Miya took her own swig of water, wiped off her mouth, and gathered in the growing huddle of teammates before practice officially started. The coach walked in shortly, explained the day’s itinerary, and got the drills going. That particular day, the team focused more on digging and receiving monster serves and hits. At the end of practice — where they gathered together once more — Miya grabbed the towel near her water bottle, promptly burying her face in it before stuffing it in her bag. Her breath was still a bit hitched from being pushed as she poured the rest of her water down her throat. From there, she threw on her jacket, not bothering to put her joggers on despite the windchill. Bag slung over her shoulder, Miya stood near Kyran and waited for him to finish putting his things away.
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Upon conclusion of volleyball practice, Kyran wiped his face with a towel and stuffed it into his backpack along with his pads and jacket. Despite the weather, he--wearing only a short sleeve shirt and shorts--walked outside with Miya as the two exited the campus. As they walked, Kyran slowly and subtly reached out and gently took hold of his girlfriend's hand. Although his demeanor might have seemed calm, his mind rambled with paranoid thoughts. This works too, right? This is normal? I hope so. While he continued to overthink his actions and walk, Kyran calmly looked out into the sky and watched as his breath fogged up in the chilly air.
As they made their way, an occasional soft squeeze of the hand was initiated by Miya, who did so when she agreed on something their small talk was about. A moment of silence passed as they walked before Miya asked, “You’re not even a little bit cold? Like, in the slightest?” A dash of concern was weaved through her words, even though she herself was merely wearing a jacket and her volleyball shorts. “I don’t want you to get sick,” she said calmly, looking at him from the corner of her eye. Her cheeks were rosy from the bite of the air, but also because she was hand in hand with the only person she’d ever felt such affection for. Her other hand was shoved in her coat pocket with her bag hanging from her shoulder.
Kyran shrugged as he walked, internally relieved as his anxiety was dispelled upon feeling the soft grasp of Miya's hand once in a while. "Not really. I always preferred more chilly weather in the winter than the summer." He used his free hand to run it through his hair as he exhaled a sigh, watching his breath fog up in the air. After a few moments of silence, Kyran remarked, "Good job during practice today. You've been doing really well lately." As he let out the compliment, Miya's all too familiar house slowly came into view, and the teen waited for a response as the two began to conclude their walk together.
Miya sank her head down into the collar of her jacket slightly. Concealed under the fabric, a small smile was on her face before she cleared her throat and said, “Thanks. I can only hit well, though, because of your setting.” A twinge of remorse sparked through her as they strolled up her front stairs. Miya dropped her hand from Kyran’s, warmly wrapping both of her arms around him. Though she hadn’t felt any bite from the air during the previous trek, she now felt frigid as she pulled away, instantly yearning for more warmth. She stood on her toes, quickly kissing him on the cheek, a smile on her rosy face. “Bye. Text me when you get home,” Miya said with a tiny wave, then stepping inside of her house. Inside it was cozy, but couldn’t compare to the comfort that Miya felt from the mere six seconds of contact between her and
Kyran.
Miya was quick to wrap up her evening with a shower, finishing a minimal amount of homework, and checking her phone for Kyran’s text — all before she slipped into bed and dozed off.
Kyran.
Miya was quick to wrap up her evening with a shower, finishing a minimal amount of homework, and checking her phone for Kyran’s text — all before she slipped into bed and dozed off.
Kyran nodded, a faint smile also touching his lips as he returned the embrace. Seeing to it that Miya had finally entered her home, the teen then began his walk home. It took upon five minutes, and once he arrived, Kyran's text of confirmation arrived with no problems to Miya's phone. After finishing off any homework left unfinished during class, Kyran scrolled through social media while fixing and eating dinner. Once his food was finished, he began his workout regimen and took a cold shower afterward despite the weather outside. Changing into a short sleeved shirt and sweatpants, the teen finally collapsed onto his bed and turned off the lights in his room before slowly drifting off to sleep.
A few days had passed, and the announcement of a short trip for honors students was made — and model students like Kyran and Miya had no problem fitting into this group. The trip stretched over a few days, and was reminiscent of a camping trip. All in all, it felt more like a small treat or reward to the students involved.
