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A heavy sigh escaped those parted lips , a hand tugging through his hair as the sunglasses blocked the sunny gaze from the spring sun. The courtyard , exceptionally busy that day from the welcoming weather and the environment filled with anticipation of summer. The one final that stressed Brooklyn the previous weeks now lifted off his shoulders , his thoughts marinated with the questions he double guessed on. Moving instinctively throughout the yard , his eyes didn’t allow him to concentrate on anything else until he noticed her sitting alone under the tree. He couldn’t help himself.

Managing his way towards the tree , he pretended to look around her. “Excuse me miss?” He asked to get her attention. “But I lost something here , can you help look for it?” Again he pretended to look around her before bending a knee in front of her. “I think you actually took it , its my heart.” A bright smile peered on his lips as he offered his hand. “Brooklyn.”

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Sara was in her usual spot under the tree, doodling in her notebook. She hadn’t seen the boy until he spoke. She smiled at him and nodded. “I’m yeah sure. What was it?” She asked before he knelt down in front of her. She smiled and laughed a bit, looking down so her hair covered her blushing cheeks. “Oh wow. Well I’m Sara.” She said and took his hand, shaking it. “Gotta say, I’ve never heard that one before. It’s quite good.”

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“Easy to figure out something with such a pretty girl like you.” Brooklyn responded , shaking her hand before moving himself next to her. The sunglasses folding into his neck collar. Peering at her notebook , he continued his smile. “You don’t have to write down all this cryptic codes for my number , you can just ask.” He teased. “ How were your finals?”

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Sara smiled and let out a slight laugh. “Well thank you.” She said and shook her head. She wasn’t used to compliments from boys. “Well they’re doodles not cryptic codes but you have to earn my number first.” She said and smiled, she always enjoyed making boys work for it. “They were alright. I just hope I didn’t bomb them.”

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“you mind?” He asked , an excuse to get closer to her as he brushed his shoulders against hers , looking down at her drawings. “ You got a lot of talent , are you a art major?” He asked before looking back up to her. “Fair enough but you have to promise me after I get your number youre not going to ask me to marry you on our first date.” He jabbed back playfully. “ Im sure you did ok , with your looks I don’t know what professor would fail you.”

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A heavy sigh escaped those parted lips , a hand tugging through his hair as the sunglasses blocked the sunny gaze from the spring sun. The courtyard , exceptionally busy that day from the welcoming weather and the environment filled with anticipation of summer. The one final that stressed Brooklyn the previous weeks now lifted off his shoulders , his thoughts marinated with the questions he double guessed on. Moving instinctively throughout the yard , his eyes didn’t allow him to concentrate on anything else until he noticed her sitting alone under the tree. He couldn’t help himself.

Managing his way towards the tree , he pretended to look around her. “Excuse me miss?” He asked to get her attention. “But I lost something here , can you help look for it?” Again he pretended to look around her before bending a knee in front of her. “I think you actually took it , its my heart.” A bright smile peered on his lips as he offered his hand. “Brooklyn.”

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Sara was in her usual spot under the tree, doodling in her notebook. She hadn’t seen the boy until he spoke. She smiled at him and nodded. “I’m yeah sure. What was it?” She asked before he knelt down in front of her. She smiled and laughed a bit, looking down so her hair covered her blushing cheeks. “Oh wow. Well I’m Sara.” She said and took his hand, shaking it. “Gotta say, I’ve never heard that one before. It’s quite good.”

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“Easy to figure out something with such a pretty girl like you.” Brooklyn responded , shaking her hand before moving himself next to her. The sunglasses folding into his neck collar. Peering at her notebook , he continued his smile. “You don’t have to write down all this cryptic codes for my number , you can just ask.” He teased. “ How were your finals?”

A heavy sigh escaped those parted lips , a hand tugging through his hair as the sunglasses blocked the sunny gaze from the spring sun. The courtyard , exceptionally busy that day from the welcoming weather and the environment filled with anticipation of summer. The one final that stressed Brooklyn the previous weeks now lifted off his shoulders , his thoughts marinated with the questions he double guessed on. Moving instinctively throughout the yard , his eyes didn't allow him to concentrate on anything else until he noticed her sitting alone under the tree. He couldn’t help himself.

Managing his way towards the tree , he pretended to look around her. “Excuse me miss?” He asked to get her attention. “But I lost something here , can you help look for it?” Again he pretended to look around her before bending a knee in front of her. “I think you actually took it , its my heart.” A bright smile peered on his lips as he offered his hand. “Brooklyn.”

