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Post by Nathaniel Reid on Apr 7, 2009 16:14:41 GMT 1
The water was nice and cool and felt great on this warm California day. He should have been practicing his swimming but felt too much at ease to strain himself. So today would be Nate’s day off from practice. He would still stay in the empty pool and swim around, but he would not push himself in any way. The swim teams’ pool was silent, except for the small splashes created by the wet red haired boy, floating in the middle of it and kicked slightly every once in a while.
His emerald green eyes stared blankly at the ceiling above, his red hair flaring like a flame in the cool liquid. He closed his eyes, breathing in softly while he blocked all thoughts away. He felt good, relaxed and he felt like he was floating in the air, as if the water below him was not present; but instead he was somewhere completely different.
There was a sudden sound, making Nathaniel’s eyes opened wide with shock at the unexpectant noise. It sounded like a door opening and closing and then footsteps. As soon as the noise was recognizable, Nathan moved his body so that he floated on his belly and he swam to the edge of the water at full speed. At least if he pretended to be practicing, he wouldn’t feel too embarrassed about being lazy. Whoever it was that came in, hopefully he or she would leave soon and not cause trouble for nothing like most of the students here. Seriously, he needed a break and trouble was not something he needed at the moment.
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Post by Rachel Dávill on Apr 7, 2009 23:45:28 GMT 1
A morning swim was a creature comfort Rachel enjoyed almost every day, or at the very least every other day. The pool was usually deserted, which suited her fine, and the warm water was soothing against her pale, smooth skin. She felt good this morning too, after an recent unfortunate event, she had decided to stop drinking, and a hangover-free day made a welcome change.
It would appear things were looking up in Rachels bleak existence then, except the fact she was still bullied, or unnoticed, her school work was tumbling, she still could not find a job in this financially crucified world, and her self esteem was at an all time low. It was hard to stay optimistic at this time in her life.
Still, her morning swim was one of her escapes from the madness. Floating, eyes closed, her problems dissolved for a few minutes. She dumped her schoolbooks in her gym locker, and retrieved her swimsuit. She changed, and let her hair down. She chucked the rest of her stuff in the locker, and closed it, a corner of her skirt still sticking out untidily.
She walked to the doorway, after having a quick rinse, and opened the door. It was only until she was halfway along the walkway to the side of the pool when she realised there was another inhabitant. She was far to insecure for this! She couldn't believe it. Someone else was there! It was always empty, unless there was some sort of swim event around the corner, which there wasn't, understandably given the turmoil the school had been under of late.
She blushed immediately and folded her arms over her chest. She was too far to turn back now, so she apprehensively walked on, immediately cutting the eye contact. She lowered herself into the pool via the stepladder, slowly adjusting to the temperature. She leaned on the side. She had got this far, but swimming might be a bit to much, so she treaded water for a little while, pretending to warm up...or something.
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Post by Nathaniel Reid on Apr 8, 2009 4:24:36 GMT 1
As he swam towards the edge of the water, unmoving his head, he watched as the footsteps revealed itself as a young lady and a pretty one at that. Her hair was a nice shade of brown and her eyes matched it almost. She was small though and barely developed; she must have been at the very least fifteen maximum. There was absolutely no way this girl could be older than her, at least it would seem impossible look-wise. She seemed uncomfortable though. Was it because of him? Well maybe, he was pretty hot right? Okay well maybe not that hot but it was nice to at least have some kind of ego, right?
Eyeing her up and down, Nathaniel managed to get too close to the edge of the pool without realizing, causing him to smack his hand onto the side with full strength. He bit his lower lip and also hit his head on the cement. Good thing for him, he didn't hit his head too hard so he wouldn't have to worry about possibly being knocked out and drowning. As he hit the side with his head, his body found itself completely under water, the sudden wetness and coolness causing shock as he quickly kicked and paddled so that his upper body was over the water.
Nate pushed himself on the side, his arms folded, holding him up on the cement floor of the pool while his chest dangled halfway into the water.
"I'm okay!!" he exclaimed out loud, his face turning the same shade as his crimson hair. At the moment, he was very embarrassed of what had just occurred.
