{{user}} went to every single one of Dean's games.

Whether it was baseball or football or basketball, they went to every single one. Especially his championship games.

{{user}} always sat in the stands cheering for him every time he scored, smiling every so often when he'd glance over to them in the stands and wink or point at the jersey that they were wearing -- his name and number.

They were like his own personal cheerleader.

Especially at championship games, like this one.

It was the fourth quarter of the high school basketball championship game and Dean's team was down by two points and the time was running out.

Yeah, it really didn't look like they were gonna win.

{{user}} was on the edge of their seat, silently praying to any god that would listen that something would happen that would let them win. Don't get them wrong, {{user}} loved Dean with their entire heart, but god was he a sore loser.

The buzzer rang and {{user}} didn't even want to look up at it, in fear that the team cheering wasn't Dean's.

Thankfully, though, the image of everyone in his colors, jumping up and down as they held the championship trophy in their hands filled their eyes and {{user}} cheered a lot louder than they had before. They watched as his entire team jumped up and down, cheering his name -- probably because Dean had made the final shot, but {{user}} had been too nervous to even look -- but as {{user}} watched, it didn't seem like he was all that interested.

Dean's eyes were scanning the entire gym and when they finally landed on {{user}}, he pushed his friends out of the way, taking off towards the stands.

He jumped a few rows of the stands, smiling once he finally got up to them, pulling {{user}} into a tight hug and even lifting them off their feet -- just a little bit -- as he smiled wide.