Thread: Homeward (MiseryChord x WriterGuy101)

Chance breathed in deeply, his chest tight and lungs aching, memory flooding back to him as if he'd been thrust into the past and was living it all over again. It was so many years ago when they'd first met, and the sheer memory of it made his insides twist, his subconscious chuckled. College. The both of their sophomore year, and neither of them had even known the other existed until that day right in the middle of the fall. September 18th, 2002. It was the middle of the afternoon, a Tuesday. A bunch of the other football players and I had gotten together to practice for the big homecoming game that was coming up, and just to have some fun in general. Day off of classes, great weather, why not? Weren't even in the football field, just a random patch of grass in front of one of my dorm, and no holding back on playing either. No gear, no uniforms, just t-shirts and shorts and sneakers and a football and us bunch of crazy dumb football players tackling each other like wrestlers and getting scraped up and bruised and stuff. Well, we got a little too rough and a little too eager. Forgot we were on in a tiny little spot and not a huge football field and someone threw it a little too hard and I ran right after it and jumped up and spun to catch it and well, flipped over the hood of a parked car and got a few really bad gouges in my arm and leg. Health clinic on campus for the nursing and med students sure was convenient. The look on your face when you walked over to my cot... And then you just smiled and said hi and asked what happened, well, no. 'Wanna tell me how on earth you managed to grind yourself up so bad two weeks before homecoming, Mr. star-player?' But you were smiling, and I could see it in your eyes how hard you were trying not to laugh when you sat down and got a pair of tweezers... I remember seeing your eyes twinkle, and how pretty you looked in those scrubs... you still do... 'We got a little over-zealous, I might have accidentally rolled myself over the hood of someone's car making the best catch in the world, Miss star-nurse.' You laughed, I laughed. We talked and you cleaned up the damage, stitched up what needed it... I didn't feel a thing, and you didn't even need to give me anything... But you were so pretty, and I wanted to know you... but you had to dismiss me and we didn't have classes together and I didn't know how to find you... I said we should hang some time and you laughed it off, dismissed it really, and I couldn't give up, wouldn't... I found ways to land myself back in the clinic on almost a daily basis, and somehow I always managed to get you to be my hero, and I nagged you, man did I nag you to tell me about yourself. I wanted to know who exactly you were, you seemed really cool and your beauty... you finally asked if I was purposely getting injured to stalk you or something, jokingly, and I admitted it, told you that if you wanted me to stop showing up at the clinic conveniently that you'd have to go to the homecoming dance with me, felt like being right back in high school but college was by far better. And I fell in love with you before I even had a chance to understand it. His eyes had misted over just slightly as he'd spoken the memory to her, as if he was in some far off place, buried deep in the recesses of his mind, and far from the present. His lips had quivered now and then, a tiny sign that some sense of pleasant emotion was still left in him.