Cute One Shots

BoyxGirl

I button my denim shorts and tuck in my t-shirt, grabbing my duffel as I walk out the locker room door.
"Where are ya goin'?" Blakely asks me.
I turn around to face her but continue walking. All I do is raise my eyebrows and she giggles.
"Is he at practice now?" She asks, grabbing her bag and walking up to the door with me.
"Yeah, he should be done soon," I reply, blushing.
We push open the maroon door and continue walking down the hall.
"I still can't believe you went from the shy girl in middle school to the classic 'cheerleader dating a jock' in high school!"
"Well," I shrug, "times sure do change."
"You're telling me!" Blakely waves as we part ways. "Have fun with your boyfriend!"
I roll my eyes and smile. "Bye, Blakely!"
She just laughs and walks out the front doors.
I'm still smiling when I walk out onto the football field, near the bleachers. My heart starts to beat fast.
Never gets old, I think to my self.
He comes running across the field, carrying his helmet. Some of the freshman girls visibly swoon. I roll my eyes.
"Hey, love," he says.
"Hi."
He seems to tower over me, I only come up to his shoulder.  He leans down and kisses my forehead. I blush for what seems like the fifth time today.
"How was practice?" I ask as we walk back to the school building together.
"It was alright, did you make the team?"
"I did! I debated coming out here in my uniform to prove it but..."
"But what?"
"I don't know."
"You should. Prove it, I mean."
"What, you don't believe me?" I ask, fake pouting.
We walk through the large back doors, walking down the locker lines hallway yet again.
He raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Maybe."
He walks through the locker room door backwards, looking at me the whole time. "See you soon!"
I smile and let the door close behind him before running back to the locker rooms to change, again.
...
I wait outside the boys' locker room in my cheerleading out fit, the classic little skort and top, with my white converse and hair in a high ponytail.
He walks out wearing jeans and a different jersey. He smiles wide once he sees me.
"Congrats, love," he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
We walk out the school doors together, a cheerleader and a jock, the old cliche.