Football Practice

I arrive at football practice early, recently I've been late for almost every session and I know I need to try and get back on Dylan's good side. There's only two other people in the locker rooms right now, Caleb and Sam, they're sat at different ends of the locker room, neither has started changing yet. Caleb has his eyes closed and his head titled up towards the ceiling, he's the kind of guy that will tell you that everything happens in life for a reason. He's got his long blonde hair tied up into a ponytail behind his head, currently its flattened against the tile wall behind him. His long legs are crossed below him, each knee is hanging over the edge of the bench. When he's standing he's around six foot five but it never feels intimidating when he's standing next to you. The sleeveless top he's wearing shows off the farmers tan that he's developed, after spending the better part of a week in Mykonos. When he came back he couldn't stop talking about how meditating on the Greek sands had reinvigorated his whole body, all I could think about whilst he was saying this was about how good he looked with a tan and what he would look like on the beach.

Sam however is sitting with his legs hanging over the edge, swinging them absentmindedly. I'm never quite sure what's happening in Sam's head, even when he's talking to you it seems like he's somewhere else. His eyes wander off and you can just see that he's gone into his own world, but he's a nice enough guy. Even as I look at him right now he's just staring straight ahead, making no effort to move his windswept fringe out of his face. I've never really thought about him in anyway other than a team mate, he's cute but the absence of presence when you're talking to him kind of kills the idea of having a crush on him. Sometimes he'll just laugh to himself and there's something about it that makes me smile. Actually the move I look at him now the more I'm realising I may have overlooked him, he's a skinny guy but he's not bony, his red hair suits him quite well, even if it is currently hiding his blue eyes. From the way he's swinging his legs I can also make out what I think may be a sizeable package, but you can never be too sure with Sam.

My phone chimes interrupting my thoughts, it's from Dylan

Sorry guys, practice is cancelled, something came up.

"Well fuck" is all I can say, the one time I make an effort to be on time and this is how it turns out. Caleb opens his eyes and gives me a questioning look, whereas Sam continues just doing his thing. "Dylan has cancelled practice guys."

"Does this annoy you Cory?" Caleb asks with a playful smile.

"A little but it is what it is."

"Everything happens for a reason remember" he takes a deep breath and starts to stand up, "I for one am going to use this free time to do some yoga, would you like to join me?"

Before I can answer Sam says "unless you wanna come and do something fun with me instead?"