"You seem to be in a better mood," Elijah commented as I made my third basket in a row.
I nodded, letting a real smile show through. After English today it seemed to look up. Passing the ball to Elijah I used one of my questions, "What school do you go to?"
He stopped dribbling, almost unsure of how to respond. "I'm kind of being homeschooled right now."
"Kind of?"
He nodded, "Kind of." The ball went through the net like always.
"Where do you go to school?"
"I'm a junior this year at East High Prep."
"You really must be in a good mood, that was two pieces of information for the price of one."
I nodded as a familiar sound caught my attention and I turned to the parking lot. His ugly, old pickup truck parked in the parking lot. Four spaces down from the last time he and I came here. He smiled when we made eye contact and I tried to silence the nerves that came up with that look.
My good mood was gone as I forced myself to break eye contact as I watched him unbuckle. Turning away I had to focus harder than normal to follow all the instructions Elijah had given me in all of the lessons we had together. When I finally registered that it actually went through the net I asked, "Elijah, have you ever been in love?"
And he paused.
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In the Midst of Ryen
ChickLit"It's Ryen, like the rain that falls from the sky so beautifully. Kind of like I fell for him." I smiled softly at Elijah over my cup of lukewarm tea. "Hello Ryen." His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled and it was one of those smiles that...
