"I'm a fatass." Millie huffed, her bottom lip jutting out and her puppy dog eyes pleading with me.

I rolled my eyes. "And I'm not? I think you can handle walking over to the concessions."

She tossed her head back, letting out a long groan. It was like caring for a child. "B-but it's all the way over there." She lazily lifted her hand up to point, as though the small effort was enough to kill her. "That's so far."

With a long sigh, I held out my palm. "Just give me your money and I'll get your food."

She smiled contently, her pout immediately disappearing. Millie wasn't even trying to stay defiant, because she knew that I would do it anyway. She placed some money in my palm and I shook my head as I started to walk towards the concessions.

The place was already packed, and I didn't recognize hardly anyone. Then again, I wasn't looking very hard. The thing was, our football team wasn't even half bad, so whenever there was a game, way more people than you would think ended up showing up.

The sun had set, and the spotlights shone brightly, blocking out stars from my view. There was a dull chill starting to form in the fall air, causing most people to wear their jackets. I was still nuzzled inside Sam's sweatshirt, protecting it with a thin black jacket just to make me feel a bit better about the public display, his scent making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I couldn't believe how gay I sounded when I had those sort of thoughts.

When I reached the concessions, I got into the line. There was a small slot where the bleachers parted, and I could see the door to the locker rooms from there. It just so happened that I saw something else in the spaces between the tiers of the bleachers.

Specifically, a tuff of blonde hair.

How could I resist? Glancing around, I took notice that all of heads around me were turned away and distracted. I took the opportunity to jog behind the bleachers, going completely unnoticed to the boisterous crowd giddy with anticipation.

"If isn't my good luck charm." Sam smiled the moment I rounded the corner, knowing damn well that he was waiting for me.

"Ha, ha, so funny." I rolled my eyes, disposing of the space still left between us.

Without a second of hesitation, he pulled me in for a kiss, the heat radiating off of him like a steaming bowl of tomato soup. I really was a fatass, wasn't I?

We stayed kissing for God only knew how long, his arms wrapped tightly and protectively around my waist. Knowing that we couldn't do that for forever, I pulled back begrudgingly.

He bit his lip briefly before whispering. "Sugar."

I took the opportunity to push away, pursing my lips with an unamused expression. I would one day get him to stop with that awful nickname, absolutely abhorring his choice of a pet name.

"Aww, come back." Sam pouted, folding his arms over his jersey.

"Sam, the game is going to start soon, aren't you supposed to be doing something?" I questioned.

Sam's lips parted with a guilty smile. "Maybe."

I sighed at him. "You need to go then! What if you get in trouble or something? It's not worth it."

"You're so dramatic, I just wanted to get a good luck kiss before I had to go out there." He said, making his way back towards me again.

However, when I was about to let him close the space between us, I caught sight of one of the locker room doors opening. As fast as humanly possible, I pulled back and partially dive for the corner.

I had no idea if Sam knew why I did it, but I was not about to find out. For all I knew, I may not have even escaped fast enough. I wondered who it was that had exited. Did I know them?

Regaining my composure, I glanced around, glad to see that everyone was still distracted. Carefully, I slipped back into the and attempted to wait for my turn. It felt agonizingly long, my mind focused on who could have potentially saw us.

Once it was finally my turn, it occurred to me that I never even asked Millie what she wanted. I decided to play it safe and get her favorite bag of chips, and her favorite candy. I only got a water bottle for myself, before making my way back to where we made ourselves comfortable.

Millie immediately perked up at the sight of me, a blanket placed over her thighs, cheeks rosy from the subtle cold. "Took you forever." She huffed.

I laughed, sitting beside her and placing the blanket over me as well. "Oh, hush up. You're being such a drama queen."

A massive smile took over her face. "Aw, you noticed!"

We laughed and I handed her the food, which she took contently, and we waited for the game to begin. Cheerleaders were cheering and chanting from bellow us, which I had then decided was my least favorite thing about football games. There was nothing worse than peppy bitches. Like, who decided that you guys could be so happy? Even if it was a mask, it was an exhausting one that fatigued even me from such a distance.

Swallowing down the hatred, my posture straightened as I noticed the football players beginning to run onto the field. Sam was at the forefront, his jersey reading the number 88. I would have to ask him later why he chose that one.

I could also spot Dennis, with his broad shoulders, Brian, with his freakish tallness, and Caden, with his freakish shortness. I didn't even know that they were all on the team, but it didn't shock me one bit. Although, Caden did seem very out of place with how soft and small he was. I wondered if he got crushed out there.

I watched intently from my seat as the game began. I honestly had no clue what was going on, everyone appearing to just be running in random directions, doing random things. I quickly started to wish that I had payed more attention all of those times that dad was watching football.

All I knew was when to start cheering.

Which was quite a bit.

It turned out that our football team was really fucking good. They all were, but so was Sam. Hell, even Caden was phenomenal. It seemed that he had found an incredibly successful way around having a small body.

