#wren 002

[ @wrenscrest ]

Chelsea watched as all her friends played in their volleyball game. A part of her wanted to join in, but another part of her knew that it was for the best that she stayed on the sidelines instead. She could be an alternate, alternate, alternate if they truly needed it but even then she could make up an excuse. No one needed to see Chelsea Reynolds’ ultimate competitive side. None the less, she had her white claw in tow as she was watching the ball sail to and fro over the net when wham, a spiked ball landed head first onto Wren’s face. Chelsea stood up immediately, shocked by how much blood was quickly running down his face. She made her way over to him to reach out for his hand and pull him towards her car, never once asking him if he wanted the help in the first place of course. “C’mere, just hold onto your nose here.” She showed him on her own nose, “I keep a first aid kit in the back of my car. I’ll get you fixed right up.”

Who: @wrxnxashby and Archie

The two were at it again, back at the rink, like they were nearly every day. Wren always showed up, always had a good attitude, and always wanted to get to the next level. But still, sometimes Derek wondered if he truly wanted it. He seemed to love his friendships outside of the team and this town even more than he did the game. On one hand, he could understand that. The town was pretty amazing so far and he couldn’t really talk because Tia had him questioning his whole life’s work as it was. But if they were going to keep putting the effort in, Derek wanted to know where his ambitions truly laid. “Alright, run it again Wren. That was good but you can do better. You wanna make it to the pros, this is what it’s going to take.”