C. PARKER
there’s an underlining smirk, squinting under the sun and the heat that would eventually fade with a setting sun. he’ll press his palms flat against the bench, outstretched his legs, and keeping his focus on the field. “not to be like, a dick,” parker starts, picking his help up from the ground, and setting it next to him instead. “but we all kinda’ said that—” that is until you met one of these girls, the kind that made you want to change your mind. that was the thing about parker, he never had trouble feeling, if anything, he felt too much, too often. “believe it or not, distractions are going to hit you like a fucking freight train.” and he’d never quite lived and breathed football like the rest of these guys, not when he had so much shit to worry about growing up. football, just happened to be his ticket out. so you’d think, he’d have a smarter head on about the sport– still, when they were on the field, he was focused, anything else? he might actually lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his body. “can’t keep blinders on forever man.” standing to his feet, he’ll slap casey on the back of his shoulder. “besides, you need to get fucking laid.”
“ guess we just ain’t know each other well enough yet.” he said breezily, because really casey could keep blinders on forever. not that he’d view it quite so negatively. growing up in the podunk texas heat tended to do that to you — make you ensure you’ve got your ticket out of it someday. as parker would learn sooner rather than later, casey really was that high strung. for better or for worse.
he draws himself to a stand as the remainder of the team starts to trickle in. a crack of his neck, a quick stretch of his arms, and they’re making their way down the bleachers to begin the actual warmups. “but let’s go back to that uh — ‘ meet a girl that’ll make you change your mind business -” he said, an easy grin flashing his features. “you got a girlfriend?”
