chris was the point-guard for the school basketball team, always running onto the court on game days with a shit-eating grin and his signature red headband.

number 3 was engraved in your memory as chris’s number. no matter where he was within the game your gaze would always land back onto him.

“make sure y’cheer nice ‘n loud for me, ma” chris pants breathlessly with a grin as he runs past you.