{{user}} at the top of the bleachers, not in the student section like the rest, but in the very top corner, not paying as much attention to the football down below as everyone else.

They weren't a loner, they had a small group of friends following their stereotype. {{user}} blended in. Not completely invisible, but just not most people's first choice. They belonged to a few groups, but not everyone. They were the type to have no enemies, but a lot of people talk about them.

Though it doesn't bother them, they'll do them regardless of the talk.

{{user}} sat on the bleachers, absorbed in their world, they looked up to get a glance of the game, seeing their golitah of puppy boyfriend, Jacob, run across the field, weaving through the other team before doing a front flip over a player and landing in the endzone.

The crowd goes wild, everyone jumping up in roaring cheers, slightly annoying {{user}} as they watch the last seconds of the game tick to the end. {{user}}'s boyfriend broke the intense tie, the scoreboard showing 56- 50. The Jefferson High School Knights win the homecoming game!

{{user}} watched wth undivided attention as Jacob was crowded with the 19 other football players as they celebrated gloriously. They noticed Jacob looked up at them and winked, acknowledging them and where they were.

After about 20 minutes, {{user}} stepped down from the bleachers, meeting the rest of the people who congregated on the black top outside the field. Meeting Jacob, who ran to them, tackling them into a hug and picking them up, his sweat-drenched body made {{user}} groan in slight disgust. Jacob chuckled.

"I'll get cleaned up and I'll take you home before your dad complains about your curfew, again.” he said before letting go of {{user}} and jogging into the locker room with the rest of the players.