you and antonio are under the bleachers during one of the most boring football games you two had gone to.

the main activity the both of you did was go out and talk, seemingly having the best times together.

antonio popped the last few of his french fries into his mouth, leaning against a pole that helped support the bleachers.

“this school is ass. we suck.” he says, ignoring all the social butterflies that were actually sitting on the bleachers. his dark eyes moved to look at you.