Baxter watched Atlas’s smirk grow bigger. Then he felt Atlas squeeze his hand back. Then Atlas said “You getting under my skin…” Baxter waited for more to be said. He watched as Atlas shrugged his shoulders before saying “It’s not bad,” Baxter was letting it sink in. Then Atlas’s eyes met Baxter’s as Atlas said “It’s just… dangerous.”
Baxter was curious how it could be dangerous. What does that even mean. Baxter could feel how true everything Atlas was saying really was. Baxter wanted to make sure Atlas was done talking before saying anything. Then Atlas talked quieter “Most people… they get close just long enough to prove why I shouldn’t have let ‘em.” Atlas paused for a moment as he brought his eyes back to meet Baxter’s as he said “You gonna be different, gymnast?” Baxter stood there letting everything Atlas said linger. Maybe he was silent for too long after.
However, Baxter just stood there not breaking the eye contact. Just letting the silence speak for a for moments. He wasn’t sure what to sat to all of this. He knew what he wanted to say. He just wasn’t sure how to put the words together. Then after what felt like forever, but was maybe two minutes Baxter finally spoke. “You will soon see that I am different then most people and more like you. Why do you call me gymnast?” He chuckled lightly while he tried to process how to say what else he wanted to say. His question was just him being curious. “I’m a football player, surfer, and well… I would say a pretty good artist. I actually make my own surfboards.”
He stood there silent for a few moments as he thought about letting some of his own walls down. For Baxter wanting to know someone meant letting them get to know you too. While Baxter was popular and a lot of people knew him… He really didn’t have many friends. For some reason he felt the need to not only get to know Atlas, but also to let him in… let him get to know the real Baxter. Not the popular football player everyone else here knew.
The jokester… Baxter wanted Atlas to see the witty and thoughtful guy underneath the mask. He was lost in his own thoughts for a few moments before he finally spoke. “Want to know the real me?” He looked deeper into Atlas’s eyes. Not piercing, but like he was allowing Atlas to see his soul. He took a deep breath before speaking. “Well… It might just scare you… I don’t usually let people get close to me either. People only know what I want them to. I can almost guarantee you that any rumor you have heard is false and made up. I’ll let you ask me anything you want, and I’ll be truthful about my answer.” He said as he still didn’t break their eye contact. He felt the magnetic pull to Atlas. He wasn’t sure why but he just felt the need to know him.
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