Running || A Garrance Fanfic

Chapter Ten

Laurance's POV

I lay flat on my back on the floor of Garroth's room. It's almost like we're back in high school, just hanging out after soccer and baseball practice. Garroth's on his computer, typing away at something, while I'm just staring at the bare ceiling. I'm not bored, I just don't feel like doing anything right now. Enjoying his company is enough for me.

With nothing to really do, I think back to the last time I was in this room. It was nearing the end of Summer after senior year; the day before I left for college. Garroth was so upset I couldn't go to FalconClaw University like everyone else was and so was I.

I didn't want to leave him.

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"So, why do your parents need your help?" Garroth asked, tossing a baseball over to me. I caught it, turning it around in my hand.

"Cuz they like the farm." I tossed the ball back to him. "And they're getting old."

Garroth chuckled, catching the ball and throwing it back. We liked to do this whenever we hung out: just hanging around in Gar's room, talking, and throwing a baseball back and forth. Yeah, we were exciting teenagers.

"And you promise you'll text me every day?" he questioned. I sighed with a smile present on my face, throwing back the ball.

"Yes, Garroth. Why wouldn't I? I'll miss you just as much as you'll miss me."

"I doubt it." He smiled. "You'll find a girlfriend within a week and forget all about me."

"Uh, I think you're talking about yourself, Gar." I laughed, catching the ball again. "Mr. Prince Charming who has all the ladies under some spell."

"Might need to work on that name, Laur."

"No need. It's accurate."

He rolled his eyes: "Whatever you say, Mr. Casanova of Phoenix Drop High."

"It's not my fault I'm just so fabulous." I threw back the baseball.

"I think we have very different definitions of the word."

"You're so mean to me."

He chuckled and threw the ball back. Being a pro baseball player, Garroth sometimes forgot his own strength when it came to throwing, so I missed the ball and it hit the wall behind me. I looked at it, then turned to Garroth with an annoyed glare. He smiled sheepishly back at me.

"Wasn't me."

"I have to move from my comfortable spot on this floor and grab the stupid baseball," I mumbled in fake irritance, falling back and reaching lazily for the ball. I bet I looked ridiculous because Gar was obviously trying not to laugh at me. I grabbed the ball and threw it back at him, surprisingly catching him off guard and nearly smacking him in the head.

"Did you just try to hit me with your terrible aim?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. I sat back up and crossed my arms.

"Maybe I did. And my aim isn't terrible because maybe I meant to miss your face."

"Dude, for a 'pro' soccer player, you don't have the best aim."

"If we were playing soccer right now, I would own you."

"Wanna bet?"

"You want to bet against the captain of the soccer team?"

"Former captain."