Unspeakable Crew Oneshots

Never in a Million Years (James x reader)

I can't believe I'm here right now. I'm surrounded by people bundled up in the chilly air, cheering as people play on the field in front of us. The yelling is so loud that I think I'm gonna have a headache after this. Still, I shout with the other fans and wave my sign crazily. The sign reads 'I love you #12!' since that's his number. I barely understand what is happening, but I feel like I have to be here. Despite the yelling, my mind goes back to when we first met.

The school was buzzing with the latest victory by the rugby team. Almost everyone was hyped because of the win and the school actually had hung up decorations. Me, I wasn't big on sports at all so all of this was just annoying. I was packing up for the day when the rugby team came walking down the hall. Everyone was cheering and swarming around them. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and ignored them. A fleeting image of Mean Girls popped into my head and I laughed a bit at the thought. I turned back to my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. When I shut the locker door, I jumped at the guy behind it. It was arguably the most popular guy on the team.

"Hey cutie. You wanna go on a date with me?"

I blankly stared at him for a second. I didn't really know him that well, and here he was asking me out on a date. I looked around at everyone staring at us. A lot of girls had jealous looks on their faces. The guys had smug expressions. I knew I couldn't say no and not get blasted by everyone here. I closed my eyes, breathed through my nose and said, "Sure."

Loud cheering brings me back to the present. I cheer and clap my hands too. Back when we first started dating, I felt like I was obligated to come to these games, even if I didn't want to. There were several times he had to convince me to go. Thinking back on it, I lose focus on the game happening in front of me.

"Please Babe, you're my girlfriend. You gotta come to one of my games."

"I told you. I'm not a big sports fan."

"Please? It would mean a lot for you to be there." He gave me big puppy dog eyes and I couldn't easily say no.

"Same thing you said last time. Then I found you kissing that cheerleader under the bleachers."

"Babe, I told you. She cornered me and kissed me. I didn't wanna kiss her. You're the only one I wanna kiss. Please?"

I caved. "Fine. I'll go. But no kissing cheerleaders under the bleachers."

His smile immediately made me feel a bit better, as did his next comment. "You're my only cheerleader."

The yelling brings me back yet again. Apparently the other team scored. Mass boos surround me. I shake my head as my boyfriend angrily pushes his hair back before getting his head back in the game. The cheerleaders on the sidelines made a human pyramid and are cheering for the school. One cheerleader looks over at me and gives me an angry glare. I roll my eyes and wave at her with a sickly sweet smile. Just like Wednesday. Soon my thoughts vanish back to that second game I attended.

That game was a win for his team. When I was walking under the bleachers, he wasn't there. And that's where we always met. No cheerleaders kissing my boyfriend and no boyfriend to speak of. I was waiting under the bleachers when I heard my boyfriend and that cheerleader Wednesday coming. I ducked under the bleachers and hid in the shadows.

"Why are you still with her? Dating (Y/n) was just supposed to be a bet from the other cheerleaders. Why are you still with her and not me?"

"Wednesday, I told you. I don't care if it was just a stupid bet. I really care about her."

"Well you learned to care about her," Wednesday said, walking up to my boyfriend. "You'll learn to care about me."

"No I won't. I didn't know it before but I really cared about her then."

"Shut up. You don't care about her. You just think you do because you spend too much time with her. Give me a chance."

She pulled him into a kiss and he angrily shoved her away.

"Why did you do that? You know what happened last time (Y/n) came to a game she found you kissing me."

"What about those times she didn't come?"

I bit back a gasp. He kissed her before?

"I told you then like I'm telling you now. I don't like you that way. Now leave me and (Y/n) alone."

"She doesn't have to know."

"Oh, but I already do," I said as I crawled out from under the bleachers.

"(Y/n)!?" Wednesday shouted in shock.

"Do me a favor and stay away from my boyfriend."

I angrily grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the fuming cheerleader. When we got into the parking lot, a light rain had started.

"I don't think I've ever seen that kind of anger from you. It's kinda hot too."

"Well, she got me mad. And I still can't believe you didn't tell me she kissed you before."

"I didn't wanna upset you."

"Well, at least I know now. I just wish you would have told me before I found out this way."

"I'm sorry Babe."

"You're fine, Handsome."

"Handsome. Is that my new nickname?"

"No. You're nickname is probably gonna be 12."

"Because that's the number on my jersey?"

"Obviously."

My mind comes back as a final loud roar drags me back to the present. We won. I immediately smile and hold my sign in the air. I see him smiling and pointing at me. I drop the sign and I stick my hands up in the air with one finger up on one hand and two fingers up on the other hand. He puts his hands up, mirroring mine but so it reads 21 to me.

Back when I first started high school, I never wanted to come to a game. I hated how preppy it was, how loud people cheered, and how intense the fans are. Now I'm in the stands with a sign waving it frantically and cheering with everyone. He runs up to the gate and I hop down the bleachers to him. He pulls me over the fence and I hug him tightly. We kiss and the crowd, save for Wednesday, cheer. We pull apart and rest our foreheads together.

"Do you remember when I hated coming to your games?"

"Yeah. Now you come because you want to."

"Nah. I just come for you."

"Thanks for the honesty. Now, you coming to next week's game?"

"Are you playing?"

"Of course."

I shake my head and sigh. "James Amendola, what have you done to me."