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Post by caitlyn haley peters on Nov 30, 2009 0:15:11 GMT -5
Caitlyn Peters grabbed her softball duffel from the ground, her white-blond ponytail swinging side to side merrily as she continued to the edge of the La Push forest. In sky blue sweatpants, a bright pink Beatles t-shirt, and blue and black sneakers, plus her hoodie and socks, Caitlyn was ready to start her own personal practice session, even though it was pretty chilly outside. Then again, it was autumn, and she was in Washington - of course it was chilly. That was why she'd dressed the way she had. Dropping her duffel in the dewy grass, she unzipped it, pulling out her mitt and lucky softball. Playing catch with herself to warm up a little was ritual for her, so she tossed the ball up with her free hand, caught it in her mitt, and bounced it on the ground, only to catch it in her mitt once again. She turned around and threw it against a tree, catching it right before it landed in a mud puddle. Glaring down at the brown muck, she blew on the softball a little, remembering the last time - which had been a few days ago - her ball had landed in the mud. Stupid Larsen. She gritted her teeth, her eyes dark, and tossed the ball in the air again, willing herself to focus. He didn't know a damn thing about how well she played this game, and he didn't know a damn thing about her.
She was furious with herself for ever letting him inside her head. She had excellent concentration, and he'd taken her softball. He'd startled her. He'd let her ball fall in a mud puddle. He'd pissed her off. Telling herself it was all his fault, she went through her cycle of playing catch with herself about ten more times before catching the ball in a finalizing way and removing her mitt from her hand. As she did so, the ball dropped from between her fingers and rolled, and she spun around, ready to go retrieve it, and stopped in her tracks. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of him, and for a moment she forgot about her softball. "How interesting can it be to watch a sixteen-year-old girl play catch with herself? Keep this up and I'm going to start thinking you're stalking me," she said icily, folding her arms across her chest. Her eyes flickered back to her lost softball, which had rolled to a stop a few feet away from a mud puddle, which happened to be right near where Larsen was standing. "Leave it where it is," she added. "And if you get it muddy again you're buying me a new one, it took me hours to get that shit off last time," she said darkly. Hours to get the mud completely off of the ball and her, and she'd taken at least three showers because she'd been covered in it and had smelled like shit.
And it was all his fault.
tag: larsen aka lindsey
outfit: click
notes: lmfao this is gonna be fun. =D hope it's okayyy. |
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