soccer ball [open] dance hall

[;Demo]

Before you guys say what you are thinking, don't say it. Demo is NOT a sports person. He is more of a 'stand still and watch the girls run around' type of guy, not one to run unless he truely has to. Anyways, everyone in elementary school had always told him that he ran like a girl. Now if you are ea girl, thats a complete compliment [if you are the kind of girl that I am] and if you are a guy
THATS AN INSULT!
So. He almost never ran when he was in elementary school for fear of being made fun of. It wasn't that Demo couldn't punch the living day lights out of whoever made fun of him or whatever, but some people couldn't take a lot of teasing from their peers.
ANYWAYS.
Demo just happened to be bored out of his mind on thaht particular day, and decided to go over to the soccer feild. Maybe there was someone there worth meeting, or maybe he would figure out that he was actually the best soccer playing male out there.
Not going to happen, just so you know.
Anyways, Demo had not been able to stop thinking about.. Well, someone he had met on his first day to the new town. The first girl he had met whose pants weren't up to their shoulders. Someone who was around his age, someone who was actually pretty.
But he had not heard from her since the day they had met... Maybe they would meet someday again,,, or maybe she actually didn't live in the town. Maybe she was a forigner, from Hawaii or something.
Demo tried to calm his extremely strange thoughts that seemed to be engulfing his head, and pushed a soccer ball around slowly with his foot as he continued thinking.
It was like he was addicted, he couldn't stop thinking about that one chick. Sure he had met other girls since he had seen her, but none like her.

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[{{¤Claire¤}}]

Claire laughed at her boyfriend Cam, as he made a face at her from the soccer field, where the Tomahawks were practicing. She was one of the few people in the bleachers, not that she minded. It gave her more 'Cam Time.'

Reaching into the plastic baggy on her lap, Claire drew out a gummy worm, chewing on it slowly as she watched the practice.