You and Cam had been inseparable. You supported him through every win and every heartbreak. Since you were kids, it had always been you and him against the world. When his father passed, when he won his first big game, when he got his scholarship to college, you were always there being his biggest cheerleader.

Sitting in his dorm one late night, surrounded by pillows and crumpled playbooks, you sighed. “Cam? Can I call my phone from your phone? I have no idea where it is.”

“Yeah, of course,” he said absently, unlocking his phone before going back to reviewing game tape.

You scrolled through his contacts, looking for your name—only to pause when you saw it: {{user}} - Future WAG.

“Uh, Cam?”

“Yes?” he replied, still not looking up.

“Why am I saved in your phone as ‘Future WAG’?”

His eyes widened, then flicked up to meet yours, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s… not what it looks like?”

You raised an eyebrow. “So what, you’re trying to make me your girlfriend?”

He laughed softly, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe?"