Morning Show! [Frog]

Without waiting for a answer from the bystanders, the beat started playing, filling the whole stadium with joy and energy. The beauty of the youth, the happiness of being young. The song echoed, followed by the loud sound of claps and gracious landing on the floor, after countless acrobatics in the air. Any cheerleader team that lives up to their reputation is supposed to know how to put on a show, and sometimes it's such that their prominence reaches wider boundaries than the sports team they're supposed to cheer on! Of course, it wouldn't be different this time: Seven Stars Academy team was filled with gracious acrobats, gymnasts and artists that didn't leap in the air, pure and simply. They flew by, they floated, as ethereal as if they're part of the air themselves. Jumps, pirouettes, moves in sync that are as fast and strong as they were gracious and soft, a festival of color shades and energy brought by the enthusiastic girls (and one or two guys as well!). Among these girls, there was one pink-haired figure who was well-know for lifting up the audience's mood just by her very own presence.

Brittany. With so much comeliness and gracious stances, it was no wonder that an unwary viewer would think she was the team leader. The hints were all over the place: Brittany was often the girl in the front row, performing an unique dance full of hip shaking and arm waving while the others behind followed a different choreography, until the girl rejoined them only to be thrown into the air and perform one of the countless acrobatics. And, of course, the way she promptly yelled to the audience, mesmerized in their bleachers, after the perfect way her feet rejoined the ground by the song's ending.

"ARE! YOU! READYYYYYYYYY?", the girl pointed one of her pompoms to the crowd, locking her eyes to every single person watching the show, to which the reaction was a sonorous "YES!" followed by a standing ovation. Yes, Brittany knew better than anyone how to entice the people and bring them one hell of an entertainment time. But no, she was no leader. She was one of the regular members, perhaps the one who had the least time to practice, for whatever reasons, and a faulty attendance to the training schedules. However, the cheerleader staff knew how to capitalize on the fact that: 1) she was a new model in an ascending career, 2) she was a cute face, 3) she has her ways into triggering stares. And boy, didn't she do that. Upon the round of applause, the team bowed to accept the acknowledgment of their performance, and, waving to the crowd, they left the stadium with hurry, each one filled with a sensation of achievement. Brittany? The girl was the last one to leave, at calm steps. Too calm for someone who put so much will in her presentation...

Everything had happened precisely the way it should, leaving the girl with an intense feeling of satisfaction and achievement. Modesty aside, she rocked up there! Her team mates knew that, so did the crowd. Now it was time for the basketball team to do their job, now the cheerleader team had opened the gates (non-literally!) for them to put on a spectacle to the audience. That's the importance of a cheerleader team, and she takes it to her core. She may not attend to all training sessions, due to her own part-time job, but whenever she does, the girl makes sure to give her best, over 100%. The results of her efforts were visible in her body. She was sweating like all hell, dripping even, heart racing, heavy breathing, adrenaline pulsing in her veins. She loved it, she loved it so much more than modeling, she loved it pure and simple.

As she was walking to the gym's exit with her pompoms, the artifacts that helped her put on quite a show, she did notice there was someone waiting on the hallways with a cellphone in hands. Okay then. Brittany kept silent looking at him briefly, for a single fraction of a second but...there was something odd about her, about the way she smiled when she saw him that only someone close would notice. And even then, said person had to be quick, because this quirk in her lips soon changed its shape. In any event, it was just a boy, another one among hundreds, thousand students before something she didn't really expect to happen...happened.

Wilson girl considered herself a ready and steady girl, but she honestly had no immediate reaction to this. The guy pointed at her, a expression in his face close to an extreme degree of shock or surprise. Did he...? Did he really....? Now?? "Hi? Is there something on my face or were you waiting for me? I'm a bit in a hurry right now, but the answer is "tomorrow, at 8pm o'clock!" Don't leave me waiting♪" ~ Obviously, she was joking. At the end of the hallway, one of Brittany's team mates waved to her and made a sign for her to hurry, to which she replied raising her hand as if she meant for the girl to wait a little longer. Brittany was indeed in a hurry but she was not an impolite person as to just leave behind someone who'd like to talk to her. As long as he isn't a creepy, a weirdo or a stalker, of course. In that case...she'd make fun of him and try everything to embarrass any attempts of him to harass her. Like her own way of defending herself from those types. Gladly, it wasn't needed, the guy was not one of the listed, she knew. Even though they have never exchanged words, even though he didn't say one "a" to her as of now. "...did the cat bite your tongue or am I so stunning you have lost yourself, hm?" ~ And again, another playful remark followed by a well-humored giggle. Though, she couldn't deny she was a bit anxious to hear the answer. To hear what he of all people would respond to her simple question.