Millie and I, and everyone else, were on the edge of our seats the entire game. It was almost like watching a horror movie, your blood pumping fast with adrenaline, your whole body cheering when something went right, but there was always the constant underlying fear of things going wrong.

But nothing went wrong.

Our school won by a landslide, barely even putting up a fight. Though I didn't think the players would agree with me. They were all sweaty and breathing heavily, clearly having worked hard. I felt an overwhelming sense of pride for Sam, wanting nothing more than to run into his arms.

I obviously did not do anything of the sort, and instead stood up with Millie.

"That was so good!" Millie said delightfully.

I nodded, helping her pick up the blanket and and trash as we waited for our turn to exit the bleachers. My heart was beating rapidly with the urgency to get to Sam in time. The last thing I wanted was to miss him and not get to tell him how proud I was.

I did feel a little bit guilty for having never watched one of his games before, but I was sure that he would understand if I explained my situation. If my dad knew that I was even here, I would probably never hear the end of it. He would think that I was secretly into football, and that I was planning to join.

Neither of which was true.

I never cared for any sport, and would sooner die then join one.

When there was an opening, I dragged Millie through it, knowing that it would probably be the only one for a while. The field was full of people discussing the game, talking to the cheerleaders and the players.

"Do you need a ride home?" Millie asked from beside me, and I shook my head. "Did you actually bring your own car for once? That's shocking."

"I know right." I laughed, even though it was a lie. I had come here with Sam, and I was going to leave with him as well.

"Well, I just want to say that I'm really happy that you made time for me, Sawyer." Millie's face was so full of love, I could almost smell it. I felt a growing sense of guilt, because I had mostly come here for Sam. She didn't deserve someone like me, but I knew that she wouldn't have any of those words.

"Aw, love you, Millie." I pulled her in for a tight hug, expressing my love for her through affection because I couldn't bring myself to speak anymore than I had to.

"Love you more." She murmured into my ear, before swiftly pulling back. "I actually need to get going though, my dad wanted me home on a curfew."

I nodded, watching as she departed. Her parents were always weird like that, randomly implementing rules around the house - as though reforming their lack of parenting - only to forget about the rules in a week. She never really said it out loud, but I knew her parents as well as I knew my own.

I waited until she went deep inside of the parking lot before looking around. There were a lot of people who had already left, but there were also a lot who remained.

I dipped my hand into my pocket, fishing out a small key. I walked throughout the parking lot, dodging all of the people who were trying to leave. It seemed like it took forever before I finally got to Sam's car, and opened the door. I sat down with my head low, to make sure that anyone who might recognize his car, wouldn't notice that there was someone else sat in it.

I knew that it would probably be a while before he was back, so I pulled out my phone and sent him a quick text to let him know that I made it.

After having watched a few random YouTube videos, I was starting to grow restless. There was virtually no one left in the parking lot, besides most of the player's cars. Just when I contemplated leaving the car to find Sam myself, there was a knock on the window. I jumped, my heart almost stopping.

My first thought was that the druggies found me, but then I realized that I was being stupid. I looked up and my eyes met hazel ones.

He walked around to the driver's side, before plopping in as well.

I let out the long breath that I didn't even really realize I was holding in. Something about his presence was so relaxing. I was really starting to like Sam a lot. Though, I wouldn't fully admit just how much.

"What'd you think?" His voice was lighthearted and he held a sweet smile on his lips.

My face lit up with pride. "What'd I think? I thought that you guys did fucking fantastic!"

He laughed, making my heart skip a beat. "It wasn't that great."

"By the way, why'd you pick 88 as your number?" I decided to ask it right then, knowing that I would probably forget if I didn't.

There was something mystical in his eyes, the glimmer reminding me of the same one he had when he spoke about Middle Earth. "Eight is an infinite number, and double eight is even more enteral." I was realizing with a start, that Samson Warner was a major nerd. It brought a giddy grin to my lips, one that I couldn't seem to suppress.

Outside it was dark, the stars shining confidently. How long had it been since the sun set? I couldn't remember, since I was too focused on being with Sam. When had things changed so much? It all happened so suddenly, and now I couldn't myself. It's like falling from a cliff, my arms failing wildly, desperate to grab onto something. But I couldn't. Or maybe I could. I could always grab onto Sam.

We talked a bit longer before he began driving me home. I couldn't help noticing that he was biting his lip again. As much as I didn't want him to hurt himself, I also couldn't imagine a Sam that didn't do that.

It had been one week since our new journey began, yet it felt like a lifetime. How much longer would it last? I wished I knew, it would be nice to finally know things for a change. But right then, I simply gazed out of the window at the passing stars, listening to Sam humming to himself. His blonde hair was soaked, showing that he had showered before coming to find me.

It didn't take long before my house was fast approaching. The car came to a slow stop and I turned to look at the boy beside me.

In the silence, not even his goodnight kiss disrupted it.

Though, the beating of my heart did.

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