it was 8pm on a friday night in 2003. your boyfriend sat in the front row of the school bleachers, happily cheering you on as you scored another goal.

he happily shot up, hitting his friend jaime in the process. the taller male only giving vic a small glare before watching the field again, vic too busy cheering to notice.

“thats literally my {{user}}, guys! god arent they jus’ amazing?!” he happily spoke to his friends, finally noticing jaime’s glare once he sat back down. “..sorry?”