Post by Taylor McCarthy on Jan 3, 2017 14:47:22 GMT
It felt weird stepping into Bellefonte Academy's gymnasium again after such a long time away. Winter sports were in full swing now and Taylor had, unfortunately, missed too much of the football season to be able to do anything save for participate in practice and scrimmages but he had made it back before the basketball team started league play giving him a chance to play for a spot on the team considering he could shake off the rust quickly enough to earn a role within the roster rotation.
Once practice had ended Taylor opted to remain in the gym if for no other reason than to avoid the thoughts weighing on his mind. He was back in the US and once again enrolled in college at Bellefonte. So little had changed within the nine months he'd been away and yet it felt as though so much was missing. He'd been on campus for over a week now and had all but avoided his younger brother, an act he was certain would end up biting him in the ass, and a certain someone he'd hoped would still be around had been nowhere to be found. The halls of Bellefonte should have felt familiar and comforting but without the unstable foundation he'd attempted to build the place just seemed hollow and empty.
Time had passed well beyond the scheduled block where the gym was off limits for the basketball team. A handful of others looking to get some activity in before it got too late in the afternoon trickled in driving the usually social young man to the bleachers where he'd left his duffel bag. He took a seat and looked out over the steadily filling gym with little desire to mix with any of them. After giving a resigned sigh Taylor decided to pack up and leave until a strangely familiar face caught his attention.
Taylor paused, watching the young woman from a distance. She was tall, lean and it went without saying even if he hadn't be struck by a wicked case of deja vu she would have stood out among the rest of the students. Even though he couldn't tell what she was doing or where she was going and he was hardly in the mood to socialize, Taylor found himself making his way across the gym. Never the shy one, Taylor approached the source of his curiosity with a calm, almost practiced ease. When he was just a few paces away from revealing to the young woman he was drawing closer with the intent to speak to her it hit him. He remembered exactly where he remembered her from.
"Excuse me." Taylor said politely. Just because he was overcome with curiosity didn't mean Taylor would forget his manners (for now). "Didn't you used to go to St. Bethany's?" He asked, his brow furrowing in thought then. "Clara... Carrie?" He gave a bit of an embarrassed grin and shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry, I'm shite with names."
Once practice had ended Taylor opted to remain in the gym if for no other reason than to avoid the thoughts weighing on his mind. He was back in the US and once again enrolled in college at Bellefonte. So little had changed within the nine months he'd been away and yet it felt as though so much was missing. He'd been on campus for over a week now and had all but avoided his younger brother, an act he was certain would end up biting him in the ass, and a certain someone he'd hoped would still be around had been nowhere to be found. The halls of Bellefonte should have felt familiar and comforting but without the unstable foundation he'd attempted to build the place just seemed hollow and empty.
Time had passed well beyond the scheduled block where the gym was off limits for the basketball team. A handful of others looking to get some activity in before it got too late in the afternoon trickled in driving the usually social young man to the bleachers where he'd left his duffel bag. He took a seat and looked out over the steadily filling gym with little desire to mix with any of them. After giving a resigned sigh Taylor decided to pack up and leave until a strangely familiar face caught his attention.
Taylor paused, watching the young woman from a distance. She was tall, lean and it went without saying even if he hadn't be struck by a wicked case of deja vu she would have stood out among the rest of the students. Even though he couldn't tell what she was doing or where she was going and he was hardly in the mood to socialize, Taylor found himself making his way across the gym. Never the shy one, Taylor approached the source of his curiosity with a calm, almost practiced ease. When he was just a few paces away from revealing to the young woman he was drawing closer with the intent to speak to her it hit him. He remembered exactly where he remembered her from.
"Excuse me." Taylor said politely. Just because he was overcome with curiosity didn't mean Taylor would forget his manners (for now). "Didn't you used to go to St. Bethany's?" He asked, his brow furrowing in thought then. "Clara... Carrie?" He gave a bit of an embarrassed grin and shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry, I'm shite with names."