Fan Fiction |
by sUm^MeR
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She was scurrying out of the bus when suddenly, he stumbled right in front of him. It was an instinct reaction; his hand quickly grabbed onto her slender forearm and told her to be careful.
He heard her voice, muttering the word 'thanks', but didn’t get to see her facial expressions. She kept her head low, using her long hair as a veil to cover her face.
He saw the stuffs she dropped, and there, he spotted a sketch of a basketball player.
The sketch was very random yet beautiful. In a way, the drawing became alive when you observed them more than two seconds. The more he observed, the more he could sense of trace of familiarity. His posture, his outfit, his back-sided cap-- they all were so much like....
Himself.
She had quickly collected her belongings and rushed toward the exit. And that was the moment he realized, how much his curiosity had reached its peak. He glanced out the window, trying to find how she looked like. Nevertheless, he only managed to get the sight of the top of her head.
So...
He didn’t know her name, didn’t know how she looked like, didn't know where she lived. But he knew that she must be a student at the university. Or where else could she watched him playing?
Haha, you're so smart, Jay. So smart, he grinned to himself.
He didn’t know what was the reason behind this feeling, but he was determined that he had to meet her again. And if that chance ever came, he would never let her slip away from his grip.
Never.
Yet after that chance had come to him later on,
He realized how easy it was for him to let her slip away.
Because all he did was piling up her disappointments.
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“Jay, here! Here!” Xiao Zhu waved his arms frantically, signaling him to throw the ball to him.
Standing right in front of him, his obviously taller opponent kept trying to block his view. He tsk-ed and shook his head with a sneer, “Go get me if you can.” he said as he dribbled the ball low and made a 360 degrees pivot to sneak below his opponenent's arm, and quickly passed the ball,... not to Xiao Zhu—as that was what the opponent might have expected..., he passed to ball to Edison instead. He watched Edison attempted his shot and moved swiftly toward under the ring, in case the ball didn’t get in.
The ball was swirling unstably around the rim of the ring. Swirling, swirling, and swirling.... leaving everyone staring at it intensely without a budge.
That moment, he knew the ball wouldn’t make it through. So he stood there, fully prepared to secure the ball before anyone noticed. And the very second the ball fell out of the rim, he jumped as high as he could, and attempted his very rare slam-dunk.
The score was his.
Everyone was cheering for him, but at that time, he was more excited to search for the audience instead.
He was looking for that ‘sketch girl’, wondering whether she was watching him at the time, thinking of where was the very spot she watched him playing.
Is she sketching me right now?
He was so engrossed in searching for her shadow that he had unconsciously did something he almost never thought he’d ever done.
He ignored the game.
“Jay, look out!”
He saw the ball dashed with a high speed into his direction. As he was not fully prepared to catch it, he dodged and let the ball dashed past him into the swarm of audiences.
“ARGH!!”
A high-pitched voice of a girl was heard. It was so loud that everyone turned their heads at her. Including him.
The girl was sitting on the ground at one side of the court, seemingly busy and pissed off, pulling all her stuffs together.
He walked toward her direction to get the ball. And that was when he suddenly chanced upon what she was holding tightly in her hands.
He merely stood there, stunned.
In her hands was a piece of sketch, which had been torn apart by the strayed ball. Though the sketch had partly smudged and damaged, he could tell that it was the same kind of sketch as the ones he saw at the bus, with the same kind of randomness and artistry, the same kind of liveliness and perfection, and all told him that they were made by the same artist.
Sitting there...
Was the ‘sketch girl’ he’d been looking for.
And at that time, he knew exactly what to do.
He had to know her name.
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Posted:
10/11/04