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“Can I show you a few things?”

Brooklyn stared into the body length mirror , the black bowtie and black tux hugged his athletic body. Shooting his cuffs , he stared at the silver strapped band around his wrist for the time , his brown orbs looked back up at the mirror for a final check through before he manage to head out the door.

The annual football ceremony , a black tie affair dedicated to funding the school and for the alumni to flaunt their wealth. As quarterback , Brooklyn was expected to be there and his excitement for the event was low but his anticipation evolved as she agreed to be his date.

He needed a date who he could proudly show off , be competent in a professional setting , and most importantly, someone he could have fun with. It just happens , he had a friend who qualified for all those roles.

Knock.Knock.

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she was just finishing up getting ready, waiting for her mascara to dry before making the final touches on her makeup. she had on a black dress with sheer sleeves and cutouts at her waist, along with matching black heels. she loved getting dressed up, so she never passed up an opportunity to do so.

just as she was putting on her liquid lipstick and spraying down her makeup with setting spray, she heard the knock at her door, jogging over to open in and smiling towards brooklyn. “well hello handsome.” she grinned, nudging his arm. “you look great!” she added, leaving the door open as she took a few steps toward the nearby desk where she had left her handbag, grabbing it and double checking she had everything she needed. “ready to go?” she asked, smiling gently.

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What could he say? The girl dolled up nicely and he could appreciate the effort she went through for him. It was also odd , Brooklyn would naturally flirt with such a beauty in front of him , a fly to a beaming light but she was different. A friend with a unclear line.

Brooklyn lips refused to stay still as it grew upwards. “Hey beautiful.” A nod as her question before they exited her apartment , allowing her to exit first before he followed. Offering his arm , he escorted the girl to the elevator and headed to the campus courtyard on their way to the auditorium. “Looking super classy tonight I must say.” He then created the small conversation as he begin to see other ‘couples’ begin to form around them , walking to the same destination.

“And before I forget , I appreciate you accompany me to this. These things could be such a drag sometimes.” The comment holding truth behind it. It would be awards giving out and speeches by rich alum who want to brag about their contribution to the school. “How’ve you been?”

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A nod followed with the firm handshake that were exchanged. Upon hearing Lucas major , he smiled , admiring people who chased something out of the ordinary. A laugh also followed with his written motto , which seemed staged but asking about each other major was the regular norm. “I can admire that. Its a struggling market out there for your major and taking a chance is commendable.”

Brooklyn now felt a bit silly as his major was the polar opposite. “Political science. Sterotypical young man trying to make his parents happy.” He replied. “Its funny you’re an art major because I feel like people who think outside the box are the ones we need in office.”Brooklyn felt like this was as most of kids in his class were stuck up and overconfident , himself included but he still respected everyones will to be educated. “What do you aspire to be? Because I still can’t paint inside the lines.” He joked.

Political science. It was interesting. Lucas had always hoped that he was good enough to have the time and interest to study something like that. But honestly, he didn’t. Everything that didn’t include paint wasn’t his thing. Even now he was struggling whit his art history essay that was due to tomorrow. Lucas chuckled when Brooklyn said that he couldn’t paint inside the lines.

“You should try those color by numbers books, it could be great for practicing” He grinned. He felt the thing about making his parent happy. To be honest Lucas felt like he was doing the exact opposite. Of course his family was happy about him studying, but his dad hated that he was doing this “artsy stuff” instead of “real things”.

“I don’t really know. Be an illustrator, full time. Maybe? I don’t know if that’s realistic though, so at the moment I’m just studying.” And you?” He asked.

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Brooklyn wasn’t smart nor was he that type of intellect to create a new renaissance. Political science was a major with ambitions of creating a lifestyle that catered to a lifestyle of financial success. The ambition that he could relate with current politicians was his charisma with words. The way to socialize and persuade others into his belief with the combination of confidence was one of his traits. An example of this would be the man currently running the country. Although he wanted nothing more then to impeach him.

“ That would be a good start.” He responded to the young man in front of him. “Confidence is a trait we all need to build up , I'm sure one day you will achieve this. What kind of illustrator?” Brooklyn questioned. “ Like a comic illustrator or one of those Pixar guys?.” Brooklyns ignorance in the subject was shown.

His own shrug followed as Lucas asked him. “ Maybe law? Maybe go into office? Become a Leslie Knopp from parks and rec?” He let out a chuckle. “ Ever seen the show?”

