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Who Could Love Isaac's Mom

Skylar's P.O.V.

Today's game day!!!

I can't wait! I've been to their games before, but I've never worn Grayson's jersey!

It's a really big deal at Eastwood High. And even though we're dating, I still didn't expect him to ask me.

The second I got home from school yesterday, I called Spencer over to 'celebrate'. Or in other words, squeal at the top of our lungs for a bit, then have an ice cream and movie night.

Grayson stayed the night at Carter's last night, so it all worked out perfectly.

I know it's a little weird to have a football game on a Saturday night, but it's not every game. Usually their held on Fridays, but since this is the last game of the season, it's on a Saturday.

The main reason people go is to watch our school crush the rival team, Lincoln High.

But the game isn't the only thing there to do. Instead of just our school and parents, the whole town usually shows up. They have consession stands, different booths with food and games, and even a bouncy house for the younger kids.

It's always the best night of the year, and I get to wear Grayson Edwards' jersey.

Right now, I'm trying to wake up Spencer, it's already eleven, and the guys are coming over in an hour. Knowing her, she'll want to get all dolled up for Carter.

"Get up, you lazyass." I say tiredly.

She groans in response and pulls the blankets over her head. Though she can't quite cover her rat's nest-I mean hair.

"Spencer Elizabeth Reed get up right now. Carter will be here in an hour and you look like a mess." I say strictly.

She shoots out of the bed and begins pacing around the room, frantically waving her arms around like a maniac.

"What do I wear? Something cute. But not too cute. I can't seem like I'm trying to hard. But I can't look like I don't care. I don't want to look like a slut, but I definitely can't dress like a prude. Ugh!" She rambles on.

I watch in amusement as she runs from wall to wall, tripping over the occasional backpack.

I sigh and stand up, going completely unnoticed by a panicked Spencer while I dig through the closet.

"Dress, shorts, jeans, or a skirt?" I ask.

"Shorts."

I dig deeper and pull out a pair of jean shorts, throwing them her way before going back in.

"Tank top, T-Shirt, or flannel?" I ask.

"Flannel."

I pull out a red and black checkered flannel and toss it to her before plopping back down on my bed.

"There. You have your outfit. Now fix your face." I say rather rudely.

"Love you too, Sky." She says sarcastically.

She walks into the bathroom with the clothes and her makeup bag, locking the door behind her.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I turn back to the closet in search of my perfect outfit.

I scavenge through a bit before coming to another pair of jean shorts. I pull them out, followed by a simple blue T-Shirt since it'll be covered with Grayson's jersey anyways.

I dress quickly before going to the vanity on the far end of my wall. I give myself winged eyeliner and light mascara. I decide against concealer of foundation since my skin is already tanned and clear.