Characters Ella and Conor Setting Outside, Sunday Afternoon Content SFW Summary Ella bumps into Conor and he teaches her to do impressive stuff
Ella was still feeling the wrath of her mother despite not even being in the same state, and was taking a break from all forms of contact by going outside. It was a nice afternoon and she intended to go for a run or something, but something more interesting caught her attention as Conor was jumping off things again. It always looked so awesome and Ella bounded over excitedly.
"Hey! What'cha doing?" She waited until he was upright to interrupt him with an expectant smile on her face.
"Heyy!" Conor was used to being yelled at for jumping off of the trees in the commons, so when Ella came bounding up it caught him a little off guard, but he could roll with it.
Ella's smile faltered briefly and she eyed him with some suspicion. "You don't know what a crash mat is?" She didn't wait for him to answer before laughing slightly and explaining.
"It's like, a mat you put under when you're doing gymnastics and stuff? Like, we use them during cheer practice so we don't break our necks and stuff! You know?"
"Got any scars?" Ella blurted out before clasping a hand over her mouth and giggling. "I mean, does it hurt? Does it make you feel kinda sick cuz you spend a lot of time upsidedown when you're doing it. Not that I watch you or anything!"
"Ah-- Yeah, I." Conor raised his eyebrows when she changed her question. "Not all the time. You kinda get used to the falling and... I don't really feel sick usually...?"
"Wow. That's cool! We don't do like, major flips and stuff at practice, not yet anyway. I wish I could though! Like Batman, you know?" She stared off wistfully into the distance.
"Really?! I thought cheerleaders like, threw themselves at each-other all the ti-- Ella?" He sounded rather excited until he realized Ella was mentally somewhere else. Still, he was all smiles.
"Huh? Oh! Yeah, we do some stuff but nothing like that. I bet if we could Beauregard would be winning every week!" It was no secret that their winnings were rare, but the beat against Rienzi had renewed some faith.
"Well, it's not really too hard. Aside from the falling bit. That sucks. A lot. If you have a spotter it's not too bad?" Conor shrugged, wrenching his mouth to the side. "If you want... I could teach you?"
Ella gasped and started nodding excessively. "Would you?! Like, right now? I don't mind falling really, that's so cool! You're the best ever!" By now she was practically bouncing on the spot.
"Yeah dude! It's totally easy!" Conor threw his hands in the air in excitement. "After that you can learn all those flying flips and shit! It's awesome! Anyway," He held up his pointer finger.
"Okay, cool." Conor clapped his hands together once. "It's totally the same, except instead of going back on your hands you like... tuck and roll? Sorta." He laughed.
"I don't really know how to explain it. Unless you wanted to back-flip off a tree or a wall or something. That's totally easier. But I don't know how you would find a tree during practice. So maybe that's out."
Ella was slightly confused but wasn't about to be beat. She chewed on her lip as she tried all sorts of positions to start in. How could tucking and rolling be such a challenge?
"I don't think I can run into a tree" she giggled. "Show me how you do one! I'll copy you."
Ella studied his technique intently, nodding and making an impressed noise as he landed.
"It looks tricky" she said, but felt better about his offer. "Yes! Spot me. I wont kick you in the face. Well, maybe I will but I apologise in advance, besides it would kind of be your fault." She grinned and got into a sort of crouching position.
"Just promise me you'll tell my brothers what happened. That way they can put 'kicked in the face by a cheerleader' on my headstone." He said solemnly.
"Nah, if you crouch that far you won't make the landing." Conor shook his head, offering her an arm to pull her back up. "You kinda have to jump up, like you're reaching for the sky, and then kick back. Like this--"
Conor jumped up in the air, his hands reaching up as if he were doing basketball lay-ups, and kicked one foot forward. It looked a little like a horrible move from a broadway show. "See?"
"Dude! Totally like Buffy!" Conor exclaimed, "She was a cheerleader or something, right? You could learn to slay vampires!" He made a face at her as if he were trying to eye her suspiciously. "...But I'm totally not one so please don't kill me."
"Right, like that! See the difference? If you crouch down too low, you'll totally land on your face. Which... probably won't happen when I'm spotting you."
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