General POV
While the sun was blazing down the entire afternoon, with people either returning home, enjoying the comfort of the shade or were engrossed with the tryouts, there was one person who did nothing.
They stood in the middle of the field on the dry, lifeless grass with a black hoodie on. Some passersby did notice them, whispering amongst themselves with questioning glances but nobody spoke to them.
"Yo!!" A loud voice grabbed the figure's attention. Turning to their right, were two guys – two brown-haired boys with such cocksure smirks plastered over their face, it would irk even the kindest person around.
"I wouldn't have recognized you standing there – if it wasn't for your characteristic scowl. Like a bobcat's." The first guy burst out laughing.
"Glad my expressions were useful for somebody with a goldfish's memory." The figure muttered.
"Don't tease him now, Vincent. Or else he'll go on ghosting us for two more years." The second guy, Duncan groaned, facepalming.
An uneasy feeling settled among the three of them. Vincent glared at his friend, while the figure merely glanced straight ahead of them, from where roars and exclaims of disappointment arose.
"What do you want now?" Was his only reply.
"What do we want? What do we want, huh?" Vincent raised his eyebrows. "We wanna talk. To sort of – you know, over what happened."
"I see no point in bringing that up." The figure answered. "You should have done the talking two years ago, not now."
Duncan winced at the curtness in that reply, while Vincent clenched his jaw, fisting his hand.
"Yeah, right?! Two years ago when I'd ended up at the hospital with some half a dozen stitches and you never turned up?! That's when we were supposed to do the talking. Or no," he cocked his head to one side. "When I got suspended, almost got sent to rehab and I didn't even get so much as a text from you or your boyfriend. That's when we were supposed to do the talking, right?!"
Up till now, the figure who had been passively ignoring the duo, whirled around in fury – his dark eyes flashing in warning. A great gust of wind blew the hoodie off his head.
"Don't call him my boyfriend. That was over at the same time we ended this friendship."
Duncan stepped back upon seeing the guy's anger, while Vincent merely held a taunting look in his eyes and chuckled.
Before Vincent could retort, the figure withdrew and disappeared in the crowd around the shade.
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Neil's POV
Jamie takes a leaf out of Holmes' hat
Sometimes, the greatest thrill and exhilaration comes not from the players, but from the audience. It's like an omniscient position; where you sit in one spot and view everything the way it unfolds.
Once you gain access to that unique view, you understand things no one else does.
And that's exactly how I feel right now.
With our slightly battered but brave heroes approaching the ultimate challenge, their invisible capes of stubborn will flying high. They eyed the two smug villains on the other side of the land of judgement-the place that would decide who would win – Humble Hard-work Vs. Arrogant Talent.
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The Sun and the Moon
General Fiction'I knew the moment you came into my life; I would never let go of your hand.' For Neil it was almost intuitive that he and Dennis would become each other's secret-keeper, partner-in-crime and pillar of support. Yet, all of this will be put on test a...