On Monday morning, Miya begrudgingly slipped from her warm, comforting bed and double checked that she had all of the necessary materials for the next couple days. Then, she tidied up her appearance in a uniform-esque outfit with a jacket thrown on top. From there, she had a meek breakfast and head off to school, where buses were awaiting for the group. Miya climbed in, claiming a seat far in the rear of the bus, and shoved her bag under the seat ahead of her, sitting down and cozying up.
On Monday morning, Miya begrudgingly slipped from her warm, comforting bed and double checked that she had all of the necessary materials for the next couple days. Then, she tidied up her appearance in a uniform-esque outfit with a jacket thrown on top. From there, she had a meek breakfast and head off to school, where buses were awaiting for the group. Miya climbed in, claiming a seat far in the rear of the bus, and shoved her bag under the seat ahead of her, sitting down and cozying up.
Kyran woke up as well, slipping on a white long-sleeved shirt and black sweatpants, finishing the outfit with a light grey jacket. He quickly fried an egg and mixed it with rice, soy sauce, and dried seaweed, finishing his breakfast as promptly as he had made it. Slinging an athletic bag packed with necessities for the trip over his back, Kyran made his way to the school, where a few buses were parked in front of the campus. Loading his stuff onto a small trailer, the teen stepped into a bus and spotted Miya in a seat in the back, making his way to her. Ruffling her hair before planting a kiss on her head, he sat down next to her and leaned back in the chair. "This whole trip seems rather unnecessary, but if it's an opportunity to get away from school assignments and projects, I'm not complaining."
Miya let out a “mhm” from her lips in agreement with Kyran, quickly leaning her head on his shoulder and sighing. “The posse of girls aren’t on this trip though,” Miya said, nuzzling her cheek against him for a second before comfortably sinking in her seat. “Though, there’s been a great drop in petulance from them since everything started. It’s very on-brand that their interests dropped when we actually sealed the deal.” She exhaled quietly before closing her eyes, feeling the bus rumble greatly for a moment before it slowly began steadily driving ahead. The destination was a couple of hours away, giving the students a good chance to relax, which is exactly what Miya was doing as she drifted off in a matter of minutes.
Kyran nodded in agreement, and as Miya leaned against him, he felt a warmth stirring in him that couldn't be well put into words. Stifling a soft chuckle, the teen smiled to himself as he stared out the window, Miya dozing off on his shoulder.
The buses finally arrived at the campsite, and Kyran, having fallen asleep with his head against the back of the seat, woke up upon arrival, softly waking his partner from her own slumber with a gentle squeeze of her hand. The two made their way out of the buses to the meeting area, where the teachers selected to be the chaperones for the trip instructed the students to find the dwelling area where they would pitch their tents. Kyran kicked himself out of his drowsy daze and went with the other honor roll students to the aforementioned area, taking out his folded tent supplies from his bag. He wasn't sure about what Miya would do for her own lodging, but if she needed a place to sleep, Kyran would be more than happy to offer his space. Laying out a sleeping bag and a pillow on the floor, the teen then put the rest of his things in a corner of the tent before making his way to the assigned rendezvous area, where the teachers gave a brief orientation including an explanation about how to perform mundane tasks in regards to personal hygiene like brushing teeth or taking showers. Afterwards, the students were split up into two teams-- to Kyran's disappointment, he had not been placed with Miya-- and various sports events were set up, like volleyball, soccer, kickball, and more.
The buses finally arrived at the campsite, and Kyran, having fallen asleep with his head against the back of the seat, woke up upon arrival, softly waking his partner from her own slumber with a gentle squeeze of her hand. The two made their way out of the buses to the meeting area, where the teachers selected to be the chaperones for the trip instructed the students to find the dwelling area where they would pitch their tents. Kyran kicked himself out of his drowsy daze and went with the other honor roll students to the aforementioned area, taking out his folded tent supplies from his bag. He wasn't sure about what Miya would do for her own lodging, but if she needed a place to sleep, Kyran would be more than happy to offer his space. Laying out a sleeping bag and a pillow on the floor, the teen then put the rest of his things in a corner of the tent before making his way to the assigned rendezvous area, where the teachers gave a brief orientation including an explanation about how to perform mundane tasks in regards to personal hygiene like brushing teeth or taking showers. Afterwards, the students were split up into two teams-- to Kyran's disappointment, he had not been placed with Miya-- and various sports events were set up, like volleyball, soccer, kickball, and more.
