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The roaring of students in the bleachers was deafening, pouring out of the stadium and into the line where Baseball and I stood. After finally finishing my eyeliner, we took Baseballs car to the game, saves on gas and parking! He was wearing the schools jersey, and a regular pair of jeans. He was underdressed for my standards, but it was the usual for him. Just then a group of freshmen started chanting in the line behind us. Jesus, they could not be any louder, and the game hasn't even started yet.

"Hey," I nudge Baseball's side, "when we get let in, we should make a beeline for the concession stand, I've got a feeling they'll sell out of airheads pretty quickly."

He blinked down at me, "hm? Oh, yeah, sounds like a plan. Then we can hang out on the hill, we're supposed to be meeting Suitcase there."

Even the mention of her name made me feel strange, as if there were hot coals in my throat and ice on my limbs. Its something I've never felt before, and I wish it could just go away sometimes. Usually being around Baseball will replace that feeling, a general warmth takes over instead, like when you eat something with just the right amount of spice. Both of them being around at the same time, though, that was a whole different experience.

"If she even decides to show up..." I mutter.

"Nickel! She'll be there," Baseball frowned, "don't be so sour."

"Sorry, Base-Face, I can't help it," I winked beneath the eyeliner I wore. He quickly turned away, seeming to cover a cough, before stepping forward to the ticket check in. The older woman running the show held a scanner, quickly checking both of our tickets before ushering us in to attend to the next group of teenagers.

"Let's go," I move to be in front of Baseball, leading the way to the concession stand through the crowds, mostly seems like the marching band kids who've not been told where they need to be yet. Baseball has no trouble moving through the people, briefly waving to say hello to Cheesy and Apple, holding their trumpet and bass drum respectively. I gag at the thought of having to deal with Cheesy with a Trumpet, who was stupid enough let this happen? I shake the thoughts from my head, though, dragging Baseball away from the two and towards my long awaited airheads. Luckily the line was still short.

"God, more and more lines and crowds..." Baseball murmured.

"If you don't want to wait, maybe you can go see if Suitcase is here yet?"

Baseball turned his gaze over to the hill where most of the students would watch the game, "you sure? Did you bring the cash to buy em, or am I paying for them again?"

"Oh, please, you think I'd make you pay for me more than once a week? What kind of monster do you think I am?" I teased, "Yes, I can pay for them, just go get comfy! I'll grab you something too, if you want."

Baseball nodded after a moment, "just a Dr.Pepper, thanks," and swiftly left just as I reached the front of the line. Ordering, paying, and grabbing the snacks and shoving them in my pockets, I turn around and start to follow him.

Rounding the corner from the front side of the bleachers, I spot Baseball sitting on a small blanket with Suitcase, chatting and laughing. I sigh, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling on my skin, and approach them.

"Hey, Suitcase! Glad you could make it!" I smirk.

"Oh, hey, Nickel!" She grins, popping a skittle into her mouth.

Baseball holds out his hand, "drink, please," which I oblige quickly, passing off the cold can to his pale fingers. I take a moment to seat myself between the two on the blanket before opening one of the airheads from my pocket.

"Not even a thank you?"

I made the mistake of paying too much attention as Baseball removes the can from his lips, smiling sheepishly, "oh, yeah, thanks man."

"Anyways, Suitcase, this is your first football game, right?" I ask in an attempt to distract myself from these weird feelings, despite already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, I've never been to one of these, though I have been to a soccer game before but it wasn't this crowded," her voice wavered slightly as she spoke, "and it was also during the day, it's quite dark out already..."

"Yeah, it makes it more fun though, that's for sure!" Baseball piped up, and I chewed on the candy.

"But you like the crowds, I just think they're annoying than anything."

"Same here," Suitcase followed up, leaning back to lay on the blanket, her stomach slightly showing as the bottom of her sweater rose. I turn my gaze to the football field as soon as I notice this, "I don't mind the night time though, the breeze feels great and I don't have to worry about getting sunburnt!"

"Do you get sunburnt easily too?" Baseball gawks, chuckling to himself, "I used to get teased over being as red as a tomato during middle school sports season."

"Oh that's awful!"

"It really wasn't that bad-" he laughed more openly, turning and leaning backward to look at Suitcase, his arm touching mine. A shiver ran down my spine.

"Still, it's not nice to tease someone like that," She frowned, "I've got friends who've been treated badly and it always starts with teasing like that..."

Thankfully the marching band started playing, giving me a chance to end this torment, "oh, the bands playing! They're kinda terrible, honestly, I'm going to go use the bathroom."

"Oh, alright!" "'Kay, don't fall in."

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Ducking through a gap in the fence that blocked people from hiding behind the bleachers, my heart was pounding. 'This is fucking horrible.' I splash cool water from a flask I brought onto my cheeks, making sure not to smudge my eyeliner. I slid down onto the ground, surrounded by the wrappers of consumed snacks that fell through the cracks. Staring at myself in the reflections of the beams of the bleachers, my usual tan skin had been replaced with a pinkish hue. 'This is not ok,' I place a hand on my forehead. 'Why all of a sudden is my mind betraying me like this?'

I hear some chain clanking and giggling coming from somewhere else. Figure it must be some lovey-dovey couple hiding away so they can make out, or whatever. Not like I care, but if they go any further than kissing I'll have to leave my moping spot... I open my phone, the harsh blue light illuminating my face, before I get a text from Baseball.

Baseball: Hey, Suitcase said she was going to see another friend for a moment, if you plan on coming back.
Nickel: oh ok.

I bite my lip in thought.

Nickel: ya wanna meet me by the other side of the bleachers? I'm omw back rn.
Baseball: sure, one sec.
Nickel: cool

I shove the phone back into my pocket, standing back up and dusting dirt and grass off the back of my legs. I attempt to avert my gaze from the two people that I pass on my way out, but I recognize that head of red curls anywhere... I do a double take.

God. Fucking. Dammit.

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