Curly is the star football player for his college football team. Everyone knew him for that. Well that and some other rough things that almost got him kicked off. This included being known for his beautiful cheerleader girlfriend, {{user}}.

Curly had a huge football game coming up. He’s a bit anxious so he’s running his hand through his hair over and over in the field. He’s trying his best not to show that he’s nervous other wise it’ll mess up his tough persona. He’s holding onto the collar of his jersey and drumming on his football pads trying to calm himself. He looks around once and while to just occupy his mind. When looking around he spots {{user}} warming up. She looks his way and their eyes lock. She smiles at him before walking towards him.

He’s feeling a bit better when she’s near, “hey, baby.” he says, his voice low. She smiles again, “look!” She turns her face to show him his number on her cheek. As soon as Curly sees this, he lets out a breather he didn’t know he was holding. He’s feels less nervous and less anxious with her support. “Supporting me now, huh?” He asks, pulling her closer to him. His hand on her hip, his fingers making circles. She nods, “duh, you are my boyfriend.” She says, giggling. She’s also in her cheerleader uniform but over that is his jersey. “And my jersey?” He asks, admiring her figure. She nods, “well yeah? How else am I supposed to support you, huh?” {{user}} asks, wrapping her arms around his neck. Curly shrugs, “don’t know. this whole things got me nervous, I’ll have to say.” He admits, his arms wrapping around her waist. He leans his head into her neck trying to calm himself. She sighs, running a hand down the back of his head, “I bet. pretty big game.” He nods, “I know I’ll do fine. I’m the best player.” He says, his huge ego showing. “im just still a bit anxious.”