Title: Doubt
Prompt: Basketball
Word count: 300
Rating: G (sometimes i surprise even myself)



He loped down the half court, the ball a steady beat beneath his hand. He didn't want to think, didn't want to know, just wanted to yell and scream and be anything other than what he was. His palm ached with the monotony of his movements, reminded him of calluses finally gone. His legs screamed. Heat seared through him and told him he should be grateful, not a whiny little bitch. He jumped up for a basket, growled as the pain reverberated from his heels to his hips.

His breath threatened to explode his lungs. Sweat burned his eyes, dried his lips. He couldn't stop. Down the court, back again. Down and back. Shoot. He missed. Again. Missed. His knees wobbled on the last jump shot. He knew he should stop, knew people would be disappointed, knew he'd hear lectures if anyone even noticed. Fuck it. He landed the next two.

The one person he wanted, needed, wasn't here. He'd fucked off to Europe for a class. What professor was retarded enough to take a class away now. Salt froze on his skin as he panicked. What if that wasn't true? The ball fell from his hands, bounced until it was rolling and eventually stilled on the floor. What professor was that dumb? A trip like this - even with a valid reason - was going to screw up any student's grades big time.

He fumbled over to his gym bag, rummaged around until he found his cell. Was it too late to call? Hell. He frowned. A text message? When had he received it? How had he missed it?

Miss U. Love U. 2 days = 2 long. Love U til I M stupid. Plz call.

Luke breathed for the first time in days. Noah would be home soon.
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