Rip - open tag

[Sammy Wilder]

Sammy was not comfortable.

She knew she shouldn't have waited till the last minute to wash her clothes. Now, she had nothing to wear and her pants were riding up her butt and she was just very. Uncomfortable.

It was going well though, despite her feeling the constant wedgie feeling. In the morning, after dumping everything into the washer (separating colours and whites? No, Sammy had no time for that) she went about her business with no problems. And then afternoon rolled around, she was even jumping around with her wedgie and everything was fine.

It was when she went into training field that things took a turn for the embarrassing. She was playing around with her fire energy when her shoe caught on fire again. She bent down to pat it off when she heard a rip from the back.

"No..." she squealed and her hand went to the back of her pants and bit her lip when she felt the hole. Oh God, I hope nobody saw that!

[Matías Ré]

If somebody asked him, Mat was definitely practicing soccer. Why else would he be carrying a soccer ball in the fields if not for that? Definitely not to make it look like he was training while in fact he was doing less than savory activities. All in all, he was most definitely not staring at the pyrokinetic blonde that was playing with her power. He was definitely not admiring her hair flow from left to right and her hips sway with her movements. Even though he was mumbling something, he was clearly not practicing what to say if he ever got the courage to talk to her.

When her shoe caught on fire, he definitely did not notice, even though he jumped in surprise, and then fear of being caught. In one quick movement, he turned slightly away and started playing with his soccer ball, as to make it more obvious that he was not staring at the blonde pyrokinetic, and that he was definitely not still looking at how she solved her fiery problem from the corner of his eye.

And when her pant ripped, he did not notice. He definitely did not see her underwear and the twitch in his leg that accidentally sent his ball flying away was entirely unrelated to the incident. What was sure, though, was that the ball was now falling a couple of meters away from her, and that the clear "thumb!' sound that it made as it hit the ground was going to grab her attention.

"Play it cool, play it cool," he said to himself as he started to awkwardly walk towards his ball, his eyes fixated at a point in the distance away from the girl, and his arms and legs as stiff as they could, looking like anything but natural or cool.

[Sammy Wilder]

Hearing a thump behind her, Sammy quickly whirled around to find a boy hurrying over to his ball that seemed to have rolled away. She was stuck. Where could she go? The hole was big enough that even if she were to cover it while she ran, the boy would still see her commando going self. Oh God, what if he had already seen everything.

Why did she have to be so lazy?

Breathing in deeply, she cleared her throat and waved the boy over.

"H...hi. Um...could you maybe...help me with um...could you help me?" she breathed out, still clutching her back, with both hands now.

[Matías Ré]

The blonde's first words went totally over Mat's head. Not because he hadn't heard them, but because he had been pretty much hallucinating for half an hour about actually talking to this girl, that he dismissed the words as his brain once again imagining the unlikely scenario of her acknowledging his existence.

When she kept talking though, he realized it was her actually talking and not just something in his brain. The boy's first reaction was to look around. She simply had to be talking to somebody else, but she wasn't. There was nobody else in hearing distance around them. It had to be him. He refused the truth, though, and fixated his eyes far away again.

But what if it was to him that she was talking and now he was ignoring her? The boy frowned. That would be rude and he didn't want to look rude, not to such a pretty girl, so his eyes darted to hers and now it was undeniable that she was talking to him. No... he couldn't quite believe it.

"Me?" he asked, his right index pointing at himself. The next step he took sent him towards the ground, face first, thanks to the ball he had forgotten, for a second, that he was trying to walk to and pick up. He immediately stood up for the ground, rubbed his face and chest to clean himself and tried his very best to look cool and if nothing had happened. "I'm ok, I'm ok," he said. "What do you need, erm... help with?"

[Sammy Wilder]

Sammy almost sobbed a little when the boy didn't even acknowledge her plea for help. She tried looking around for something to cover her back with but couldn't find anything. Pouting, Sammy slowly backed away from the boy, making sure her back was nowhere in his view.

Until he actually turned around and acknowledged her. The pyrokinetic froze before the ball beside her popped into flames. Squeaking, Sammy jumped straight into the boy's direction, hitting him considerably hard right in the middle.

She didn't even realise he had just recovered from a fall.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

[Matías Ré]

It was kind of hard for Mat to react to the fact that his ball had just gotten on fire when instants later he was being hit right in the gut. Thanks to momentum, he was sent backwards, and thanks to seventeen years of being rather clumsy, he tripped on himself and once again, intimately met the ground. At least this time, it was butt first, back second and head third.

"It's ok," the boy said as soon as he regained voice, still in the floor with a pain expression in his face. He then, calmly, sat down and look at his soccer ball, still on fire, in the ground. With the same pain expression, he said in a sad tone: "That ball was signed by Maradona." He sighed and continued, "one of a kind."

[Sammy Wilder]

Sammy quickly rolled off the boy, biting her lower lip as she inspected him, her pants temporarily forgotten. "Oh gosh I am so sorry. I didn't mean to...your ball!" She squeaked and turned to his flaming ball. Concentrating on putting the fire out, Sammy only managed to make the fire even bigger.

"Oh no!" She wailed before quickly crawling over to the ball and patting the fire away. Her ability gave her partial immunity to the fire so soon enough, she was starting to feel the effect but thankfully most of the fire was out. The ball didn't survive though, despite her best efforts.

Blowing down at her reddened hands, she sat on her legs in defeat with her lips pursed.

"I'm really sorry..."

[Matías Ré]

While trying to get up, Mat held his stomach where it hurt with his hand. It made the pain weaker as he stood in his two feet. It pained much more to see the girl attempt to save his soccer ball from permanent damage. It wasn't usual of him to be non other than a positivist, but it could be argued that having been physically assaulted (even if accidentally) and watching one of his most precious possessions burn could easily change the boy's perspective momentarily.

"It's... ok," he said once again after regaining composure. "I know how it goes, it wasn't your fault," he sighed. "I know better than taking that ball out to practice in a place where people catching on fire is a normal thing."

[Sammy Wilder]

Sammy could see the pain in the boy's exterior and she felt doubly bad that she had caused it. Her lower lip quivered as she rubbed at her eyes stubbornly so the tears wouldn't start to flow. "Um...I can...uh...I'll pay back for the ball." She said quietly, tugging down the shirt she was wearing so the tear in her pants wouldn't be too obvious.

She should have brought a jacket with her, why didn't she bring a jacket with her? It wouldn't have caused her any trouble, the boy wouldn't be in pain and would have still had his ball.

She really shouldn't have postpone laundry day.

"Um, I'm sorry." She lifted her shoulders slightly and backed away to the door to escape the humiliation and guilt she was feeling about her pants and the ball.