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Stereotyped was a definition Brooklyn was used too. He also lived up to to that personality on the field. The passion he showed on the field was expressed physically that caused people to judge his character. A double edged sword as he showed his jubilant animation but also his frustration when things didn’t go his way. “We all have bit of diva in us.”

“Fair play.” He commented about Tom Brady. Brooklyn now tried to define the girl in front of him as she continued to speak , surprised by her lack of confidence for such a cute girl. It could also be subtle hints that his flirtation would go on deaf ears. He decided to play detective and investigate her comments. “Is that a low-key way of telling me you have a boyfriend?” The notorious voices of his flirtatious reputation maybe adjusting her judgement about him. “Or is that the actress coming out of you because isn’t improving one of the qualities of being a great actress?”

Again , Brooklyn nodded and listened contently at her description about classes, the eyebrow raising as she lingered , picking up the clue she wanted to speak more about her major. “Well , elaborate. It seems like you’re going through the fundamentals of theatre but I figured , sorry for the stereotype , that you would be doing broadway and applying to be on TV.” Brooklyn hips now leaning against one of the washer to understand her more comfortably. “The sitting down and reading context can be tedious but understanding the universal consensus of harmony makes it worth it. Its interesting learning the curiosity and individualistic of the human mind.”

“True,” Delaney agreed, she knew better than anyone. When it came to swim team, she was harsh on herself, and could throw tantrums is she was doing badly. Though her’s were very much internalised. “But when your known around campus that can easily be magnified.” She checked how long her machine had left on it, there was a while left. “People love a good gossip.”

”Complicated was the definition of her love life, technically she was single, but she was invested in someone. Even if it didn’t seem as if it could ever come to fruition, her feelings were in that direction. Slightly taken back by not his question, but by the her answer. She’d not been asked it while in her current situation, and while it meant so much, there was no label to tell. “I-I don’t-I’m not seeing anyone…” She shook her head, unable to delve further into talking about it. “No, no acting. Just the truth.”

“I mean, in an ideal world maybe I would have been interested in that side of the arts, but it’s just not realistic. At least for me.” Delaney told him, it wasn’t often that she got to explain this. Usually it was enough to say that sport was her priority, but there was always the part of her that had a real love for the idea of pursuing theatre. “Swimming championships, with coaching, that’s realistic.” She said. “That was really…Thought provoking.” She was impressed, though she should know that with his major he had to be intelligent. “I’m just someone that when it comes to theatre, my instinct has always served me best.”

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Again , her words expressed curiosity on his facial features. Brooklyn had a solid assumption of what tall tales acclaimed his ‘fame’. It was kind of her to paint a hazy picture of his character , only choosing the correct brushes to stroke the perfect lines when she got the right color upon her own judgement. "Guess I should be careful about my behavior around you then.” His words holding a bit of truth but continuing , unable to keep the shade she threw at him solely to himself. “Don’t want to ruin that good reputation of yours.. Miss Matthews.”Her name and demeanor now bringing flashes of memories about wholesome girl who was unattainable. He wasn’t the only one with a reputation.

The stutter and his ability to read girls if they were single or not made his conclusion sensible once she spoke described her current ‘status’. It was also easy when the girl had a terrible poker face. A small laugh escaped his lips as he nodded , his lips pouting up in a sarcastic manner partnered with a nod. “If we ever played poker , I would’ve emptied your college fund.” Brooklyn replied , allowing her to know he was suspicious about her answer but only wanting her to express her romantic life in continuance at her will. “But I appreciate you not using your Oscar performance on me either.” Brooklyn had to add, hoping to explore his curiosity about this girl further with her intent of continuing to be honest with him.

Her words took him by complete surprise. “A realist who wants to pursue aspiration in a fantasy setting.” Brooklyn replied. “ The irony is real isn’t it?” He now smiled to show her that his judgement wasn’t just a judgement at all but a true admiration of her connection to the real world. It also made him question her ambition , however. “ I’m guessing just like me , you’ve been in that sport your whole life. Your instinct on when to speed up or conserve your energy allow you to win those races and create who you are today. I’m sure those intuition and impulses built your character as well but those instincts should evolve and with evolution it comes with different goals. Why not allow those instincts to nudge the outside waters a bit using floaties , then gradually life vest , then soon enough you’ll reach your goal with no help but just confidence , just like states.” He continued to look at her . “Sorry , I’m a quarterback , i’m use to having halftime rally speeches.”