A/N = Do not own anything. Just my imagination. Mistakes are mine.
You Belong With Me
I've been sitting here twiddling my thumbs for the past few minutes. I have no idea why I'm nervous, I don't even know why I'm even here. Call it a moment of weakness. I am definitely not someone who you would look at and call a typical sports fan. Dressed in my favourite band T-shirt, worn out jeans and sneakers, I am far from it. But here I am, sitting all by myself in the top far corner of the stands, looking down at the array of bobbing heads sporting our local teams colours in various arrays of merchandise. The lush green of the field is a stark contrast to the reds and whites of the home team.
Any minute now the players will be out and my anticipation heightens at the thought. I swipe at a mark on my Converse. I don't know why I even bother because they're already a mess. A huge cheer erupts from the crowd and I look up, eyes searching for the sole reason of my presence here.
One by one, figures emerge from the tunnel at the far side. They are met with a wall of noise from the stands. I can't help but get caught up in the excitement, so I too, stand and applaud the players arrival. This is the last game of the season, the finals, and the last time I'll get a chance to… I don't even know what.
My eyes follow each individuals entrance onto the field. They almost all look identical, strong and built like houses, bar one. A tall, lean and well defined figure stands out. Towering over the rest of the team, commanding and strong. The figure looks up into the stands, wearing a show-stopping smile that literally takes your breath away. My hands stop mid-clap. I could swear that they can hear my heart beat in the next town it's that loud. Those dark eyes sweep along the crowd until they find their target. I follow the line of sight and realise with a thud of disappointment as I recognise the recipient.
She stands there, almost glowing. Perfect wavy, blonde hair, petite little body and a set of beautiful hazel eyes that you could get lost in for days. She's wearing a modest white skirt along with a sleeveless red blouse and matching heels. She looks stunning.
She's surrounded by lots of people. She's popular, of course she is. Her friends are by her side, giggling and pointing at the tall, dark haired athlete looking their way. She waves and smiles a smile that could light up this whole town.
From where I stand I can see the slight blush that creeps up her cheeks as the star athlete returns her smile. She looks down slightly and catches her lip between her teeth. A whistle blows and their exchange is cut short.
My eyes struggle to release their hold on the small blonde figure. The athlete returns to the rest of the team as another whistle blows. It's game time.