A girl a bit older than Miya had offered that they share a tent together, and on accepting the invitation, Miya helped her pitch the tent and fully set it up. Inside, she laid out her sleeping bag and a blanket, as well as a couple of pillows. The two had agreed to set up a small space heater in the middle of their tent, too. Then, they head off to their respective groups for the day’s activities.
A cool breeze was picked up on the air as the students scattered around the baseball field for the game of kickball. After a quick change into leggings and a long sleeved shirt, Miya jogged out to the field, brushing past Kyran with a smile. “Think anyone’ll notice if we just play on the same team anyways?” she asked in a teasing fashion, then turning for the mound to pitch. A ball was tossed to her, and with a determined look on her face, Miya stretched her left shoulder back. Then, she rolled the ball out ahead of her in an underhand fashion, speed picking up as it tumbled. The boy first in line brought his leg back before firing it out, sending it high into the air and... right into the hands of a girl in the outfield. “One out,” Miya said with a smirk before catching the ball from the girl, already sending the next pitch out.
A cool breeze was picked up on the air as the students scattered around the baseball field for the game of kickball. After a quick change into leggings and a long sleeved shirt, Miya jogged out to the field, brushing past Kyran with a smile. “Think anyone’ll notice if we just play on the same team anyways?” she asked in a teasing fashion, then turning for the mound to pitch. A ball was tossed to her, and with a determined look on her face, Miya stretched her left shoulder back. Then, she rolled the ball out ahead of her in an underhand fashion, speed picking up as it tumbled. The boy first in line brought his leg back before firing it out, sending it high into the air and... right into the hands of a girl in the outfield. “One out,” Miya said with a smirk before catching the ball from the girl, already sending the next pitch out.
Kyran let out a laugh at Miya’s playful remark before clicking his tongue in mock disappointment. “Now, now,” he chided as she jogged past him. “That wouldn’t be any fun, would it?” The girl who has been next to kick had sent a high but short distance ball which was easily caught, marking Kyran’s team’s second out. However, he was the next to kick, and he stared at Miya, a challenging but playful glint in his eyes. As the ball rolled towards him, he pulled a leg back and swung it forward, making perfect contact with the rubber ball. It flew far and high, the other team unable to catch it as Kyran ran around the field with a solo home run. He high fived his teammates and glanced back at his girlfriend, firing a quick wink. The game went on, and Miya’s team just barely secured the victory with a score of 11 to 10. A slightly disappointed smile on his face, Kyran shook hands with the other team and wrapped an arm around Miya’s shoulder, kissing her on the cheek. “I guess you won this one.”
Next was the volleyball game, and Kyran was pleased to see his partner on his team. The match started with the other team serving, though it was confidently bumped to Kyran by a wing spiker. In his periphery, the setter saw Miya leaping into the air for a quick hit, and as the ball slowly approached his hands, Kyran had a brief moment of clarity. This was the first game where he and Miya could play with genuine synchronization due to their finally established relationship. Nothing held either of them back from letting loose and fully entrusting the play to each other. With that, being in sound mind and body, Kyran allowed a genuine smile to lace his lips as he delivered a toss that was nothing short of perfect, the ball now maintaining a steady course to Miya’s awaiting arm.
Next was the volleyball game, and Kyran was pleased to see his partner on his team. The match started with the other team serving, though it was confidently bumped to Kyran by a wing spiker. In his periphery, the setter saw Miya leaping into the air for a quick hit, and as the ball slowly approached his hands, Kyran had a brief moment of clarity. This was the first game where he and Miya could play with genuine synchronization due to their finally established relationship. Nothing held either of them back from letting loose and fully entrusting the play to each other. With that, being in sound mind and body, Kyran allowed a genuine smile to lace his lips as he delivered a toss that was nothing short of perfect, the ball now maintaining a steady course to Miya’s awaiting arm.
