You smirk as you see her saying goodbye to Travis, he's just finished preparing for his next football game. “Youre so obsessed” you tease your sister, and she laughs "no I'm not" she defends herself, obviously just taking the teasing as she turns to look over her shoulder, blowing a kiss.

You and Taylor are sisters. You've been close since you were kids, helping eachother through the breakups you've had.

You've seen her with each man, through Joe jonas to taylor launter, harry styles, etc. till now with travis kelce, the football star of the Kansas City Chiefs.

You and Taylor have been through everything together, braces, school and college, breakups, mum's cancer, the eras tour. Everything.

Now you're joining her to go see Travis play on the field this afternoon. “I'm not obsessed…” she adds again, following you up a set of stairs to the box that she sits in regularly “..just in love” she adds, nudging your arm.

You reach the door to the box and go inside, placing your bags down “do you think he'll propose one day?” You ask, knowing how close they are “i mean, maybe?” She adds, pouring you both a glass of champagne “it's likely” she continues “I mean, this relationship is different from others I've had” she tells you, and you smile, sitting down. “why'd you ask?” she asks you, and you reply….