The meeting

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by GradeALoser

by GradeALoser

"AND BIG DADDY CLEM HITS THE HOME RUN"

the commentator yelled, everyone around you leapt up cheering excitedly and you joined in with equal enthusiasm. Jaw going slack and throat burning as you screamed in joy over the winning run.
   You were Gettum Desroyur's biggest fan, with posters and figures sprawled all over your college dorm.
   The twenty-two on your jersey was worn with pride that day as Gettum hit his big run and made a name for himself.
   You watched him celebrate, starry-eyed and felt your heart throb in your chest as you made eye contact with the man himself.
   The commentator's obnoxious voiced boomed on about his history and stats but it all melted into background static as you gazed into his eyes.
The look he gave you made the world stand still and it made you understand why they called him "Big Daddy Clem" after he had made his big appearance in your fantasies.
   Clem took the ball and grabbed a sharpie, quickly scribbling "BIG DADDY 22" onto the ball, his bleach blonde hair blew in the light breeze and his forehead jutted out spectacularly.
   He look incredibly prideful past his permanent terrified expression as he tossed it into the crowd. A child in front of you was about to grab it but you snatched it away and held it up jumping for joy as you did.
   With the game won you began to exit the huge stadium.

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   As you walked through the lobby you bumped into a meek shoulder and quickly apologized, mildly disgusted by the sweat that rubbed off on you.
   "Oh- I'm sorry" you stated before quickly noticing the brunette beard and curly blonde mullet you were faced with, you hadn't just bumped into anybody you had bumped into Gettem Desroyur. He apologized, which made you blush profusely.
"Who're you?" He asked with his thick southern accent.
"I'm your biggest fan! My name is Y/N and I love watching you play!"
   Getter's Popeye arms were as thick as his head was wide and his badonkadonk was like two juicy watermelons that fought with his pants as he walked.
   Desroyur was your ideal man, you wanted to reach up and run your fingers through his beard before parting his small lips and kissing them.
You held your fantasy in as he inquired about you.
   "Do you play? You've got a nice build for the sport and fans of mine tend to be strong hitters" he winked and smiled at you.
   "I wish! I played in high school but I'm studying biochemistry for a lab tech job at university nowadays" you said sheepishly, scratching your neck awkwardly.
"Chemistry huh? I've never been a science guy, all brawn not many brains" he said as he held back the urge to take you in his arms.
"You're very handsome so you don't need to be smart" you flirted, tucking your hair behind your ear.
"Haha! You're quite the charmer! Wanna get a drink with me?" He asked chuckling lightly as you turned beet red.
"Yeah! Yeah.. of course! you know I've always wanted to play with the Red Sox but I never got to the big leagues"
"Well, when you're Big Daddy Clem it's pretty easy to help an old sport get into the big leagues.."
"You mean it!? We've barely met!" You stated with enthusiasm before recoiling insecurely.
   "I don't have much time these days, and I'm not very good. I'd have to work on my skill through Uni if I could ever dream of getting into the Red Sox with Desroyur himself"
   He let out a hearty laugh and slapped your back like a dude bro, his small eyes closing in joy.
   "You're real funny know that? I can train your sport!"
   "You can?!" You asked in shock his 6'2 body towering over you, and his bright smile charming you beyond belief.
   "Yeah, but I think we should get out of here before I have a swarm of fans.." he stated glancing over the huge crowd of people only being held back by his security.

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Had he purposely run into you? His security would have kept him away from anyone in the way so he must've!
You giggled to yourself cheekily as you moved through the crowd holding his large calloused hand.
You knew he and you would have a wonderful future together and you smiled at his small pale face.