one on one - natalie + timothy
Natalie tugged on her gym wear, shaking out her shorts to discard the pair of leg warmers that were tangled in her mass of clothes. She'd disassembled her closet in an attempt to rearranged in a neater fashion, in an effort to do something more productive. She'd made do of the time zone change, but she had been feeling a bit homesick, and her multitude of tees and jeans had kept her occupied for an hour or two of her afternoon before she went out for a walk around campus. She'd still been cautious not to stray too far away and potentially lose her direction; thankfully, there seemed to be an endless stream of students, a crowd or just a few, that seemed to be lingering around between classes.
As another attempt to bat away the nostalgia toward the home she'd left, she had agreed to join Timothy for a soccer game down at the campus field. He had been among one of the first people she'd met since her arrival, and as he was bold and confident, it was a definite change from the in between boy and man stage that the guys in Texas seemed eternally suspended in. Her brother would argue it was because she always such an "old lady." Her parents would call it maturity. She slipped into her Nikes, a typical man gift her brother had presented her before she left. She would have to tell him that she had put them to good use already.
Crossing her room to her dresser, she pulled her hair back and briefly glanced at her reflection. The weather dropped to cooler temperatures in the night, she'd noticed, so she'd opted for a long sleeved tee instead of short for her mother's sake, although her sleeves were already cuffed loosely at her elbows. With a satisfied smile, she left her room with only her keys and a bottle of water.
She'd noticed the soccer field when she'd came across it the few times she headed to her classes that way. The ingenuity of the grass had been unquestionable to her right off the bat; growing up around vast fields of endless green had taught her that much, but apparently Timothy had little experience in the area. She entertained the memory in her mind as she reached the expanse of Easton's own soccer field. Her eyes searched the area, lit brightly by the large lamps stationed along the sides. Noticing no sign of the boy, she set her bottle and keys near the closets goal, stretching as she assessed her surroundings.
