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This is one hundred percent, without a doubt, a love story. One that does not cause butterflies but one where both the characters and the readers kick their feet in the air in cuteness - awaiting what the next page upholds.
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For the next 24 hours since me and Melody's date I could not stop smiling. There is no way that Melody Jane Carlo is mine. After months of pinning she's finally mine? No fucking way.
I feel like I could jump over the moon. Melody is my girlfriend. And I'm her boyfriend. What did I ever do to ever fucking deserve even a portion of what she's given me?
The answer is nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. But I have her nonetheless and I am never letting go. If someone wants to take her away they'll have to fucking pry her out of my arms.
She's mine and I'm hers.
Years of wondering if I was ever going to find a girl that would love me is finally over. I'm no longer a single man. I am now Melody's.
"Dude! Coach is calling us out to the field. You need to get your head in the game." Jordan slaps my shoulder while making his way to the field for our home game against Texas Longhorns.
He's right. I probably look like the world's biggest idiot the way I'm smiling and staring at the wall. But it makes sense because my girlfriend is the only thing on my mind. Shaking my head I grab my helmet and make my way to the loud field.
The stadium roars at my appearance but I look around for a specific brown haired girl that said that she was going to be here. After a minute of searching the green and orange sea of colors I find Melody in white pants and a small green shirt.
My smile only grows as she locks eyes with me. For a moment everything stops. Like it's just me and her in the world. Like it did the other night at the carnival.
A whistle blows and I find coach scolding me on the sideline. Running over to him I hope he's not too angry at me for being late out on the field.
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The boys surround Jordan as he scores the game winning touchdown. I step back from them taking my helmet and looking back at Melody. This win is all for you, pretty girl.
I smile at her as she watches me with trained eyes and motions to me that she'll meet me at my Jeep. I give her a nod before getting tackled by some of the boys. More specifically Jordan.
"Nationals here we come baby!" He yells.
I laugh, "we still have the half of the season, Jordan."
"I don't know, I have a feeling this year."
I stare at him like he's lost his head. "Why are you so optimistic?"
"No reason."
He hums as he skips to coach. He fucking skips. Is he dying? What the fuck is happening with him? Maybe he's finally met a girl-oh Kent you crack me up.
