Kickball

Once they exited the bathroom, they realized they had the rest of their Sunday left.

"Do you want to play kickball or something?" Landon suggested.

"Like, outside?"

"Yeah! We can get Renee and Emmitt to join us!"

"And it won't be awkward for you after yesterday?"

"We've got to see each other eventually, and it's not like we'll have to talk or anything during."

Remy sighed, "Fine."

They all went out into the cold November air with a ball they borrowed from Landon's roommate.

"So I'm thinking that the teams will be me and Remy against Renee and Emmitt."

Emmitt asked Landon, "Why aren't you and Renee on a team together?"

He easily makes up an excuse, "So it'll be fair. I'm assuming Remy's trash at kickball."

"Rude," Remy scoffed.

"And since I'm a master at kickball, it'll even out."

"Okay," Emmitt said. "That makes sense."

"Hey!" Remy glared. "I could be great at kickball."

"But are you?" Emmitt taunted.

"I... I do alright."

"See?" Landon said. "Let's start."

They set up the bases using trees around them. They were in the courtyard on campus. No one else was out considering it was around 35 degrees out. Remy watched Renee as the game was played. She had a great poker face. She seemed like nothing was bothering her. Either that or she was over it already. It's a bizarre situation to have to get over. How long does it usually take to get over your boyfriend proposing to you in your freshman year of college. Like, there are some times where teens get engaged in high school, but Remy really only ever saw that happen on TV shows and it never worked out. It's not like a breakup or anything. It's pretty much the opposite.

Remy guessed that it was possible that Renee really was fine with it. Maybe she was even flattered. Her boyfriend loves her enough that he was willing to dive headfirst into marriage. That'd be weird, Remy thinks. To have someone love you enough that they'd want to spend their whole life with you. Obviously, his parents felt unconditional love for him, but the romantic kind of love seemed so strange to him. But maybe that was just because he had never felt it before.

Somehow, those thoughts did not distract him from the game. He did alright, as he said. He could kick a ball and run to the bases, which was what was needed for kickball. But Landon was crazy good at it. He was kicking the ball so far no one had any chance at catching it. Emmitt was about as good as Remy, except he was more vocal about how he felt during the game, yelling "suck it, bitches!" when he did well and "bullshit!" when he didn't. Renee wasn't as good as Landon, but she held her own, and it was basically them pulling the other half of their teams. It ended up being a somewhat close game when they decided to stop. Landon's team won, the score being 8-6. But only Landon and Renee were counting, Remy and Emmitt having stopped taking it seriously long ago.

"Well, that's all the exercise I need for the year," Emmitt said, sweating like crazy. "Next time, I'll be eating and watching movies instead of playing."

"I will gladly join you," Remy said, also sweating a crazy amount.

"I had fun," Landon said, sweating an amount that was crazy.

"That's because you won," Renee told him, perspiring in a way that one may describe as crazy.

"You're just a sore loser."

"No, you are," Renee said in a childish retort.

"Nuh uh, I won. If anything, I'm a sore winner," Landon shot back in an equally childish way.

Remy smiled as he listened to them. They seemed good together, and he didn't want things to be weird between them. That smile faded as he thought about his own love life, which started not long ago and consisted of makeouts with a friend, the second one of which he had not talked to said friend about.

But as they walked back to their dorms together, Remy knew now wasn't the time to get into that. He could ruin another good moment later, but it wouldn't be this one.