Playing The Field

Chapter 11

Taylor Swift

I'm not going to lie, I'm nervous. I don't usually get nervous. I can play sold-out stadiums with 100s of thousands of people and be fine, excited even. But tonight I'm nervous.

I've already been to one of Travis's games last week and that was so much fun but tonight feels different. I don't know why. Maybe it's the fact that this game will confirm it? Or that NFL fans and me don't go hand in hand? I'm not sure. So, like any normal person, I invited all my friends to come with me. And I mean all of them. What? I didn't want to have to go alone.

Blake, Ryan, Hugh, Austin and jump out of the car, making our way to security. I find it funny how only a couple of months ago I played 3 sold-out shows here and now I'm walking through a metal detector to watch my boyfriend's game. Boyfriend? He's not my boyfriend. Is he?

My eyes land on Sabrina and they go wide with joy. I quickly make my way over to her and crush her in a hug. She hugs me back but the height difference between us makes it harder than it needs to be. I pull away from her and look down at her shoes "How are you wearing those massive, chunky boots and still not past my shoulder" I giggle.

She batts my arm "Hey!" She laughs too "Not fair you're also wearing heels"

I pat her head jokingly. I hear Blake's heels walking up behind me and turn to Sab and say "It's so quiet don't you think"

Blake comes up behind me and responds "No, you're just used to having thousands of fans screaming when they see a cleaning cart" She cheeks her purse and grabs out her phone.

I link arms with Blake and Sab "I need a new disguise don't I?"

The game starts as soon as we get into the booth. I spot Travis immediately on the bench and point him out to Blake. He turns and looks up at me, taking his helmet off and smiling. My heart swoons and my stomach explodes with butterflies. Blake starts hitting my hip, teasing me about how down bad I am for this man.

Watching Travis play is amazing. I've always been an Eagles fan but the Chiefs are now a close second. Their team chemistry is incredible and I can tell that they all love Travis and he loves all of them. His confidence can be seen by anyone in the stadium and his joy shines off of him like rays of sunshine. His smile is tattooed into my brain and it makes me giddy everytime I think about it.

The game continued with a whirlwind of emotions. I was cheering, laughing, singing, dancing, even yelling at the refs sometimes but I was having fun. I was free and could be myself. That's what Travis did. He let me be me. He didn't expect anything from me. Didn't want to hide me away. Didn't put me on an unreachable pedestal. He treated me, well, like an actual human being and it was a breath of fresh air.