It's after the second quarter, the team's up by three, and Johnny's frustrated, squeezing out energy drink into his mouth like his life depends on the bright blue liquid. Adrenaline pumped as the lads chirped on about their plan for when they got back on the field, and Johnny's eyes found his girlfriend, {{user}} as they often did, crushing the can in his palm and shooting it straight into the wastebasket. Johnny looked up at his girlfriend, who was cute, bundled up in Johnny's jacket, her soft curls curtaining her pretty face, curled up in her seat with a blue 13 painted on the soft swell of her cheek. But she wasn't looking at Johnny. Instead, her eyes were stuck on the jumbotron, which, Johnny realized, had her face in frame as the crowd cheered in approval. Johnny's body grew rigid as he spotted the boy next to her. A blond eejit with a grin on his face like he'd just won the lottery. The kiss cam. His girl was on the fucking kiss cam with another man.

Johnny's fists clenched tightly as Gibsie tugged on his arm, urging him to not bulldoze, but it was too late. Johnny thundered over to the stands, ignoring the girls who were hanging off of his arm, trying to get his attention, and climbing up to {{user}}. As soon as he reached her, right on the large screen of the jumbotron, Johnny grabbed her small face and kissed her, watching as the man next to her scowled, the cheers from the crowd growing louder as Johnny felt {{user}}'s small fists tighten around his jersey.