OWS - Part 2

PART 2

… to make themselves live each others lives every other day.

At first they thought this would be a wonderful idea, a way for them to become closer.
Unbeknownst to them the trouble they’d get themselves into, the hardship, the danger, and adventure.

And this is where we will begin our tale, of Alwyn and Rhys, and how they saved the world.

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Alwyn looked in the long mirror in the boy’s locker room, feeling odd out of his soccor uniform, and dressed in Rhys’ tennis one. He rolled his shoulders in the polo shirt, and flipped up the collar. But he just couldn’t feel comfortable in it.

“You can’t play with your collar popped,” Rhys laughed from behind him. His brother was sitting on the bench lacing up his soccer cleats, the shoes he should have been wearing instead of the white tennis shoes he had on.

“I have decided that I hate polo shirts,” Alwyn muttered, fixing the collar back down.

“They’re not that bad,” Rhys said, coming up behind his brother and patted his shoulder.

“They’re nice, and still loose enough to play in. You ready?”

Alwyn nodded, picking up Rhys’ tennis bag and hefting it on his shoulder. His twin grabbed his soccer bag and did the same.

“Let’s go then!” Rhys smiled, he was confident and excited about taking Alwyn’s spot for the day. But Alwyn, he’d been nervous and jumpy all day. Even though they’d studied each others day for a week before, Alwyn just wasn’t as excited as his brother. He liked doing his own stuff, his own classes and friends. And his own sport.

Tennis, was not his sport.

Alwyn could play it for sure, his reflexes and stamina from soccer were great for the court, his only problem was swinging the racket. Rhys said he’d learned well enough, but Alwyn still felt nervous about hitting the ball right.

“See ya Rhys!” Rhys winked, and ran off towards the soccer field. Alwyn watched him go for a few seconds before heading over to the tennis courts.

Withholding his uneasiness, Alwyn smiled and greeted the other players by name. He’d memorized their faces over the last few days, and that was the only thing he felt confident about.

‘I can’t believe we’re doing this … ‘  Alwyn thought as he began to stretch.

“Hey.”

Alwyn started, and looked up with a forced smile.

“Hello,” he said. The girl was someone he’d never seen before, and she certainly wasn’t on the boy’s tennis team. She looked about seventeen and was dressed in a little black and purple dress that ended a few inches above her knees, along with black socks that went a few inches below her knees.

“Can I help you?” he asked, after she hadn’t replied. The girl smiled and brushed away a lock of her long black hair from her face.

“Why yes, you can,” she said, and bent down so her face was level with his. “You’re actually Alwyn, right?”

Inside, poor Alwyn’s heart jumped in his throat, but outside he just kept smiling. “Nice try, but … I’m Rhys.”

The girl shook her head, “No way … you’re Alwyn alright. And that means you’re in danger.”

“I … I’m in danger?” Alwyn chuckled nervously.

“Yes, you’re in the wrong place at the right time,” the girl said.

Alwyn raised an eyebrow, pondering her wordage.

“The wrong place at the right time? What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“It means that you are in the wrong place, but at the right time,” the girl kept a straight face, she seemed serious, and not messing with him.

“That’s interesting, and philosophical, and any other time I’d loved to discuss it with you but … I’ve got a practice to get to,” Alwyn stood, picking up his racket and began to walk past the girl.

“Wait!” she grabbed his arm and looked right into his eyes. “You aren’t going to be able to go to practice today.”

“Why?” Alwyn was beginning to feel creeped out and he wanted nothing more then to get away from this strange girl. “What could possible keep me from . . .”

And that was when Alwyn looked forward and saw …