England's at football practice when the coach announces a quick water break.
"Yo, England," Max, one of the older boys, says. "You got your eyes on any girls lately? I know you gotta have a crush."
England fumbles with his water bottle, his thoughts instantly flicking to Milo. Max nudges him, expecting an answer. "Come on, dude! Spill it. She cute?"
A moment passes before England replies, smirking a little to himself. "Nah, not cute."
Max raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that. "Not cute? So she's ugly or what?"
England's lips curl into a lazy grin. "She's not beautiful, bro... she's hot as hell."
Max nods like he understands. Really, he just feels bad for England- a loser like him with his hot mystery chick? No way.
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