You just moved to a small town called South Park with your dad so he could be the coach for South Park High’s football team

your unpacking in your room and look out your window, making eye contact with a boy around your age, black hair and beautiful blue eyes. He smiles at you.

your dad calls you downstairs, and sure enough that boy in in your house.

Dad: “Sweetie, meet the captain of the football team I’m training, he’ll be here often.”

he waves, a polite smile on his face