If at first Brittany found the boy's silence something that trigger her interest, a weird yet fun source of entertainment, now she was just feeling...weirded by his reaction. No, she wouldn't call him weird at all. Of all people, she definitely wouldn't do that to him. However... she wondered if he was having a collapse right in front of her. The guy was shaking, for God's sake! What's next, would he stagger? Is it what they call epilepsy? Oh damn, what should she do??

"Hey, are you alright...? Do you need something?" ~ She approached him kindly, delicate fingers placed on his wrist, precisely the wrist he insisted in pointing at her face. Of course she had an idea of why this guy was astonished, and she hoped it really wouldn't come to that. She truly hoped it wouldn't, because if one person she has only seen in one remote day in the past could easily identify her, it could only mean she's in danger. With some luck and optimism, she'd be wrong in her deductions. "If you're not feeling well, I can take you to the infirmary. Please, pleeeeeease, just don't collapse here, mmkay?", Brittany was really considering it to be an epilepsy episode and almost begging for this young man to not fall to the ground. Easygoing and carefree as she is, seeing such a scene and being powerless should it truly occur would indeed freak the girl out.

...o-kay? She blinked and tilted her head slightly to the side, not sure of what to think about his reaction. Or how to react. She should be relieved that he was not on the verge to collapse, right? And indeed she was. But at the same time, his response to her approach was far from the ideal. She was sure he had already noticed who she was...but the way he dismissed her did tell otherwise. What was his deal, at all? And why did he "shoo" her that way? "Gee, fine. But you were the one who pointed at me out of nowhere!", Brittany shrugged, about to head back to her cheerleader friends. One of them, a tall and rather muscular tanned guy, tapped the clock on his wrist as if he was reminding her at distance that time was against her schedule, and she, again, raised one hand (by that time, she put one of her two pompoms under her arm so he could sign him with a free hand) in a gesture that pretty much meant for him to wait a bit and learn some patience. Brittany was ready to reunite with them, she really was...until she heard something. A "thump" sound. When she looked back...she would find the boy on the ground, sit as if he had just fallen on his behind. Undoubtedly, a familiar scene. She had witnessed the same thing happening five years before, and now, both of them were older, taller...but universe seems to think some things cannot change at all. Realizing such made her laugh a bit under his breath, just for a short period of time so this guy wouldn't get worked up at her.

"Here, let me help you!", she said, putting her pompoms on the ground and kneeling right by his side. The first thing she did was pick his bag by one of its handles. The second thing was..touch his shoulder, carefully, almost as if she was touching a scared, cornered animal and trying to gain its trust. Well, in a sense, that's exactly what she was doing. "You just need to be a bit more careful, 'kay? Do you always stumble like that?", she was quite close face-to-face to this boy when she asked him, giggling playfully. There was something in the way she looked at him and smiled... Like she was nostalgic and concerned. Motherly concerned. Or perhaps it was a different type of concern...

Brittany was not the type to feel embarrassed. She was hard to disconcert, and rarely she would let herself be put in an awkward position. To anyone who dared to try, she'd work her ways out of it with her naturally great sense of humor, often resulting in a turn of events. At rare times, she'd let it get to her. And this time...was one of those rare times.

She didn't know how to act. Geez! She was not a teenager anymore. She wasn't thirteen years old, like the day when she first met him. They spent only one day together, prior to her adoption and consequently shift to only God knows where, but it never left her memories. And now...just now, she had met him. Here, of all places. Today, of all days.

