So High School - Tayvis One Shots

10: Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve had always held a special place in Taylor's heart, but this year was unlike any other. The festive cheer in the air carried a deeper significance—this was her first Christmas with Travis. Everything felt different with him. The sparkling lights seemed brighter, the cold December breeze warmer, and the magic of the season more palpable. She had experienced a lot in her life, but this...this love she had with Travis was the kind of thing she thought only happened in songs.

The stadium was alive with energy that afternoon. The Chiefs game, packed with fans wearing red and gold, was a perfect way to begin the day. Taylor pulled Travis's oversized jersey around her a little tighter, the fabric smelling faintly like him, and grinned as she sat with her family. Her dad, Scott, and mom, Andrea, flanked her on either side, both clearly excited about the game. Austin was there too, laughing as he chatted with Travis's mom, Donna, while Ed, Travis's dad, occasionally chimed in. It was an unusual but comforting sight—their families, so different, blending seamlessly.

Travis was focused on the field, and Taylor's heart swelled with pride every time she saw him move. He was powerful, precise, and every play was executed with confidence. She couldn't help but cheer loudly, her hands flying up as he made a big catch, and for a moment, the entire stadium felt like it was spinning around him. The connection they shared was so strong that, even with thousands of people watching, she felt as if it was just the two of them.

As the final whistle blew, signaling the Chiefs' victory, the crowd exploded into cheers. Taylor jumped up, clapping with excitement, her smile wide as her family celebrated around her. The players started making their way off the field, but Taylor had something else on her mind. She quickly made her way down to the field, eager to find Travis and share this moment with him. The energy of the stadium buzzed around her, but as she reached the edge of the field, her eyes scanned the sea of players and staff—no sign of him yet.

Travis, still on the high of the win, had only one thing on his mind: finding Taylor. His eyes darted across the field, skimming over the sea of faces, the buzz of the victory still in his veins. And then, there she was. He spotted her standing near the end zone, wrapped up in his jersey, her golden hair glinting under the stadium lights. He couldn't help but smile. His heart raced as he closed the distance between them, walking faster and faster until he was practically jogging.

When he reached her, there was no hesitation. His hands cradled her face, and before Taylor could even say a word, he pulled her into a passionate kiss. The moment their lips met, the stadium around them seemed to disappear. There was no roaring crowd, no cameras flashing—just them, locked in that perfect, heart-pounding moment. Taylor's hands slipped around his neck, pulling him closer, and when they finally broke apart, her eyes sparkled with emotion.

"God, I've been waiting all game to do that," Travis murmured, his forehead resting against hers.

Taylor giggled, her breath still catching from the intensity of the kiss. "I think the whole stadium's been waiting for that," she teased, glancing around as the fans continued to cheer.

"Let them cheer," he grinned, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "This is my favorite win of the day."

With their families waiting nearby, Taylor and Travis eventually broke away from their private bubble, their hands still tightly intertwined as they made their way back to the locker room. The ride back to their house was filled with the easy banter of their families, everyone recounting the highlights of the game and the excitement of the win. Travis's brother Jason was teasing him about one of his fumbles, while Taylor's mom, Andrea, offered him a playful "coaching" tip. It was heartwarming to see both families coming together so effortlessly.

When they arrived home, the house was glowing with warmth. Taylor had spent the previous day preparing everything—Christmas lights twinkled around the windows, and the scent of cinnamon and sugar from freshly baked cookies filled the air. The table was set with holiday platters, and a rich spread of food awaited everyone: roasted vegetables, casseroles, fresh-baked bread, and her famous cinnamon rolls.