Fate and desperation is what brought them together, but also what ultimately forced them apart.
Perplexed by Golf Ball's enigmatic past, there is a constant sense of impending jeopardy surrounding the both of them, lurking.
And it's only a matter of...
Several days have past and Tennis Ball was growing more and more excited. He had been working on something that anybody sane would call weird, but in his eyes it was completely normal.
Ok, maybe it wasn't normal.
After all, in what universe was keeping a list of rather personal things about a total randomer normal?
What he thought was going to be easy to figure out was their gender, but after straining to hear their voice from the distance he kept himself at, he still wasn't sure. But what really kept him motivated, was the fact that he was right all along about the fact there was some common ground between them. No one he knew went around blabbering to themselves about square roots and what Rocky called 'pursentages'. In fact, he found it rather impressive how close to a statistical calculator they were. It was actually pretty scary.
Tennis Ball would spend ages, going out of his way to try learn more about the stranger from a distance. It wasn't even that hard, as to his enjoyment he learnt that they would usually stop by at the local library or other places he was a big fan of like the STEM centre. (science, technology, engineering, maths centre)
Everyday, close to noon, he would walk out the door with a clipboard, quickly walk into the library or STEM centre and wait.
They would come in, stay for a while and then leave, and so would he.
Each time they would come in, Tennis Ball would just try make himself look preoccupied while simultaneously observing. But more than often, they just wouldn't come, but it didn't bother Tennis Ball too much, there was just always something he could read or study for the time being.
It was actually quite hard for him to notice that they had a pretty specific routine: Go to either building on weekends, Tuesdays and Thursdays at 1:26pm, leave at 3:02pm, repeat. Too bad he was very absent-minded, otherwise he wouldn't have wasted so much time.
One incident went rather strangely, much to his surprise.
Tennis Ball was in his usual place, silently sitting in a corner, book about theoretical physics in one foot, a pen in the other while the clipboard remained on the carpeted floor, when they hesitantly shuffled in.
He barely even noticed from his corner as they made their way to the counter and awkwardly plopped a thin paper-back on it before briskly heading out the door. That was relatively unusual.. their expression was much different than the expected frown.
Was it distress? Fear? Uneasiness?
He just shrugged it off, you can't expect everyone to be predictable, perhaps they were just having a rough day or maybe the book was just awful.
But as he sat there, bewildered by the sudden change in character, his curiosity got the better of him, so he decided to check out that book.
"Hmm, Transit and Memory." He mused as he slowly walked to a desk, "That's an odd title." Tennis Ball flicked through the book, conveniently landing on a page with the heading 'Wall teleporters, myth or reality?'
As he skimmed through the page his eyes widened and his lips curled into a smile. "Wow, I wonder where I can get one of those!" He blurted.
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Across from one of the shelves, a sudden jerk movement caught his eye. "Can you like shut up, Tennis Ball, somebody is trying to like, read."
It was Match, much to his surprise. Since when was Match ever interested in reading?
Tennis Ball slowly got up and turned around to face her as Match snapped her book shut, glaring at him.
"Oh, sorry." He started. "Wait, Match?" "I've never seen you around here-"
"Ugh, can you like shut it?" "Pencil here told me about this really interesting romance novel, and I am so finishing it!" She declared, opening the book again.
"By the way, your stalkerish behaviour is like, soooo obnoxious. I bet GB totally thinks it's like, creepy as fuck, so you should like stop." She asserted, looking up from the book.
"What do you mean?" He stammered, shifting about awkwardly. "And who is GB?"
Match, thinking he was being daft grinned, "Pfff, And I thought you were like, smart."