It was only then did he notice his pulsing and swelling hand and piercing jolts in his head. He flexed his hand to make sure it wasn't broken, which it wasn't, and bit his lower lip, also narrowing his eyes in pain. Man, he was lame and embarrassing. Why did Nate have such a talent at getting hurt? Hopefully she would ignore him still? The chances of that were low though....
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Post by Rachel Dávill on Apr 8, 2009 11:58:48 GMT 1
Rachel continued to tread water, and hold the edge while stretching her legs and back. Even at the shallow end, her feet barely hit the ground, she was still waiting on her growth spurt. She still kept a subtle eye on the boy, you never know with people in this city, and particularly in this school. What made the situation a little worse is it's not like the boy was...unattractive. His short red hair extenuated his emerald eyes. He also clearly had a good body.
She shook off these wayward thoughts, and began to swim. She started slowly, looking back to the boy whenever she had to breathe. She started to ponder over her constant surveillance, maybe it wasn't out of insecurity, maybe she just...liked looking at him. Like she had a chance anyway, she looked about fifteen, and wasn't much of a catch, and this guy seemed like the kind of guy who would be pretty popular.
At the precise moment these thoughts passed through her mind, the boy swam straight into the side of the pool, Rachel flinched slightly, then smirked a little. She could tell he wasn't too hurt, he was hardly going at full pelt. Then he started tossing under the water, she decided she better check on him, and started swimming back, a little quicker. When she got very close, he suddenly thrust out of the water, and slammed on the side of the pool, exclaiming "I'm okay!!" extravagantly.
Rachel giggled a little, not at him, more intentions to with him. He suddenly seemed more accessible to her. "Hi..." She started quietly, her ever-mocked strong French accent beaming. "I'm Rachel" She leaned on the side of the pool about a metre away from him.
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Post by Nathaniel Reid on Apr 9, 2009 0:51:06 GMT 1
He still held onto the side of the pool, looking down at his still pulsing hand. He was so absorbed into his own little world that he had not even noticed that the girl was right behind him; it was her giggled that made him aware of her. He turned his head as much as possible to confirm that it was actually the girl from before. His face became as red as it could possibly go, even more embarrassed. Great, she did decide to check it out…and worse of all she found it amusing…. But then again, that could be a good thing right?
She said hello in what seemed like a French accent. ‘Very hot.’ He thought, smiling at her as he let go of the side and turned his body a little so that he’d be facing her as she moved herself just beside him. It was only then, with half of his body out of the water, did he realize that his bare chest was kind of cold… Well, he would have to tolerate it for now because he really didn’t feel like being a floating head in the water when talking to her. Plus, it could be a little weird.
“Hey.” He started. “I’m Nathaniel. You can call me Nate or Nathan though; if you prefer.” He gently smiled at her.
It was then that he began to wonder why she came here to swim. Was she part of the team or did she just like to swim? She was very thin but she also seemed to be in shape as well, but who knew if it was because of swimming or other exercises. Either way, asking would be a good starter conversation so why not?
“So, what brought you here this morning?” he asked. “Are you part of the swim team also? Or here just for a morning soak?”
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Post by Rachel Dávill on Apr 9, 2009 3:12:00 GMT 1
"Nate...i think that." She said, smiling back at him. He was blushing rosy, almost blending into his hair colour, which only made her giggle a little more, but she soon held herself, and spoke eloquently. She smiled at him quite admirably, captivated by his incredible emerald eyes. She controlled herself, and avoided staring though, so there was nothing entourage, yet.
"No, i am not in a team, i just enjoy a morning swim really." She talked as well as she could with her accent, but she was hardly used to conversation. She could speak, read, and understand English perfectly, she was just not quite used to the culture, and mannerisms. She was also extremely quiet in public. Thankfully, this was quite an exclusive situation. She smiled at him again stupidly, 'think of something to say!' repeating in her mind.
"So, Nate. 'ave you been here long? I 'ave never seen you before, and i am here for most mornings." She let go of the wall, and floated out a little. Her light weight made staying afloat a complete ease.
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