All American: One Shots

"Congratulations Eagle,".

Prompt: Recreate the infamous football scene in season one episode one. But this time Layla does not interrupt.

Episode: Season One, Episode One

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The thunderous roar from the crowd erupted in cheers from Beverly winning their home game 26-24. It'd felt as if they'd won state and from the energy around him, he could only imagine how would the crowd react then. He was hungry enough to smell it. To hold the trophy in his hand, and to feel that all of the struggles he went through was worth it.

JJ came from behind squeezing his shoulder pointing back at him. "You the man Spence! I see you! Good looking out!". Spencer's smile grew wider watching JJ yell excitedly jumping up and down.

Spencer looked around, while his smile never left his face. Even though his first week at Beverly had been rough, and feeling like part of the team hadn't been easy, nothing mattered at that moment. They won their first game of the season and hoping it was the first of many. Even though Spencer's body ached, he knew that nothing like an ice-cold bath would get him back right and ready for practice come Monday morning.

Making his way off the field his eyes spotted a familiar set beaming back at him. Slowing his steps to a complete stop, Olivia rushed over to him embracing him. "Congratulations!" she yelled followed by a scream. Without notice Olivia collided against Spencer, wrapping him in a tight hug. Taken by surprise, Spencer winced from the pain he'd already been in but didn't mind it nonetheless. Wrapping his arms around her mid-back he squeezed her tightly. "Thank you," Spencer smiled into her embrace. Quickly pulling back Olivia winced.

"Sorry for the hug! I get way too invested in these football games. Kind of comes with the territory, you know,". Spencer softly nodded. "So do you usually hug all the new guys?". Olivia let out a laugh. "Funny, smart, and clever. I see why my dad picked you to come play for him. The way you blocked number fifty-two is something special. How did you know?". Olivia turned catching Spencer off guard.

Her smile illuminated deeply interested in the conversation they were having. Taken aback, he never had a girl quite invested or even paid attention to the actual game rather how he looked on the field. But Olivia caught him by surprise, that she actually paid attention during the game.  And each conversation he had with her, seemed to draw them closer together.

"You weren't kidding when you said you get invested," Spencer met her gaze. Quickly avoiding his, she shyly smiled tucking her loose curls behind her ear looking down at the ground. "Like I said it comes with the territory. My father was an NFL player so I kind of grew up around it. With my father now being the coach at Beverly and my brother on his team since freshman year, all they ever do is talk about plays around the dinner table. So I either had to adapt or be left behind. It was also a way to bond with them since that's all they ever talk about,". Olivia soflty spoke kicking the gravel beneath her. "So, how did you know to go after number fifty-two?" She quickly changed the subject.

Spencer stayed quiet listening to the girl beside him speak. Something he could tell she didn't do quite often. With her father invested in her brother's future career, and his coaching, he could tell just by the few conversations he had with her that she'd been lonely. Spencer's heart broke thinking that the prettiest girl he laid his eyes on was hurting deep down inside. Masking her pain, with the smile that brightened his day. She met his gaze giving him a sad smile when he now quickly looked down avoiding hers. Clearing his throat a smile spread on his lips trying to focus on the conversation at hand.

"I saw that he was hurt. He was limping on the field. It was an easy catch if you would pay close attention. All you gotta do is see the field. Just like off of it, you learn to read the room quickly where I come from. Saved me from a lot of bad situations growing up. It's nothing really, just gotta look at the whole picture and not just the little details. Everyone is so focused on the plays they are given and the positions they play they forget to look up every once and a while,". Olivia's mouth parted. "That's not nothing Spencer. What you have is a gift. You seeing the field is kind of like a superpower in a way,". Spencer turned to her scrunching his face, softening his gaze, he nudged her. "I guess in a way it is like a superpower,". "So what would be your kryptonite?" Olivia asked. Spencer thought for a moment. "On the field, would probably be a blind sided tackle. But off of it would be my mommas famous candid yams with toasted marshmallows on top or her mac and cheese,". Spencer smiled at the thought of his mother's homemade cooking. "It's that good?" Olivia asked. Spencer nodded shaking his head. "You should come over sometime and try it for your self. I'm telling you, you ain't lived until you tried her homemade meals,". "All you had to say is homemade and I'm there. Takeout is the way to my mom's heart,". "I'm learning that the hard way," Spencer softly laughed. "Takeouts Monday through Sunday. You'd wonder why my mom designed a whole chef's kitchen only to prefer takeout,". Spencer shook his head. "No kidding,". There laughter died down naturally looking up at the night sky seeing the billions of stars twinkle above them.