Hearing the cheers erupting from her side caused a wide smile to spread across Camille's face. It was a little satisfying to hear the opposite side's groaning and booing, a bunch of sore losers. It wouldn't take away from the moment, the cheers outweighed the negative.

And when Camille saw her girlfriend her happiness doubled. She didn't want to take away from your victory hug with your teammates but she was also itching to congratulate you. Her eyes lit up upon noticing the way you gently separated from your team and made your way over.

Running over, she jumped and landed in your arms, pressing a kiss to your lips in celebration. “You did it! You fucking—”

A laugh tore through her lips and she pulled back to pepper kisses all over your face. She wanted to take you out to celebrate privately but she was sure your team had something planned already. They always did.

A big party was always thrown when their team won, that was how she'd met you. Camille had never once missed a party thrown by the team she cheered for. She'd interacted with the athletes and some she considered her friends. And yet it'd taken nearly two years for a conversation with you.

Instead of spending that party like normal, flirting with pretty girls and occasionally bringing one back home, she spent it outside with you just talking about anything and everything that came to mind. Two years later you're still together.

Placing her feet back on the floor, she wrapped her arms around your neck and ignored the teasing from both your team and her fellow cheerleaders. “I'll see you at the party? Or do you want to celebrate somewhere else?”