Someone’s waiting

Timos POV

I was going to the park with my Volleyball to train a bit. There were also a few people playing basketball, but I wasn't really interested in them, so I just started to train on my own. But I couldn't really concentrate, because they were very loud.

„Sorry, it's a bit high!"

I was really annoyed and decided to ask them to be a bit more quiet so I happened to see something unbelievable. Someone passed the ball to a boy with short black hair, who was forced to take it overhand. I thought he'd grab it, but he attempt to do a shot.

„These movements! A Volleyball-set!"

With the technique of a Setter, he made a 3Point shot.

„Okay, let's go and grab something to eat!"

They left, but the black haired boy stayed and put out a Volleyball.

„( That wasn't just Imagination! He's playing Volleyball! ). Hey, you there!"

Now or never, we definitely needed this guy!

„Yeah, what is it?"

„That technique back there, that was a Volleyball set, wasn't it?"

„Yes?"

„My name is Timo, wanna join our Volleyball club, the 8th district falcons?"

Jacks POV

„But you've just seen me playing one single time, isn't it a bit early to ask something like that?"

And also he looked similar to...

„That's not a problem for me. I'm sure that you can give me the toss I need to play my best!"

No! No! That's not...possible! That's not fair! Why did I have to hear these words again?

„Sorry but I can't join your team."

„What? But..."

„I SAID I'M NOT JOINING!"

He looked at me, shocked. I didn't care, I just ran away.

„That was a Volleyball technique, wasn't it?"

Shut up.

„Wanna join our team?"

Shut up!

I'm sure you can give me the toss I need to play my best!"

SHUT UP!

I stopped. I then realized I was already at home.

„Why can't I just forget it?"

The next day:

8th district falcons. What was I even doing here?

„Hey, you're the one from Yesterday! Nice, you decided to come!"

Oh no, they noticed me.

„A new one? Nice, we can play 3vs3 then!"

„No, I'm..."

„Okay, let's go!"

I was trapped. Dammit!

„What's your name and your position?"

„Jack, setter."

Game start.

The one called Simon served the ball overhand and the other one, Felix, clearly passed it to my position.

„( Okay, it's just a set! Move! Move arms! )"

I couldn't move. Helpless, I looked at the boy who asked me to join. He looked like....him.

Flashback:

„My name is Alfie! Although I lack in size, I'm a wing spiker! Nice to meet ya!"

I was playing in a team named the 20th district pigeons. We weren't really good, but Alfie brought motivation and join into our team. He really could jump.

At the national championship qualifications:

„Man, I'm so damm nervous! I don't know if I can do it!"

„Relax Jack! I'm sure you can give me the toss I need to play my best!"

„He's right, I..."

At the first round:

„Nice block, Lions!"

„Damm! I'm sorry, that jump sucked!"

No! You couldn't jump because my toss was too low!

„Sorry, that spike was bad!"

Shut up already! My toss was too high! Say it!

„1st district lions win, 25:2."

„The toss you need to play your best, huh? Fuck! Dammit!"

The following summer, I trained the hell out of me. But a setter is just needed if there is a spiker waiting for his toss. And..

„Alfie gave up playing Volleyball."

Flashback end

It's just like back then. There is still nobody...nobody...

„LEFT!"

I looked at him. At the boy looking and thinking so similar to Alfie. I heard him screaming. It was the same scream as Alfies. The scream of boy lacking in size, but willing to hammer that ball into the ground.

„Someone's...waiting"