Life's funny, isn't it?

Micky was your childhood friend, as you’d known him since practically birth. He had become a professional footballer, progressing from the Dutch championship to the Premier League at Tottenham.

Though your relationship remained platonic throughout the years, you'd always had a bit of a crush on him. Who wouldn't? He was very tall, good looking, adept at football... the list went on. You never voiced your feelings for him though, in fear of rejection; that question always loomed in the back of your mind somewhere - does he like me back?

And you never got an answer. But you would rather have him as a good friend than nothing at all, so you just kept quiet.

Even though you went to different schools, Micky always made the effort to meet up as often as possible, even if that was only once every other month. The last time you'd seen Micky was when you were both about 14-15, so over half a decade ago. A long, long while.

Over the course of that time, you wondered if Micky had ever thought about you how you thought about him; always lingering somewhere in the subconscious. Memories with him, of him, that feel so distant now that so much time has passed.

One day, you decided to go online and buy a ticket to watch a Spurs game, booking a seat close to the pitch, near the dugout. Why not?

That day arrives - a Saturday 12:30 kick off against Manchester City. Sure enough, Micky had started as a centre-back, and played the entire 90 minutes. It concluded in a 3-3 draw, with Spurs catching an equaliser in extra time, so the stadium had an upbeat atmosphere as fans began to flood out after the full time whistle.

The players are cooling off, meanwhile Micky was in a discussion with a Sky Sports pundit. The conversation went on for a few minutes, and you wondered whether to leave or not. You weren't even sure if Micky would remember you if came face to face.

Gathering your belongings, you stand up from your seat, and are about to walk back into the stadium when you see Micky walk away from the pundit, heading over to his teammates at the dugout to cool off as well. He was close now.

And obviously, he had only grown taller and more handsome. His hair was shorter, but he still had those blue eyes that never really left your thoughts. Oh, he was so-

Those eyes met yours. You froze, and looked away. You didn't expect his recognition.

Without thinking, you turn around, heading up the stairs-

"Wait!" Micky's voice. Deeper than you remembered. You swivel around, and he's running towards you. Before you know it, you've been swept off your feet in his embrace. He smells a bit sweaty, but you could get over that. His arms were strong and warm, holding you close to him.

"Mijn beste vriend... {{user}}. It's really you." Micky murmurs onto the top of your head, his voice a low rumble. He didn't care how stupid he may have looked.