"...", Brittany smiled, like the old "Brit" would. A bit of a restrained smile, not like her usual bright cheerful self... More like her thirteen year old self. "That's...the most creative flirting line I've ever received", she chuckled, fixing one hair strand (and placing behind her ear) that insisted on going over her sight in such moment. Her eyes went back and forth, to his face to the face of his impatient friends at distance, then back to the opposite direction that led to the gym's entrance... Geez, that's not how they were supposed to reunite, was it? Not...this awkward! "Soooo, hmmm, are you waiting for someone or...?" What else was there to say in this moment to not make it even more disconcerting? Should they make comments referring to how much each of them had grown in the past five years or what? Brittany used to think she was ready for everything and everyone. Reality just played a prank on her and proved otherwise.

Brittany rubbed one of her elbows with the opposite free hand, finally letting go of the boy's bag and completely ignoring the pompoms she had put at the floor. Almost as if they didn't matter right now, as if the friends occasionally yelling her name at the other hallway's extremity didn't matter as well. She has already stated for them to wait a bit, if they still wanted to be impatient, that's their fault, not hers. As for Frogerio's friend's height... "...seriously? That's, like, anyone from the basketball team, you silly!", she answered, laughing under her breath. "This is not really that good of a place for you to wait for him; when the game ends, they'll, like, come at full speed like a buffalo herd, running over everyone who stays in their way. You know how these sports guys have no manners and delicacy whatsoever!" It was pretty much a trend between them. Sports men were rude to all hell, that's no news to anyone. "Besides, the game has just started anyway, so, like, you won't be talking to him anytime soon. I know, my team and I have just finished the opening act for the games. Have you seen it?" She was prepared for a "no". Frogerio didn't strike her as the type who would be interested in a sports act...or anything related to sports at all. Still, it wouldn't hurt asking; what if he watched her presentation and enjoyed it? The girl wouldn't know if she didn't ask directly to him, right? And she sort of wanted him to say "yes".

So, he liked it? Yes, he liked it! That's what "it drove my attention" meant, right? Brittany felt like squealing and jumping all over the hallways. It really meant a lot for her that he enjoyed the little opening act she had part in. His following surprise, however, startled her. Didn't he know the morning schedule? "Well, no? We, the cheerleaders, did an opening act for the games that will follow. It's a trend, like we always do.", she answered, frowning a bit with a half-smile. "Awww, are you disappointed? Don't be! Next time there's another game, I'll be sure to let you know and put another spectacle for you!" She winked to him and clapped her hands once. She sort of wanted to offer her company to him in the meantime, if only she didn't have a tight schedule planned for the rest of the day...

Oh? She looked back to the small crowd waiting for her, some doing aggressive gestures and yelling indicating for her to hurry with whatever she was doing with the nerd. "Oh geez, can't they wait a little bit?", she rolled her eyes and returned to face Frogerio, this time with a less upset expression, but a more cheerful one. "Alrighty, we have a deal, don't forget it or I'll chase you down!" She pointed her finger at him but of course it was a playful jest; her wink said so. If right after the presentation Brittany exit the gym space at calm steps, right now she hastened up her pace to reach her friends quicker. It was nice to have friends desiring your company, she shouldn't leave them waiting, and she knew that. But...it's not everyday she get to reunite with someone who was, in a degree, special to her. They would have to understand why she was walking on sunshine.

..so much that she even forgot her pompoms way behind her, on the floor. "Oh geez, wait a bit, I'll totally be right back, don't be mad!", she said, with an apologetic look on face, running back to Frogerio's spot, as quick as she was to leave him behind she was to get again to him. Lucky her, she wasn't able to see the angry face of her comrades right now. "Hey. I forgot my pompoms here, don't mind me!", the girl said, promptly kneeling on the ground to pick the pair...but she wouldn't stand up immediately. Of course she did it, but not like a rocket, like the constant boom of energy she was. And as the girl did so, her hazel followed, watching. What were they watching? The one she had spent the last few minutes talking to, regardless of how brief their time together was. Frogerio... She had seen him occasionally here and there at school, but to actually talk to him, now of all times... Is that fate? A smile opened up, slowly, whether she realized it or not. He had changed a lot. He was taller now, his hair had grown as well...and yet she felt like he has not changed at all. Like time rewinded itself. "...bye...Frog Prince..." ~ And before she noticed, Brittany was giggling like a child upon her own realizations, and her own internal joke. She still remembered it, and hoped Frogerio would remember it too. As fast as she came, she left, not saying much more than a simple good-bye. They would be able to catch up one way or another, and meet again. After all, he gave her his word.