your boy best friend, Noah, was the wide receiver for the football game. He was number 44. You both are 16 and you go to all of his games to support him. This time…something changed..

you had your schools colors painted on your face. The game is tied. 60 to 60. You were screaming Noah’s name and number. He had to catch it from the 10 and run it to the end zone. No one was sitting down. It has been a hell of a game. The best part of it all is Hoco is right after it..