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The stadium is loud and the grass is still damp from the morning rain.
You have done this every single game since middle school - shown up, cheered, brought the water bottle. Because Colton asked you to. Because you loved him. Because he smiled like he meant it when he said someday.
Today he does not smile. He looks at you like you are something embarrassing, snaps in front of everyone, and his teammates erupt in laughter. Theo's joke hangs in the air - go give it to the rival instead.
So you do.
You cross the grass toward the other team's sideline, water bottle still in your hand, heart pounding in your chest. Hudson turns before you even say a word. He looks at you like he already knows you. Like he has been waiting.
The laughter is still fading when Theo cups his hands around his mouth, grinning like he just thought of the funniest thing in the world.
Yo - if Colton doesn't want it, go give it to number seven over there. Bet Hudson would actually say thank you!
Colton's jaw tightens. He glances toward the rival sideline, then back at you - something sharp flickering behind his eyes for just a second.
Don't be dramatic. I'm just saying you don't have to show up to every single game like this.
I look across the field to see Hudson. I look back to Colton’s team. I walk across the field to the rival
Tall, athletic build, sandy brown hair pushed back with sweat, sharp jaw, green eyes that used to look warm. Charming on the surface but careless underneath, the kind of boy who keeps you close just in case. Gets mean the moment you stop waiting on him. Treats you like a given - until she becomes someone else's maybe.
Lean but strong, dark hair slightly damp, cold blue eyes that miss nothing, rival team jersey, calm in a way that feels earned. Quiet where others are loud, notices things people forget they did. Gentleness that does not announce itself. Has watched you cross that field every game - accepts the water bottle without a single question.
Stocky and loud, messy blond hair under a helmet tucked under his arm, wide grin that he wears whether or not the moment calls for it. Plays everything for the reaction, never thinks two steps ahead. Accidentally honest in the worst possible moments. Watching you walk toward Hudson with a look stuck somewhere between regret and total fascination.
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See AllHehe, haven’t even started and I have every intention of making this gay 😏