Atticus and Indi.

Trying to Search for Atticus.

It was six minutes past two and the game had begun. Looking at all the player’s, each of them stared or at least glanced in her general direction whether they were dribbling the ball or not. Atticus stared just like that rest; there wasn’t a wink or sly smile that had traced upon the faces of his teammates. No, he just stared.

He had a set of rather unimportant green eyes, they didn’t attract attention, and they were the same color as a blade of grass. Perhaps it was that the hue of his eyes was so common it no longer held appeal, yet they still felt nice looking over at her every few minutes.

It was almost like he’d thought she’d disappear.

But she didn’t, she considered it wondering if he would flee after her.

She saw by the stubborn look in his eye that he would, despite the overwhelming fact he was having the best game of his life. She sat on the side, smiling.

She was like the luck to his charm, which in this suburban world wasn’t an awfully intricate necklace he’d received from his great grandfather after he dead. No it was in the form of a steady, circular ball that gleamed a fading orange in the dispating sunlight.

After the game slowly came to an end, the swearing on both sides stop as they all lined up, passing each other with a quick tap of the hand. She watched Atticus approach the opposition team captain, he stuck out a hand and the other boy a few inches shorter bought them both into what appeared to be a awkwardly brother – like hug.

His team fled before nightfall could fall upon us, Atticus and Indi the only two on the court.

“Hi” Indi stuck out her hand feebly.

He shook it.

“Hi – so do I still call you Atheist?”

She laughed.

“No, Indi”

He nodded, wiping his sweaty hands on his uniform.

“I’m riding you home” He stated.

“Alright” She shrugged.

“Not afraid of being in the car with an adolescent of the boy range, alone?”

“You seem unthreatening from this view”

“Mom bought me up well”

He led her to his car after that, it was old. It would have been a new shiny diamond of the fifties but now it appeared a faded red that appeared orange and not at all appealing to climb into. But she did anyway since the adoration for the vehicle that looked as if it could fall apart with a single touch gleamed in Atticus’s eyes.

Sure enough when he climbed in it didn’t collapse so that was reassuring.