what happens in college

Adam: I laughed. "Well, it's harder to play than violin."

Brea: "Then I'd say you're doing pretty well."

Adam: I grinned. "Well, uh, thanks. Music's the one thing I like that I kinda suck at, though."

Brea: "You don't suck." I shook my head.

Adam: "Well...thanks," I said. At least my brother couldn't play cello. That would just be weird.

Brea: I smiled. "You're welcome."

Adam: "So...what are you doing out here? You don't have work?" I asked.

Brea: "It's my day off."

Adam: "Oh," I said. "Did you wanna hang out?"

Brea: "Uhm...I don't know. It was obviously kind of awkward last time."

Adam: "It's only awkward if you make it awkward."

Brea: "Well then I made it awkward."

Adam: I shrugged. "I guess I did too."

Brea: "I /guess/ hanging out would be worth another try, then."

Adam: I grinned. "Cool. So, what do you want to do?" I asked, twirling my bow.

Brea: "Why do you always have to ask that? I never have any ideas."

Adam: "Well...neither do I."

Brea: "Hmm. We could play soccer? I can get a ball from my house...that's something I'm good at, since it has nothing to do with music."

Adam: I nodded. "Soccer sounds good. I'm actually decent at it. I'll pack up," I said. "You can come meet me here."

Brea: "Alright!"I smiled and walked off to go back and get my soccer ball.

Adam: I packed up and went to go put my cello back in the dorm/apartment.

Brea: I grabbed a ball and walked back to the park.

Adam: I headed back over to the park.

(grawr, i don't know much about soccer hmm)

(neither do I. I know a little bit from watching Blonde-American though.)