What If? (Updated Occasionally)

Parallel

Parallel lines have a lot in common, but they never meet.
Ever.

You might think that's sad.

But every other pair of lines meets once and then drifts apart forever.

Which is pretty sad too.

She gazed at his basketball jersey in a daze. She was always hungry for his trivial information, but today it's just out of curiosity. "Why nine?"

He turned away from his youtube video and smiled at her, cheekily. "It's the biggest single number of all, right?"

That was one powerful yet beautiful way to see things for a second there she just fell silent. But it just didn't work that way with him, so she decided to just laugh it off.

"Suits you well, huh?" Jokingly, she poked his bulky arm. She's not maniac enough to know all the member of their high school basketball team, but in a glance, one can tell that his posture's the biggest of all.

He pouted. "I mean, like, theoretically. Come on, Slowpoke, speed up your pace a little." His grin was wide when he found her sulking at his mock.

The announcement about all basketball team members are expected immediately at the court made him get up from his chair.

She pointed the door with her chin, trying hard not to sound disappointed--if not jealous. "Your cue."

He took a glance at her who was sitting side-by-side with him, then smiled warmly. "Wish me luck, okay?"

"Why must I?" She looked pleased as she teased.

"I'm the Ace." He answered as if it's obvious. "And take good care of my cell and wallet, too."

"Okay."

"And take notes for me?"

"Got it."

"And report to me immediately if anything happens."

She rolled her eyes. "Aye, aye, Captain."

"..."

"..."

"You don't have anything to say?"

She looked up to meet his eyes, and it was wrong. It was so wrong. The way his eyes expressed it... It was obvious expectant.

"Good... luck, Ace." said her, stammered and stunned.

That was not the first time they got real close. But that was the first time she started deluding things, mixing fantasy with reality.

What she had yet to know, is that that event happened to be only one day away from his girl best friend's departure, or on the day he felt so depressed about his leaving too soon, too, or simply because the match he's about to play was all that big he needed all the luck he could get. One way or another, he never once looked at her with the same expectant eyes ever again, and she spent the rest of her high school life wondering why. Wondering if she ever did the wrong thing, or answered the wrong way. Wondering at which particular part she messed up and they got strayed away from each other.

And thus began the 'sometime in high school-post college' unrequited love.