disneygirl520
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Marcus: "okay." He looked at the needle in his arm. "this feels nice."
Jordan: he wouldn't look at it "what do you mean?"
Marcus: "okay." He looked at the needle in his arm. "this feels nice."
Jordan: he wouldn't look at it "what do you mean?"
Marcus: "I feel like I actually have food in me. At least a little bit."
Jordan: "oh, okay. That's good. Maybe when your stomach isn't so empty you can eat again."
Marcus: "I hope so. A good chef needs to be able to taste all of their food." He smiled slightly.
Jordan: he smiled slightly "is that what you want to do? Be a chef?"
Marcus: "It's always been my dream, sir. Couldn't you tell? My parents said that it isn't a real job and that I should be a lawyer or something."
Jordan: he didn't correct him calling him sir, He smiled slightly. "I guess I did kind of know that. It's a real job, something you love. Eventually I have to give up the dream of playing professionally."
Marcus: "you're the best soccer player I've ever seen. I'm sure your amazing at all your other sports too. I know you'll make it." He sighed. "Wanting to cook was the reason I worked at the diner. Now I can't even lift a pan without having a slight relapse."
Jordan: he nodded "that's really hard." he smiled slightly "thank you. I just look at the percentages of high school athletes that make it to playing in college and I think I can make that, but then I look at the percentage of those that make it to playing professionally and the number is so small I just don't know if I'm going to be quite good enough."
Marcus: "You will be." He smiled.
Ciel: He liked how the library was dark and inhabited after hours. Nobody was there, so he climbed on the high shelves, got out his book and a flashlight and started to read, callphone next to him.
Jordan: he smiled back "thank you. I have track tryouts in a couple of days so hopefully those go okay." he said trying to keep the conversation going.
Marcus: he nodded slightly. A doctor took the IV out of his arm and put a bandaid over the hole. He was told that he had to eat, but he would come in twice a week and they would help him. "T-thank you." He put his clothes back on and stood woozily. He frowned. "Lynn didn't come."
Jordan: he again looked away as they dealt with the IV. He then helped him up "I know. I'm sorry."