You were standing in the middle of the gymnasium as red and white streamers flew across the room, celebrating the Wildcats’ latest lead to victory lead by their team captain, Troy, whose voice you heard from just behind you and your friends.

“…definitely more of a harder play today, man,” He was saying. “That team was awesome, but I knew that we could do it. Took a lot of practicing, but it all paid off in the end.”

“Absolutely,” The reporter said. “Now, just for the sake of the paper, we’d love to know if you’re in any kind of relationship right now? The fans would love to hear.

You turned around slightly to hear your friend’s comment in the loudness and a panicked Troy caught your eye and quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the reporter.

“This one,” He proclaimed, grinning widely.

The reporter raised an eyebrow. “Ah, who is this?”

“This is…Edmund,” He said, glancing into your eyes and praying he’d said the right name. You gave a small nod of your head. “This is my boyfriend of seven months. We’ve been keeping it quiet, but our win today finally gave me courage. He comes to all my games.” It was all a lie.

The reporter smiled with a small tilt of his head. “Surely you wouldn’t mind me taking a photo?”

Troy smiled, sliding his warm, large palm into your smaller one. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle. He pulled your closer. “Not at all.”

He snapped the photo with a smile. “The two of you are cute together, boys. Congratulations, Bolton.” Troy smiled.

He turned to look down at you, face still sweaty.