Hollow

eleven.

EDITED - If you find any mistakes, that's what comments are for.

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The cheers, bright lights, loud people, and sitting in the cold. It made it hard to think, let alone over Emilia's ranting and raving about the football players and the "shitty ref calls." Emilia apparently enjoyed football and never missed a game. Willow had only come because Roman asked this morning on the way to school. 

There was silence, like most rides with Roman evolved into. Until there wasn't anymore.

"I know we're in an awkward place right now, but would you come to my game tonight?"

Turning away from the window, she heard the unease in his voice as he awaited her answer. Her eyes fixated on the curve of his brow, a deep concentration pressed into his hardened expression. As she watched him, a hint of vulnerability became a light in his eyes, peaking her curiosity. Her answer had been made up for her even before he asked. Willow couldn't say no.

"What kind of game?" She knew, but she missed talking to him.

It had only been a few days but quiet mornings weren't something she wanted; not even the radio would play, just the sound of his tires on the uneven road. 

She giggled at his face, looking at her with a resigned look that wordlessly spoke for him.

"Dumb question I know, but I missed talking to you." She explained.

The early morning sun had just started peeking through the clouds, illuminating her smile.

"No such thing as a dumb question." She was used to the depth and seriousness of his tone, even when she knew he wasn't being serious. That's just how he talked.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, only stupid people." She left her mouth form a shocked 'O' before she began playfully hitting his arm. 

"Hey!" She shrieked in her innocent ridden voice.

"Only kidding." His laughter made Willow hit him harder.

"Sure you were."

Roman had just pulled into a parking space and he took a second to look at her. She met his stare with one of her own until they parted ways.

  Before he stepped out, he left her with a single sentence that made her grin, "I missed talking to you too." And then he was gone.

"Asshole!" Emilia's loud profanity blended with the disgruntled crowd. They were losing Willow assumed.

The scoreboard was a blur from all the blinding lights. Muscular boys that looked like the size of grapes from her seat, running around left little room for clarity. She instantly gave up trying to understand what was happening on the field.

"What's going on?" Willow shouted over the noise.

"The game is almost over and we're losing. We never lose." Em replied before standing and cheering. "Holy shit!"

  Emilia's yelling was loud but nothing compared to the screams of the crowd. It was almost deafening and Willow was using her palms to lessen the pain. The organization of the teams deteriorated into groups of cheers and heads bowed but Willow couldn't tell the winners from the losers. The artificial green of the field made her eyes hurt.

"Fuck, Willa babe! Your boy is exceptional." Emilia yelled in Willow's ear.

"What's going on now?" Her voice wasn't loud, getting lost in a sea of celebrating.