Gym, early morning

"And Mitchell picks up the ball, he dodges, moves forward and shoots... the crowd holds in their breath and he SCORES! Mitchell wins!" Cameron caught the ball back and started shooting hoops on his own as he tried to figure out what Lee and him had to do with Hercules and a centaur.

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Glad they're talking again, but still needing to work off the edges, she tries to steal the ball from him. "What's the deal with this Homecoming thing? I mean, can I just ask someone? Or does that mean I like them?"

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
She swoops in and steals the ball. "So, if I just say 'hey, everyone's going, wanna go with me' it won't mean anything?"


(Oops. Sorry. We can kill that if it's awkward. She's been thinking about asking someone. It seemed like a good way to let Cam know she wasn't feeling angsty about him going with Kara.)

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"OK. Thanks." Mimicing what she saw him do before, she takes a step, dribbles, takes another and aims for the hoop, hoping she'll manage to clear Cam's hands at least.

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
She grins over her shoulder at him, then passes the ball back to him. "Shh. Don't tell anyone." Then she winks, and heads back to the mats to stretch.