Page 40 of Don't Look Down

Sky’s the Limit: Tell me I’m crazy, Landon. LANDON!

Sky’s the Limit: I know I’m not, but WHAT?! ??

Sky’s the Limit: Am I right? OMG! Addy took a little convincing, but after presenting the evidence, she agrees.

Sky’s the Limit: Are you Landon Spencer?!

Sky’s the Limit: Obviously you can’t answer if you’re him, because you’re literally in the middle of a game rn, but I can’t even!

Sky’s the Limit: It’s so obvious now. LandonTheBull. The traveling. I was so blind. It’s literally sooooo obvious now. Some fan I am lol ??

Sky’s the Limit: Ok. Woosah. I’m good now. Promise. I’m not going to fanboy all over you like a psycho. I can be cool.

Sky’s the Limit: Addy and I’ll hang around after the game to wait for you. Just lmk where we should meet you.

Reading his messages makes me chuckle. He’d sent his last message during first period. There’s nobody like this guy. Instead of anger, all I'm sensing is pure excitement. Still, he’s had time to process now, so I’ll tread carefully to feel him out.

Me: You’re not wrong.

Me: You don’t seem mad. Are you?

He responds immediately. A sure sign he had his phone in his hand waiting for my text.

Sky’s the Limit: Mad? Are you crazy? No!

Sky’s the Limit: Where do I find you? I need to hug you. Tell me now if you’re not ok with it. Otherwise, I will squeeze you!

Me: LOL. Locker room. Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be out. If you hang by your seats I’ll send someone to grab you.

I lock my phone and shove it in my bag so I can quickly finish removing my gear and go shower. While I’m relieved Sky’s not mad, I still can’t get rid of these nerves. It’s ridiculous.

Leigh is already showering, and like usual, I settle in the shower stall next to his.

“Bro. What the fuck?” he asks while lathering up his hair. Steam billows around us in thick clouds.

“What?”

He scoffs and gestures at my face. “You tell me. At least now I know the reason for that deer-in-the-headlights-oh-shit-I’m-about-to-get-run-over look you’ve had on your face all day. Spill. How is Sky here?” He pins me with a narrow-eyed gaze.

“Um, he drove.” If looks could kill, I’d be a goner. He flings water at me.

“Well, obviously. But how did this happen? And moreover, why didn’t you tell me? A support system is only effective if it’s given the opportunity to support.”

“Well, a couple days ago, he and Addy were talking about Quench, and we realized we both live in South Florida. We arranged to meet up.”

“No shit,” he repeats. “Just that simple? Does he know you’re you?TheLandon Spencer?”

“He does now.”

“Oooh.” His eyes are comically wide.

“I told you I didn’t know how to tell him the truth. So when Sky suggested we catch a game together, it felt like the perfect opportunity to tell him. I didn’t quite think it all through. He obviously thought we’d be watching the game together, and I never corrected him. After he told me they were here, I panicked. I told him I was delayed. He put it all together on his own.”

“He’s the one you played statue in front of during warmups? Heis, isn’t he?” Leigh is laughing while he towels himself dry.

Heat rises in my cheeks, so I stick my face under the water and scrub my hands vigorously through my hair. Hoping to wash away the sheepish expression on my face. I can’t bullshit him, though. He can read me like a book so fuck it. He gets more honesty from me.

“Yes. Yes, he is. I froze when I saw him. It’s ridiculous.” I grab my own towel and drape it over my head to dry off with a swift rub down. Maybe it’ll help expel some of these nerves. Removing the towel from my head, I start the process of drying off my body. Leigh is standing there, leaning against the wall, towel wrapped around his hips, ankles crossed, watching me as is his way. “Leigh, I am freaking the fuck out, and I don’t know why.”

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