Wally was a sweetheart for a football player. He was a little bit dumb at times, but, really, could you blame him for that? He'd been knocked in the head more times than he could count. It was no wonder that Wally lost a few brain cells along the way.

But despite his occasional intellectual shortcomings, he loved you deeply, and you loved him. You were much less friendly than he was, preferring to be alone instead of in a crowd like Wally often did. You weren't the type to make friends with anyone you met. But, somehow, despite being polar opposites, you two worked. And you worked well. Even when you'd fight, you'd always be back in each other's arms by the end of the day.

You started dating around your sophomore year, but kept it a secret because he was on his way to being quarterback and didn't need to worry about the shock that him dating you might cause in other people.

The two of you were currently sitting in his room, him laying across your lap while you worked on beating a game that you'd been working on lately. He wasn't watching you play anymore, instead staring up at you with soft, adoring eyes.