As the ball stopped across from her palm, seemingly still in the air, Miya’s outstretched arm sliced down. Flat against her hand, the ball was propelled down sharply, whizzing straight over the blocker and landing on the court between two back row players who had barely reacted to the speed of the kill. Landing back on the court, Miya grinned and turned to celebrate with her teammates, giving Kyran an extra high-five before turning back to the net. The opponents were stunned and more, with surprised expressions before they shook it off, assuming it was a fluke.
It was not.
Miya and Kyran swept the floor with the opposing team, winning in three straight sets out of five. The final point was snagged by Miya in a glorious slide attack with the assistance of Kyran setting. Filled with adrenaline, both teams shook hands, and the entire group directed themselves towards the next activity: soccer. As previously stated by Miya herself numerous times, this was not a sport she had any interest in. However, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t at least try to go all out. Placed on Kyran’s team once again, Miya found herself a spot on the field before the match commenced.
It was not.
Miya and Kyran swept the floor with the opposing team, winning in three straight sets out of five. The final point was snagged by Miya in a glorious slide attack with the assistance of Kyran setting. Filled with adrenaline, both teams shook hands, and the entire group directed themselves towards the next activity: soccer. As previously stated by Miya herself numerous times, this was not a sport she had any interest in. However, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t at least try to go all out. Placed on Kyran’s team once again, Miya found herself a spot on the field before the match commenced.
The game went rather swiftly. Kyran became the main playmaker of the match, playing an exemplary support role as a midfielder through his spot on assists to the strikers. Along with Miya, the other players mainly on offense weren't as experienced in the sport, but it didn't impact the outcome of the game too much; Kyran had been able to bring out the best in them through his passes, and they were able to easily tap the ball into the goal every time. The final score of the match upon its conclusion was 6-0, and Kyran celebrated with his teammates with a grin.
Kyran and Miya had been placed either on the same team or different team quite equally, so while the two easily defeated their opponents when they were working together, the couple ended up being evenly matched on separate teams, alternating between wins and losses consistently. The time of activities finally ended, and everyone headed to the meeting area, where the teachers had prepared a filling dinner consisting of barbecue, chicken wings, a salad bar, assorted fruits, and snacks. It was a time of festivities, and a campfire was also started in a space nearby, where marshmallows were available for toasting, along with graham crackers and chocolate bars for s'mores. Kyran filled his plate with what he wanted to eat and waited for Miya to do the same so they could find a place to eat together.
Kyran and Miya had been placed either on the same team or different team quite equally, so while the two easily defeated their opponents when they were working together, the couple ended up being evenly matched on separate teams, alternating between wins and losses consistently. The time of activities finally ended, and everyone headed to the meeting area, where the teachers had prepared a filling dinner consisting of barbecue, chicken wings, a salad bar, assorted fruits, and snacks. It was a time of festivities, and a campfire was also started in a space nearby, where marshmallows were available for toasting, along with graham crackers and chocolate bars for s'mores. Kyran filled his plate with what he wanted to eat and waited for Miya to do the same so they could find a place to eat together.
Miya scattered a little bit of everything on her plate, grabbing a napkin before looking up and around for Kyran. Spotting him, she walked over and nudged her head in the direction of the campfire. Then, she took the lead and set off to claim a couple of lawn chairs around the burning wood. Sitting down, she looked up at Kyran, then averted her attention to eating. With a satisfied sigh, the teen sank back and let the heat of the fire wrap around and warm her up. “This field trip is super beneficial for our academics,” Miya said, swallowing a forkful of cantaloupe. “But the school board should totally arrange more trips like this more often.” A smile was on the girl’s face as she looked ahead at the array of oranges and reds burning and crackling.
More and more students filled up chairs and picnic tables around the clearing, and soon enough, every kid had scarfed down first and second helpings of food after all of the activities of the day. Miya had scooted her chair right next to Kyran’s, her fingers laced in his. She leaned over the arm of the chair, and in a whisper, she said, “You should make me a s’more.” Bringing her face back, she looked at Kyran with a playful look in her eyes.
More and more students filled up chairs and picnic tables around the clearing, and soon enough, every kid had scarfed down first and second helpings of food after all of the activities of the day. Miya had scooted her chair right next to Kyran’s, her fingers laced in his. She leaned over the arm of the chair, and in a whisper, she said, “You should make me a s’more.” Bringing her face back, she looked at Kyran with a playful look in her eyes.
