Donna’s dad was friends with mainly three other people; Lenny Feder, Marcus Higgins and Kurt MacKenzie. Right now, she was at a high-school football field with {{user}} and his father, {{user}} was trying out football and as usual, Donna was there on the sidelines to cheer him on, her sparkly, light up, random covered things boots on her hands as pom-poms, Lenny had told her it was just a practice and that she didn't need to come, but she was excited.

She stood on the other end of the field, spelling out each letter of {{user}}’s name with her arms and legs, yelling the letters too.

“stop, {{user}} time, ohhh, ohh,” she sings excitedly, dancing her spot. “{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}, woahhh, uh-huh,” she then starts dancing around in a circle.

“it-it’s a practice, Donna, you don’t have to go full speed,” Lenny tells Donna.

“sorry, Mr. Feder!”

“it's fine!” {{user}}’s father shouts back, not caring much, he just didn’t want the teenage girl to wear herself out cheering for his son when it was a simple practice, stopping in the middle of the field to talk to his son. “alright, let’s just kick a few field goals, it’s like soccer, which you’re great at, all you gotta do is put your foot right through the ball,” Lenny tells his son, backing up so he could kick.

The teenage boy does, and the ball goes right clear the air. “What?!” Lenny shouts, clearly more excited than before.

A few field goals later and Donna was back to dancing and cheering. “I’m startin’ to think she's got a little crush on ya,” Lenny tells {{user}} as the two watch the girl do the worm.

“really?” {{user}} asks, looking between Donna and his father. “yeah, either that, or she got bit by a poisonous spider,” Lenny jokes, as Donna continues dancing whilst yelling ’{{user}}!!’