Mathew:
Football practise had been gruelling. Coach had kept us back in the foul, grizzly weather because he didn't think we were up to scratch for the big game next week. At this stage however if we weren't ready, we probably would never be and exhausting ourselves in the freezing, wet and muddy conditions would only create sick and discouraged team members. My concentration and thus performance had steadily decreased the longer we stayed back, as I kept thinking about how late I was for my study session with Julian. Every minute that I was stuck out there catching pneumonia was a minute less of those green eyes id get to see tonight.
The worst part was that I couldn't even message him and let him know where I was or why I was so late. What if he gave up and left, and I missed out on seeing him altogether? Back when Julian and Luke lived at home I saw them both all the time and while I still saw them a lot I missed them both very much. Yet at least with some distance between Julian and I, I could maintain some semblance of productivity.
When we were finally set free, the whole team drugged into the locker room and everyone tried to speed through the changing room and showers as fast as possible. We were all very keen for warm, dry, clean clothes and even more to get home where there was food and a soft bed waiting. I was even keener though, because of the thought of Julian waiting there for me, his warm smile and delectable body. Even if it did come with an annoying side of calculus. I suppose I could have just messaged him then but my mind was clouded with exhaustion, excitement and improper thoughts. I just wanted to get home, to get to him, as soon as possible.
Subsequently my shower was insufficient in every way except removing the muds I was caked in and a little bill of the cold chill that felt like it was eating away at my bones. After dressing i grabbed my school backpack and duffle of dirty football gear, and all but ran out of the locker room. Pausing only to wave goodbye to my friends, who were rapidly packing up their own stuff. I was the first one out and thus the car park was clear. I was on my way home, I was so close now.
Julian:
When Mat finally walked in the door to his room I was startled. I had faded into a day dream as I leant back against his headboard and pillows, just rolling a pen between my fingers. He came hurrying in, throwing his bags down by the end of the bed and headed to the two way bathroom which he used to share with Luke. All the while apologising for his lateness and dirtiness. He did look rather 'dirty'. I could see bits of mud behind his ear and his normally soft, silky hair was very damp and flecked with muck. He also looked rather cold and bleary eyed. Tonight was clearly not going to be a productive study night and also probably not the best night to discuss the sensitive and important things I had so recently discovered. As much as I wanted to, I didn't think it was fare to add that anxiety to his already overwhelming lot. He would talk to me when he was ready... Soon, I hoped.
"Go get in the shower" I urged. "It's late, were both tired and you're doing so well, we can take a week off from the study."
He just looked at me with tired, disappointed eyes and said "You're going?"
"Don't be silly, Matty" I laughed "I've waiting an hour for you to get here, the least you could do is watch some
