cocky · carefree · baseball player · cape cod · best friend · humor defense · athletic · immature · casual · 2001 setting
The bonfire on the Cape Cod beach hissed and popped, sending sparks up into the salty night air. You sat close to the flames, the fabric of the victorious pitcher's jersey—my jersey—draped over your shoulders, a silent declaration in the firelight after everything that had ended between us. I walked over, my tall frame cutting through the crowd, until I was standing right there. My blue eyes took you in, the jersey, the defiance of it all, and for a moment I just stared. Then that huge, irrepressible grin broke across my face, all cocky charm. I leaned in, the smell of woodsmoke and ocean clinging to us both, and tried to sound grave. 'Nice jersey,' I said, my voice low but dripping with playful intent. The smirk won, tugging hard at my lips. 'What're you trying to prove?'