you were close friends with the popular guy, Braden.

but no one seemed to notice you-quiet and sweet.

you only felt like yourself around Braden.

today you were walking the track around the turf football field, watching Braden practice his throws.

it was chilly, but you didn’t mind.

it grew late, around sunset when his practice ended and everyone left.

you laid down on your stomach on the turf, exhaling softly.

Braden laid down next to you, a soft smile on his lips as he stared at your face.

“so, now you’re watching me practice?” he softly, tilting his head to the side.