big city spender (Harlow)

[GRANT EVANS HEART]

Hours had gone by since Grant had arrived at the rec center. He loved coming here, it being one of the only places that was fun to him. The shaggy haired boy dribbled the orange ball a few times before licking his bottom lip then covering it with his top teeth before looking up at the basket. Grant dribbled it a few more timed before bringing his right foot in beside his left and jumped, letting the ball fly from his hands, keeping his elbow tucked in. The orange ball spun head over heels as it approached the hanging net. No sound was heard except for the soft swoosh of the ball passing through ring and through the net. Grant smirked a little before running over to catch the bouncing basket ball. That was his eleventh basket in a row from the three point line, after throwing well over one hundred three pointers. He dribbled the ball around a little before combing his fingers through his hair. The orange ball beneath his arm Grant walked out into the hall where the water fountains were. The boy leaned down and drank from it before wiping his mouth and standing straight. Ever since he moved here he liked to come here daily just to shoot hoops or swim.

Tossing the orange ball into the metal crate Grant walked through the center to see who else was here. Walking through the long hall way he peered through the windows that looked down on the swimming pool. Now leaning against the window sill he watched the people swim and splash around. It made the boy smile a little. He really liked to swim. Come to think about it it had been a while since his family and him came to the pool to swim. Grant's mother and father worked a lot leaving the boy to himself most of the day when he didn't have school. Most days Grant just came here to play around and waster time until he got hungry. On the occasion he'd have friends play with him or he'd even go out with friends but going out always put him in the circumstance of possibly ending up talking to a girl. That was one thing he wasn't good at, talking to girls. The boy always got tongue tied and nervous, he never knew exactly what to say.

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[/color] HARLOW
listening to:[/color] NOTHING
other notes:[/color] SORRY ITS KIND OF CRAPPY
word count:[/color] 437[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]