[ no one ask how i'm updating so fast my academic life is in shambles ]
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I'M NOT BEING HOMOPHOBIC, DAD!
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Emmett, Rosalie, and Esme were all on the bleachers, watching the final minutes of Frankie's first soccer game of the season. Forks was already winning by two points and the team could've phoned it in, but Frankie and her teammates were working hard to win by as many points as possible, knowing it would matter most when the season was at its end and they were competing to win state and go to nationals, which they'd failed to go to the previous year.
"Come on!" Rosalie shouted, getting to her feet as Frankie ran straight for the goal in the last few seconds. She'd become quite the fan of Frankie in the last year and even had her number painted on her cheek. "Run, Frankie!"
"She's got it," Emmett said, knowing no one would catch her. He never doubted Frankie's abilities on the field. "That's my fucking girl!"
"Emmett," Esme chastized. "There are children around."
Emmett just smiled sheepishly at her before looking at Frankie, who was at the other end of the field. But when one of the other players caught up to her and made a move to block her, she made an extra pass to Lakin Stewart, who was the one to kick the final goal as the whistle blew.
"She could've had that shot herself," Rosalie sighed as they all clapped for the outcome.
Esme smiled at her daughter. "And that's why you don't do well with team sports," she teased.
On the field, Frankie was lifting Lakin up in a huge hug while the rest of the team ran up to them to excitedly celebrate. But once that was over, a sweaty and grass-stained Frankie ran to meet her boyfriend, who caught her in his arms as she reached the bleachers.
"You killed it, babe," he said, grinning brightly.
"Yes, and that means you've earned a victory dinner," Esme told the girl, who perked up even more. "I hope you're hungry."
"She's always hungry," Rosalie said, rolling her eyes playfully.
"I forgot my extra clothes, so is it okay if Em takes me home real quick before I come over for dinner?" Frankie asked in a hopeful tone. "Don't wait for me though. Everyone else can start eating."
"I'll make sure there's plenty for you," Esme said, hugging the girl when Emmett finally released her.
Frankie waved goodbye to the two women before letting Emmett lead her by her hand to his Jeep, thankful he wasn't the kind of car guy that would care about her dragging mud into his car.
"So," Emmett said, smiling as she traced random shapes on the back of his hand that was resting on her thigh. "What are the odds your dad isn't home?"
"Low," she laughed. "I think Charlie was supposed to come over and they were gonna watch a football game. It's probably not over yet."