Kyran chuckled softly upon Miya's suggestion and teased. "I don't know; should I? Just for you?" Despite the question, he complied with a smile as he reached for two crackers, a square piece of chocolate, and a soft marshmallow from the bag. Taking a metal skewer and setting another off to the side for later use, Kyran stuck his marshmallow onto the stick and held it over the gentle licks of the fire in front of him, watching intently for the right moment. It soon came; the surface of the gelatinous sugary cube turned a crispy golden brown, just barely charred evenly around. Removing the marshmallow from his skewer, Kyran then grabbed the other and used both sticks to hold the chocolate bar above the flame as well, just barely melting it to the point where it held its shape but now much softer and smoother. The teen deposited the chocolate onto a cracker followed by the toasted marshmallow, and finished the whole affair with the other cracker. After gently squeezing it with two fingers, Kyran offered the treat to his girlfriend, gently taking hold of her hand and placing it delicately on her palm. "Bone app the teeth."
Miya blinked slowly as she stared down at the s’more, processing his words before looking up at him with a blank face. It didn’t last, however, and a smile broke onto her face as she shook her head. “Whatever you say, Chef Bennett,” the teenager giggled, sinking back in her chair before nibbling the edge of the graham cracker on top. Numerous moments passed after Miya had finished the treat before she tugged on Kyran’s sleeve. “I want to sit somewhere away from everyone. The sky looks worth appreciating, don’t you agree?” she said in a quiet voice. It was funny just how needy the girl had become now that they were dating. Previously, she wouldn’t have dreamed of ever dating Kyran. But now, she came to him to ask just about anything. And she quite liked the feeling of having him by her side.
Kyran nodded in agreement. "Indeed I do." He allowed Miya to, still taking hold of his sleeve, lead him to a nearby clearing away from the other students hanging out. Making his way to the center, the teen then took a seat on the soft grass before laying down on his back, watching the bright stars in the black sky above him and waiting for Miya to take a seat next to him. He stretched his arms out and placed his hands beneath his head with bent elbows as he continued to stargaze. "It really is a pretty sight," Kyran remarked. "I can see why you wanted to come here." To be honest, the teen didn't really mind Miya's flow of requests; if anything, he found it rather endearing, so he would always comply.
Miya continued to sit up, arms wrapped around her knees as she gazed upwards. In response to Kyran's remark, she nodded quietly. "I wanted to get away from everyone else. At least for a moment," said the girl. Turning her head sideways and resting her cheek on her knee, Miya looked down and her boyfriend laying beside her. A moment of silence passed, before Miya softly chirped, "I love you." It was the first genuine time that she had said the string of words, not only to Kyran but in general. Understanding this, her face flared into a burning red. She had never been so thankful that she wasn't in broad daylight. Quickly turning her gaze back at the sky, Miya tugged on the neckline of her shirt, clearing her throat.
Upon hearing what Miya had said, Kyran sat up to stare at her, blinking a few times as if he was trying to process what he had heard. As they finally set in, he let out a quiet chuckle before wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a sideways hug. As he continued to watch the stars, Kyran briefly averted his gaze to place a hand gently on Miya's cheek, turning her face towards him. Leaning forward, he then placed a delicate kiss onto her lips, a warm smile on his face as he pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you too." A few months ago, it seemed impossible that the two would even condescend to look at each other, and it almost felt surreal, uttering such affectionate words to someone who used to be his worst enemy. However, in this moment, Kyran had felt some sort of relief. I'm glad it was you.
Miya leaned into his side, her face burning as her gaze shifted to the ground. The same thoughts were etched into her mind: This is an incredible change of events compared to a mere few months ago. Moments passed before Miya yawned into her arm, face still glowing. She glanced at her phone, surprised to see just how late it was. “Guess we stayed out a little longer than we thought,” she said with a soft chuckle, pushing herself off of the ground and stretching. “We should probably head back,” she said with a smile, turning to head back for the clearing that all of the tents were set up in. Nearby, the campfire’s embers were dimly glowing as it diminished. Miya turned to her tent, looking over her shoulder and saying good night to Kyran before unzipping it and crawling in. There, she crashed in her sleeping bag, but only after a few minutes of self reflection on the previous moments of the night.