I skipped down the steps, ready for my run. I found my mom sitting by the diner table with her papers and her eyes glued to her Samsung. My mom has an important job in a model bureau called 'Runway', it's kinda famous, so she makes a lot of money. We're not rich, but we have some money. When people first meet or hear about my mom, they typically thinks she's a workaholic, sometimes she is, but now always. She gives a lot of her time on me since I'm her only child and my dad is a soldier. My mom is a very lovely lady.
''Mom?'' She looked up from her phone.
''Yes?''
''I'm going out for a run. I'll be home in an hour or so, okay?'' I tightened my black nike free, oh how I love these. I wore black shorts, a white loose muscle tank and a green sports bra underneath. I don't like running in public without a shirt on. My hair was in a high tight ponytail. I run a lot, I've been trying out a lot of sports, and it's not me, except for running, I love running. I loved to play soccer, but it started to get on professional level and I didn't want that, I only played for fun.
I would say I'm a quite good runner, but I'm not the best, I don't want to sound cocky. Whenever someone tries to run past me, I speed up. I'm a perfectionist. I ran down to the woods, where I run the most. This is the best place I know, after my room af course.
Here, I can be alone and just think. Not many people run here, so it's nice. After about 10 minutes of jogging, I hear footsteps behind me. I don't want to look behind me, so I speed up a little, not much. The person behind me runs a little faster to.
I took a quick glance behind me, there was a boy around my age, 14, running. He smirked at me and I smiled back. Oh, I'm going to show me.
I started to run a little faster, so did he, a little faster, so did he. We contiunued like that for about 10-15 minutes until we were both running as fast as we could. He ran right beside me. ''First to the swing wins?'' He suggested. He started to run a little faster so he was in front of me.
''Sure.'' I asnwered and smirked. Then I ran even faster and slowly I was getting in the front. He tried to keep up, but I was always about 20cm in front of him. We made it past the swing and I ran up the small hill, falling down on my back, out of breath. He lay down beside me.
Our eyes met and we started to laugh. ''Wow, you-you're fast.'' He said to me.
''Th-thanks,'' it took me a while to answer. ''You're not bad either.''
We lay down for 2 minutes, getting our lungs filled with air again. I sat up and so did he.
''So, you like to run?'' He asked me.
''I love it. It's the only sport I like.'' What happened to me? Maybe I'm loosing my shyness, first yesterday, then today.
''Ah, it's not the only sport I like. But I also love to run.'' He said. I looked at his clothes, typical soccer clothes.
''You play soccer?'' I asked him. I looked up at the sky and saw some birds flying behind the treetops.
''Yeah. How could you-?'', he looked down at his clothes. ''Do you play soccer?'' He raised his eyebrow. He looked at my outfit which made me unsure. I crossed my arms.
''I did, not anymore.'' I told him why I stopped.
''Maybe we can play sometime, if you still love to play?'' He suggested. ''But I have to warn you, I'm pretty good.'' He winked.
''Yeah, sure you are.'' I laughed. ''And yeah, we could. I still love to play. Sometimes, I play with my team, when I'm there to say hi.''
''Cool, then we're going to play one day. But,'' he stopped and looked at me. ''Professional huh? Like, David Beckham professional?''
I giggled. ''Nooo, he's too good. He's like the coolest soccerplayer ever.'' The boy got the biggest smirk on his face.
''Oh really?'' He grinned.
''Yeah, him and Chicarito, omg.'' I closed my eyes.
''How often do you come here?'' He asked after 2 minutes of nice silence.
''Everytime I run, which is 2-3-4 times a week. You?'' I already feel comfortable with this guy, which name I don't know. I met him 30 minutes ago or something.
''Same, I like it here. It's so quiet.''
I smiled and we just sat there talking. I found out that his name was Brooklyn and he asked for my number, but none of us had our phones with us. Then, we decided to meet Thursday, since it was Tuesday today. Not for a run, just for ice cream, nothing more. We ran one last time for about 20 minutes and then we headed home.
When I saw my house, I started to sprint. My mom was cooking, I could smell it. I went inside and said hello.
''Hi sweetie. I already ate, you didn't come home, so..'' She started, she sounded guilty.
''It's fine. I'll just take some leftovers. And yeah sorry, the time flew by.'' I smiled, thinking about Brooklyn. He's going to be a good friend.
''What's his name?'' She said seriously.
''Mooom.'' I laughed. ''There's no boy, yeah there was, but a new FRIEND, I repeat, FRIEND.'' Me and my mom are close sometimes, not always. She can be strict, I tell you.
''Yeah, that explains the big smile on your face.'' She winked. I rolled my eyes at her and ran up the stairs.
I turned on the water in my bathroom, I'm so lucky that I have my one, I've been begging for one in one year, and know I got it. I stripped out of my clothes and washed my body and hair. When I was done, I turned off the water, of course, and wrapped a towel around my dripping body. I found my pjs, which was one of my dads oversized T-shirts, I also put on some shorts from Victoria's Secret, some my mom got for me when she first made business with the brand.
My mom had left a plate with food on my night stand. I found my computer and went on facebook while I ate. After I ate, and I was done checking all my social sites, on my phone and computer, I turned off the light and went to sleep.
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Hey babies <3
I updated yay
Im sorry for making a lot of conversations in this, but yeah, this kinda sucks, but screw that
I hope you guys like this story so farrrr
Brooklyn is still a sexgod, okay bye
*btw this is not corrected, so sorry for any mistakes <3333
