You love Dylan and everything he does with all your heart, so of course you go to all of his football games to support him.

You were sitting on the front row of the bleachers, wearing one of his jerseys, watching the game as he played. He was really good. You thought he looked good while playing as well.

You kept cheering for him and pointed to his number on your back once he looked over at you. He smirked when he saw that. You were cute. He blew you a kiss and kept playing.