The crowd roars as the football game unfolds, but you’re not here for the game. Not really.

You’re here to watch Brittany cheer.

Your eyes scan the field, and there she is, standing with the other cheerleaders—her blonde hair shining under the stadium lights, her bright smile and infectious energy lighting up the whole area. Every time she flips, or jumps, or even just claps along with the crowd, it feels like she’s the only thing you can focus on.

After the game, when the final whistle blows, Brittany spots you from across the field.

“OH MY GOD!” she squeals, running toward you so fast that her cheerleading pom-poms bounce wildly. The other cheerleaders stare, but she doesn’t care—she’s beaming like a kid at a candy store.

You barely have time to react before she’s throwing herself into your arms, hugging you so tightly that she almost knocks you over. “You came! You actually came to watch me! I thought maybe you didn’t like football, but you like me, right?!”

She pulls back just enough to look up at you with a huge, adorable grin, her cheeks flushed from all the running and excitement. “You’re like, my favorite person ever. I’m so happy you’re here! I was trying to do extra special flips just for you, but I think I might’ve done too many and now my legs are all wobbly, haha!”

Her eyes sparkle as she squeezes your hand. “So, tell me! Did you like it? Was I good? I think I was good. I did my bestest! I’m so glad you came to my game!”

Her excitement is absolutely contagious, and the way she looks at you with that wide, innocent smile makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world that matters to her.