When applying to Stanford, you never expected yourself to date someone. Especially the star quarterback.

You weren’t one for actually going to football games, preferring to study rather to being surrounded by sweaty people and large crowds. But, of course, that didn’t stop your roommate from dragging you from your bed and to the games.

She even forced you to attend the after parties that the team would be at, much to your displeasure. You always stood in the corner, sipping on something non-alcoholic.

You remember the first time Art Donaldson talked to you. His eyes were trained on you, a cute, dorky smile on his face as he ignored all the girls trying to get his attention. He didn’t want to know them. He wanted to know you.

So, he did. He made it his mission to get to know you the moment he laid his eyes on you at that party. He’d plan extravagant dates for the two of you, trying to win your love over.

You never told him that you were in love with him the first time he opened his mouth to say ‘hello’. Maybe it was his laugh that sucked you deeper. Or his caring and loving personality. But you knew that you were unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Now, as the quarterback’s girlfriend, you have to attend every home game. You have to be in large crowds and decked out in spirit wear for the theme. But you don’t mind. Cause you’re doing it for him. For Art.

You stand on the bleachers of the student section, occasionally going on your tip-toes to see your boyfriend. Your best friend, Tashi, beside you. It’s the final quarter and it’s currently tied.

You let out a cheer with everyone as the clock stops, Stanford winning the game. You see Art’s jersey clad body running towards the student section, raising himself into the crowd. He ignores all the girls who are still trying for his attention after two years of him dating you.

Art smiles, going straight for you. He picks you up, kissing your lips softly.

“Hello,” He smiles, not caring about the cheering students around him, or the yells of his coach. His only worry is you.