How did you know
Cause I never told
You found out
I've got a crush on you
~The Jets
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I take off my lab coat as I walk out onto Gillette Stadium. Standing next to Coach Belichick, he gives me a smile, clapping me on the shoulder.
"Hey Laura, how's it going?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders. "It's been a day. I just decided to come out here and watch my big brother do what he does best," I say while looking out, taking in the view of the Patriots' offense warming up. I catch a glimpse of Rob Gronkowski, and instantly, I blush.
I catch Tom looking at me, and I wave, shouting, "Do your job bro!"
Laughter erupts from the team and sidelines, and I can feel Rob's eyes on me.
I try not to blush thinking about it.
Tom jogs over after warm ups, pulling me into a hug. His chin rests on top of my head.
"Hey sis," he mumbles. I start to squirm around in his grasp, trying to free myself. He takes this as a signal to let go, and he ruffles my hair. I give him a pout. He and Coach Belichick both chuckle.
"I bet I looked good out there, right Laura?" He asks. I'm about to answer when another presence walks up behind him.
"Sorry to break it to ya, Tom, but you didn't look as good as me."
I look up, and I almost faint when Rob's chocolate brown eyes meet mine. He smiles at me, and I look down.
Tom punches him in the arm.
"In your wildest dreams, Gronk," he replies in a sassy manner. A giggle bursts through my lips.
All of their eyes shift towards me, and I immediately clamp a hand over my mouth.
"Your sister is so cute," Rob coos. He walks over to my side, wrapping his arms around my waist. I squeal in surprise. Tom crosses his arms over his chest for a split second, eyeing us both. My face turns a deep red. Uncrossing his arms, he pries Rob's arms from my torso, shoving him away. Tom pulls me into another hug, rubbing my back.
I roll my eyes.
I sure seem to get hugged a lot.
"Sshh, Laura, it's okay. The big scary man won't hurt you anymore, sissy. I promise." He pulls away, and then, he proceeds to squeeze my cheeks. I roll my eyes.
Thankfully, I'm saved by Coach Belichick informing me that the new medical equipment has arrived.
I mentally thank him, but physically, I nod.
I start on my way to the parking lot when I realize a lot of this equipment is heavy.
Really, REALLY heavy.
I race back towards Coach. He looks at me expectantly.
"Umm, well, you see, the equipment that was ordered is really big and heavy, and if I could just get someone to help-"
"Gronkowski! Get your ass over here!"
I mentally face palm.
I'm going to spend at least an hour alone with my crush.
I watch him as he jogs over. He gives me a small smile before turning to Coach.
"Help the lovely Miss Laura carry the medical equipment inside." He gives me a smile before slapping Gronk's ass. "Now hop to it!"
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