my fricken face.
“Nice,” I moaned as my pale skin sparked angrily in the sun, “Just what I bloody needed.” I pulled my hoody tight over my face and bent my head down. It would be my luck if somebody saw that. Jeez… Sorry dude, I have an allergic reaction to the fucking sun that makes my skin pissed. That’s normal right?
CRUNCH! My head shot up sharply and I forgot about the current predicament of angry skin rabies as my eyes found the boys that were trying out for this year’s football season. Apparently, God was watching over me at the moment- even though I didn't realize it at the time- because not only did He bless me with ACTUALLY cute boys, but the clouds once again drifted over the sun, creating a rather chilling atmosphere.
With luck back on my side, I scanned the crowd of, to my pleasure, some toned, tall men.
“HEY! GAY WAD! You come to watch me practice?”
I spun my head to the side of the stadium to Mathew Petterson standing there smirking at me. I would have personally jumped down from my seat, rather gracefully if you ask me, to punch him straight in the face if I hadn’t known him since kindergarten. Our parents worked together and therefore, we were childhood playmates, then childhood friends, and now, inevitably, highschool buds. “Don’t flatter yourself Pete, I only watch people whom I consider at least the slightest bit dateble. If not, it's a waste of time and hurtful on the eyes as a dating requirement for me is buff and handsome.” I replied with a grin.
“Oh, shut up you hairy bastard,” Retorted Mathew, “and what did I tell you about calling me Pete? I’m not from frickin Mickey Mouse!”
“I would have never known! You look just like him.”
“At least I don’t look like a frog.”
“Dude, I still don’t get that insult and I’ve known you for years.”
“That’s because your brain is the size of a pea.”
“Bitch please, at least I have a brain.” I held up my hand and snapped for emphasis.
“Nesh.. that was so gay.”
I turned my head in mock annoyance and then saw the person I was hoping would show. With him you never know if he will actually be social, or hide in his closet of emotions. Maybe he is gay and is waiting to step out of this closet into some light. Hughhh… One can only dream… I thought through squinty eyes.
Grinning, I called, “Yo, Sunshine, you actually made it!”
The shaggy, black haired boy looked straight at me with a very cold, very scary expression. I rolled my shoulders and shook that panicked feeling it gave me before opening my big mouth to speak again.
“Don’t say something stupid again. It’s fucking embarrassing.”
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Heavens Demons
Fantasy600 bc Rome, Italy. Rome fell into a deep depression as a virus spread rapidly through the large city. King Arthur and his round table stood tall till Sir Gawain got a mutation of the virus. It didn't kill him like much of the others, rather turn...
