Running down the streets of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, you and your best friend Jordan do everything in your power to not miss the warm up. The cool air stings your nose and the smoke from the city fills your lungs. Unlike your BFF, you grew up in the city and know it like the back of your hand. You can easily locate the quickest route to Miller Park or find the best hamburger in town. But tonight, you two had a different objective, watching the Milwaukee Brewers play the Chicago Cubs.
Jordan was the daughter of a sports journalist, who had two extra tickets to tonight's game which you couldn't refuse. You two have been best friends since the second grade after you bonded over your shared love of all things sports. You were inseparable ever since, begging your parents to take you to a Brewers game every chance you got. But Jordan left the city after her dad got a job as a journalist in Chicago, creating many miles of distance between you two. She would often facetime you while at a game just so you could be there with her, but it wasn't the same.
Even though you both were old enough to travel on your own, the concern of work and money always got in the way. Traveling was definitely not cheap, and you both had dogs at home to take care of.
Jordan's dad, Phil, traveled with the Cubs, writing article after article about the team for a newspaper. Luckily for you, he was able to take Jordan with him tonight for the game in Milwaukee so that the two of you could hang out and watch the game together.
Just hours earlier, you and Jordan were preparing for the game. She had on a Cubs tight shirt with a fur coat over it and pulled her blonde hair into a tight bun. She also wore leggings and a black pair of booties. Her face was covered in makeup that looks absolutely gorgeous on her. You, however, did not share the same fashion style as her. You loved everything comfy and casual. You sported an oversized Yelich jersey with a Brewers shirt underneath. You also wore black leggings and tennis-shoes. Jordan had also talked you into letting her put a coat of mascara on your eyelashes and you carefully braided your amber hair.
You two had run into a bit of a problem finding a parking garage that wasn't completely full. After what seemed like hours of searching, a spot opened up near the ballpark and she sloppily parked your old pick-up truck. You had both simultaneously jumped out of the car and sprinted across the bustling city to try and catch your favorite part of the game, the warm-up. You loved seeing each player from the two teams out on the field at once. It was also fun to read all of the creative signs that the fans make.
Finally seeing the entrance to Miller Park, Jordan takes out her phone so it can begin to load the tickets while you two are still rushing to your seats. After making it through the front doors and security, you are hit with a feeling of nostalgia from the smell of the food at concessions and being with your best friend after spending such a long time apart. It truly feels like a dream come true.
After navigating your way through the crowds and find the portal that leads to your seats, you come to the realization that you are sitting directly behind the Brewers dugout and a smile crosses your face as you look at her in shock.
"Are these seats ok?" Jordan asks as I stand silently in the aisle with my jaw dropped to the floor. "Because if you don't like them we could always-"
"Are you kidding me? These seats are amazing!" You say, completely cutting her off. She flashes you a toothy smile and sits down, taking her phone out to take some pictures of the empty field. Shortly after, the game starts, and you and your best friend give it your full attention.
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"(Y/N), is it just me or is Christian Yelich totally checking you out?" Jordan calmly tells you with a smile crossing her face. You look down onto the bench in front of you and make eye contact with the brunette male who is staring at you. You look up immediately and crimson colored blush covers your entire face. Jordan laughs hysterically and you can only respond with a quiet "Shut up!".
Throughout the last inning, you would catch him staring at you, breaking his trance as soon as you made eye contact.
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The game had ended in a Brewers victory, and you spared no expense rubbing it in Jordan's face.
"Let's go Brewers!" you yelled, cupping your hands around your mouth to make your voice sound louder as you two fought the crowd to walk up the stairs. She playfully punches your arm and puts her hand on her chest to act like she was offended.
"Whatever." Jordan says and continues walking, looping her arm through your so that you two don't get separated in the crowd.
Instead of walking out of the front doors of the stadium like the rest of the fans, she had pulled you down a multitude of staircases which left you both out of breath. "My dad said that he would meet us outside of the Cubs locker room after he interviews a couple of players." Jordan stated as we follow a long hallway with writing on the wall that clearly marked that this led to the visitor's locker room.
"Excuse me, ladies. This area is for authorized personnel only." A tall and muscular security guard tells us with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Jordan pulls a laminated piece of paper attached to a "I love Chicago" lanyard out of her coat pocket and shows the man. He inspects it thoroughly and hand it back to her.
"Wait in this room please." He replied and opened a door leading to a room filled with circular tables and snacks obviously meant for the staff after the game.
We look at each other and smile, immediately reading each other's mind. We both sprint towards the tables filled with food that lined the white brick walls. Waiting for Jordan's dad to come find us, we stuffed our faces with popcorn and other snacks.
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It was hours before anyone came into the room. Jordan's dad texted her and said that he would be in a mandatory meeting with the other journalists for a few hours, so we could either wait for him to finish or I could leave and go home. However, that would mean that my time with Jordan would be cut short since she was staying in a hotel with her dad due to an early flight back to Illinois the next morning.
We both cuddled up in a corner of the room underneath my oversized jersey which we used as a blanket, leaving me in my blue tee-shirt. We watched a few hours of Netflix on Jordan's phone until we had both fallen asleep.
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I looked up in fear after hearing voices on the opposite side of the door, knowing that this food did not belong to us and that we had been caught red-handed. The door creaks open and Jordan's dad enters, looking exhausted after a long day. I pulled out my phone to look at the time and it said it was 12:34 in the morning. I quickly nudge her in the rib to wake her up and she groans and reluctantly opens her eyes.
"Good to see you (Y/N)." Phil greets and helps both of us up.
"Right back at you." I respond immediately and notice the bags underneath his eyes.
"Are you girls ready to go?" He asks, looking at Jordan in her half-asleep state.
"No!" Jordan whines, "I wanna stay with (Y/N)." He chuckles as she pulls you into a bear hug, not willing to let you go after finally being reunited.
"We can walk her to her car if you would like, but then we need to get you to sleep." Phil bargains with her and she releases me from the bone-crushing hug.
"Fine." She mumbles under her breath, looking to the floor.
Phil leads us out of the room, opening the door for us. But as soon as we stumble up the first flight of stairs, my shoulder bumps into someone.
"Oof." I say as the wind is knocked out of me and I lose my balance, falling to the floor. I look up at Jordan and Phil who are both staring at me with their jaws dropped to the floor.
The man who bumped into you is sitting on the floor next to you and the realization hits you like a bus, it's Christian Yelich. He lifts himself off the floor then extends his arm to help me.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" He apologizes quickly and lifts me to my feet. A blush covers my face again when he asks, "Hey, were you sitting behind our bench at the game?"
"Y- Yeah" I respond stumbling over my words. He chuckles and hands me a baseball, walking away in the opposite direction.
I look at Jordan who is approaching me at a quick speed. She grabs the item out of my hands and flips it over to reveal a phone number written in black sharpie followed by the words, "Call me! - Christian."
