"Gracie!" Awsten called out from the top of the stairs. "I need your help!"
Gracie, Awstens sister, came running upstairs. "What, doofus?" She asked, walking into his room. "Wow," basically all of Awstens closet was on the floor. "What are you doing?"
"I need your help," Awsten said. "I'm going on a date, I think. And I wanna look okay," He frowned. "I'm gay and I'm a crisis, Gracie! What do I wear? Y-you're good at this stuff!" Awsten sighed grumpily.
"Uh.." Gracie frowned. "What type of date is it?" She picked up a pair of black jeans.
"A football game," Awsten mumbled.
"You hate football, what the fuck?" She giggled and handed him the black skinny jeans, searching for a cute shirt or sweater admist the pile of ugly stripes and weird patterns.
"I know, but I really like the boy," Awsten sighed, pulling his denim jeans off and slipping the black ones on. He tugged his shirt off, taking the pink and blue shirt from his sister. He tugged it over his big head and pouted. "I need a jacket," he said.
"Well.. looks like you're gonna be super emo today," she threw a black denim jacket at Awsten, then got up off the floor. "You gotta pay me for that," she grinned. "Two packs of twizzlers," she frowned when Awsten shook his head.
"How about no." Awsten rolled his eyes and grabbed his wallet and flip phone. He pulled his tacky converse on again and walked downstairs, feeling like a million bucks for once. It was nice to feel normal sometimes, and not be a complete dork. Considering all the weight he was losing quite randomly, so half his clothes weren't fitting him, he was glad to feel good.
Awsten went outside and grabbed his bike, deciding to ride even though it bruised the fuck out of his ass. He rode down the small street and took a turn, seeing his school in the distance. He started to daydream about Jawn as he wheeled along.
Jawn pulled Awsten into his arms. The dumb football team had won, and Jawn was full of adrenaline. The sound of the crowd screaming around them was drowned out by the loudness of their stare. Awsten wrapped his arms around Jawn and leant in, feeling the other boy put his strong hands on Awstens tiny hips. Awsten blushed as their lips brushed each other's. Awsten closed his eyes and leant in-"
"Sorry!" Awsten gasped, almost running over a little kid running over the sidewalk to get their ball. He winced. That could've ended badly. He rode into school and dumped his bike in the bike rack, then set off to the oval. He felt nervous as he neared the football stand. Or were they called bleachers? He didn't know how he was going to find Jawn. He climbed up the stairs, looking out for the fiery red hair.
"Hey, Awsten!" Jawn called out, waving him over at the top of the metal stairs.
Awsten held back a grin as he climbed the stairs. "Hey!" He slid in next to Jawn, feeling the other boy wrap his arm around his shoulders. Awsten went red, giggling nervously. "H-how are you?" He didn't usually have a stutter, but he was really fucking nervous right now.
"So much better now that you're here," Jawn grinned, gently squeezing Awstens shoulders with the arm he wrapped around him. "You know, we don't have to stay here if you don't want to," Jawn said.
"No, it's cool here," Awsten smiled. He heard the marching band start. The song sounded familiar, he couldn't lie. "Is that the song from rocky?" Awsten asked Jawn over the sound of the crowd.
"Yeah, it's called gonna fly now," He paused, looking out at the field. "They're great aren't they?" He pointed to the cheerleaders that were running out now.
Awsten nodded, seeing if he could see that Grace girl Otto was talking about. He guessed it was the blonde girl being thrown in the air, flipping over about a million times before being caught. He watched as she ran off, doing some weird cheer and winking at the crowd. "They're really springy," Awsten commented, watching as about five cheerleaders cartwheeled and backflipped.
