Girl Meets Plus One || BOOK 2

We Meet Sports

MADISON SQUARE GARDEN

It's 56 to 70, third quarter, the Knicks are up by 4. We're playing the Washington Wizards. I slouch back into the navy bleacher seat in my favorite striped sweater, rubbing the hand of the person next to me, the one who made it possible for us to be here, Farkle Minkus. He sits and watches me as I watch the game.

"Did I ever tell you that you're the best boyfriend I could ever have?" I ask Farkle during a time out. He rolls his eyes.

"That's only about the fiftieth time tonight," he jokingly replies.

"Well, it's true. I can't think of another person except Lucas who knows my favorite sport is basketball, but he's like a brother to me," I reply. The game plays on as I stare into his wide blue eyes. They're marvelously unique on him, he has chestnut hair and ocean blue eyes, a very magnificent combination.

"You know you could never be ordinary right?" he tells me.

"Oh yeah? And why do you say that?"

"Because you're too extraordinary," he says, "And that's the best kind." He kisses my hand and I blush. I hear a buzzer, and my competitive spirit gets the better of me, forcing me towards the game to see the Wizards score and a flag is thrown on the play against the Knicks defense. I stand enraged.

"Come on Ref! That was totally not a foul!" I shout. Farkle stands as I stomp my foot.

"It's okay, he won't make it," he says pointing to the player who's lining up at the foul shot line. He wraps his arms around me, in a basketball like movement he positions me.

"But he never misses," I reply, with Farkle's arms still wrapped around me.

"Here's the position he would need to make it," Farkle says speaking about the position he's put me in, before pointing to the player at the line as I put my arms down, "by my calculations he'll be a little off right and it'll hit the backboard and go out."

"Well, one bag of popcorn says he makes it," I say sticking out my hand.

"You'd bet against your own team?"

"It's just one point and we're up still by 8 points anyways," I say, "What? Scared to lose to your girlfriend.

"Deal," he shakes my hand, we watch intently, the shooter misses, and Farkle cheers, "That'll be one bag of popcorn please!" he hoots.

"Double or nothing he makes his second one," I say.

"You're on," Farkle says, before turning and frowning, realizing the player is now at the correct angle to make it. I cheer this time along with doing a little victory dance.

"Oh! Looks like someone owes me to bags of popcorn!" I shout, and he gestures for the popcorn guy to give him two bags. He pays the guy.

"Alright, you won fair and square," he says. He tries to give me both bags, but I only take one.

"Hey, in a relationship, what's mine is yours," I say gleefully as we sit down to watch the rest of the game.

We watch the rest of the game, this time rooting with each other, not against, for the Knicks. Later, we hear pretty music playing, and see people on the jumbotrons kissing on the Kiss Cam. Suddenly, our faces pop up.

"Well, looks like we've got two young lovebirds in the house tonight!" the announcer says. I smile at Farkle.

"Well? What'cha waiting for?" I ask.

"For this," he says, leaning into my face, softly brushing my lips with his own red tinted flesh. They move together for a few seconds, and I hear awes. When we split I'm blushing, giggling, and grinning ear to ear.

"Now that's how you go out with a bang."