Morgan P.O.V
Today is the football game. Yay. That means two of my favorite words. Football. Pants. Although he probably never gave me a second thought. Vanessa will be here to asist me with my wardrobe. Since I am apparently "corny" I dont even know. SO, I'm very pumped about this game. I don't even know who we're playing to be honest. "THE QUEEN HAS ARIVED!!!" oh Vanessa. Vanessa starts flinging stuff across south America looking for some clothes. Joy. "I FOUND IT!!" she's handing me black Nike shorts and a 5SOS white tank. "Good job Vans. But how am I gonna do my hair?" I ask pulling my top of and replacing it with the other. Before I know it, I've got a messy bun with a red ribbon on top. Stylish. "We gotta go or we're gonna miss the whole game. She gives me a quick look, and we're out the door. We pile into my Ford Edge less than a year old. 16th birthday present from my biological dad. This car is the only thing I've ever gotten from him. But I love my baby.
*Football Game*
Boys painted with letters spelling out RAVENS. Ew no. Don't even try. There he is!! Number 23. Them football pants tho. Then he smiled at me. He. Freaking. Smiled. At. Me. Not you. ME! Oh girl I'm dying. We make our way to the bleachers at a surprisingly slow pace. Good lord walk faster you idiot. We sit fairly close to the top. Perfect view of them football pants. The band starts playing The Star Spangled Banner. Classic. We're all standing and singling. It seems like a huge Glee club. I see all the cheer leaders with their skin tight shirts and booty showing skirts. Leaving no room for imagination. Ew. All the boys are lining up, and I look for MORRISON on the back of the jersey. Found it. Now 347398 sweaty guys are running around with a ball. How about we just give everybody a ball so they'll be happy. At halftime, the dance team comes out and they are more like 16 raccoons fighting over some food. No. Can I like leave now. "Game's almost over Mo." Vanessa reminds me. After what seems like 6 million years, its finally over. I'm walking out and I smack into what feels like a 175 pound football player, oh wait. It is. I'm lying sprawled out on the floor like a beached whale wondering who is on top of me. Oh. My. God. It's Shane.
A/N
Hi guys don't kill me lol. I need a good name for Shane's bestfriend. best idea gets to be in a part of my story :)) ilysm guys!!
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