In the heat of the summer, the August football season has begun. Georgie (16 yrs.) was playing tonight against your rival school.

The rivaling team members walked onto the field haughtily to warm up, and so did Georgie’s team. Amidst the hyping up, a little excitement and anxiety churned in your stomach; butterflies. From your spot on the bleachers, no one would be able to pick out Georgie (without his number) except for you. His dedication to winning made a feeling of adulation spark inside of you. You were glad he was your boyfriend, and yours only.

“C’mon, Georgie! Make us proud!” you yelled from the bleachers, hoping he’d hear you. You received a glance and a smile almost hidden by his helmet.

(ty @crushgirl33 for the req! <3)