I checked my phone. 4:00. I'm supposed to meet Alice in 15 minutes by the back of the school. I went to grab my very large hoody, but thought against it. Opting instead for a regular black zip up. I looked in the mirror. Dark skinny jeans, graphic t-shirt, and black wedges. Grabbing the blue fleece blanked I headed out the door. I lived literary five minutes from the school. I put in my head phones and blared some Green Day. Just as I was crossing the street to Forks High school my phone vibrated. I was a text from Jennifer, my friend from camp, telling me that she might come visit in the following week. After answering Jen, I got another text. It was Alice asking me where I was. I sent a quick 'Almost there, chill' and put my phone back. Walking down the narrow pathway leading to the back door, I spotted my little pixie. She was wearing the same jeans as me and a black yoga jacket.

"Hey," I said as I walked up to her.

"Hi." She smiled.

Alice was 5'2 with short black hair, she loved make up and bright colors. There was a reason I called her Pixie.

We walked up to the doors in silence. There wasn't a need to talk. We have known each other for so long that we already know how the conversation would go.

"So I got his hoody," she mentioned as we walked up to her locker "I'm going to wear it for the game!" She almost squealed

God, who gave the pixie sugar?

After changing her sweater, we made our way outside. It was kind of chilly for the middle of September, and I was starting to regret not grabbing that hoody. We laid my fleece blanket out on the grass in front of the bleachers outside and sat down, kicking off our shoes. After she found number 42, we settled into light conversation.

I then noticed something. Interrupting her mid sentence I point to the offending object. A big banner reading 'GO SPARTANS' in our school colors and, of course, glitter.

"God! It was bad enough seeing it first thing in the morning when I walked into school, and all day in general. This is ridiculous. Not to mention embarrassing." Alice laughed and, I had to agree. It was pathetic.

After a while, it started getting windy and my hair was in my face. I ended up stealing a hair tie from Alice's bag and tying my long locks back. Just in June, I colored my hair a bright maroon, but now it faded to a dark auburn color.

As I was finishing tying back my hair, Alice pointed out Mike Newton and some other kids trying, and failing, to unroll another Spartans banner. They ripped it in four different places. Not that it mattered. The banned was awful. It was just Spartans in the school colors. Nothing else, not even glitter.

After finally unrolling the pathetic banner, they carried it out in front of the team. AS the team started to run forward, Mike and the others stretched it just a bit, so that it could rip. The result was the banner ripping half a second before the players actually ran through it.

Finally, the game started. As it got close to the end of the first quarter, Alice and I unfolded the blanket and stuck out feet in between.

"Why is this game the homecoming game?" Alice asked me.

"What do you mean?" the pixie wasn't making sense again.

She rolled her brown eyes at me. "This is like the second game of the season. Why wasn't that one the homecoming game?" she asked

"Because it was the third day of school and no one would have shown up."I replied mindlessly while focusing on number Fifty Five's butt. He had a nice butt.

All of a sudden I see Mike basically making out with the mascot right behind me. They had this joking thing going on.

"Why is mike always that guy?" I wondered out loud. Alice gave me a questioning look. "Like he is not on any teams or in any clubs but he is always that guy that helps out and gets involved" I turned back to Alice.

Alice made an 'I don't know' sound and turned back to the game.

I shrugged; I guess it didn't really matter. Well, that is until He walked up right behind Alice and I and blew that stupid horn. Well I guess I know who is at the top of my shit list. I turned around to see him putting on a bright red sweatshirt. Mike was tall and lanky. Blond hair, blue eyes; he would have been attractive if not his personality.

Soon Alice and I were freezing. We were both watching to clock, which they stopped every freaking thirty seconds!

As the timer finally indicated half time, Alice and I quickly got up and rushed inside to warm up a bit. I headed to my locker to grab a pair of socks when I noticed that I also had a pair of sweat pants and some converse. Quickly grabbing those, I ran to the other hall to find Alice at her locker, she was getting socks too.

"Look what I found!" I showed Alice my stuff. "I hope I can fit these over my jeans." I said as I was pulling on the sweats. They fit, success! Sitting down on the floor, I put my converse on. Alice looked at me and shook her head. She should be used to this weirdness by now. I mean we have been friend for close to five years, and I was just getting weirder.

People always told me that I was weird, or a freak, but honestly, I just don't care. Who are they to judge? I am happy so there.

Once we got back outside, we saw that our spot was taken. Sighing, I motioned to a spot just down the field. It wasn't a bad spot; we just couldn't see the bench where all of the players were huddled from here. Covering ourselves with the blanket once again, we settled in to watch the second half of the game. Noticing Alice in her bare feet, she wore flip flops, I asked why she didn't grab her shoes when we were inside.

"Shit. I totally forgot that I had shoes in my locker!" she sighed.

"Smooth move, child. Smooth move."I shook my head turning to find number Fifty Five again.

"So, I talked to Mr. Lenox." Alice stopped to make sure number 42 got up. "He said that it's not too late. So we can go by on Monday." She informed me.

We decided to go for the debate team. We loved to argue, especially with each other, so why not get some credits for it? Well, Alice just wanted to be in the year book picture.

It was nearing the end of the game, when someone got hurt. Number 89, he was lying in the middle of the field and not moving.

"I hope he is ok." I mumbled.

"I hope they cancel the game because of this." Alice replied. Well I guess I saw that coming. She gets cranky when she is cold.

Eventually they got him to get up. He was still hurt but he could walk, this was good. Number 89, I think his name is Alex, didn't play for the rest of the game; he really messed up his back.

By the last five minutes of the game, Alice and I couldn't get any closer. We were literally cramped as close to each other as humanly possible to try and get some body heat.

As our team scored the last touchdown, Alice and I jumped up and were putting our stuff together. She was packing up all the food she brought for us and boyfriend. I wrapped the blanket around my body as we waited for the players to come. We won by two points. I'm not big on football so I have no idea whether or not that was a substantial win. They did that line thing where they all shook hands, gathered up their stuff, and started to make their way over to the audience. I told Alice I would see her tomorrow and watched her run to her boy. They are so cute together! I honestly don't know why they didn't get together earlier. I made sure that Alice made it all the way there; she had a tendency to trip, and saw a flash of that blond hair as I turned to go home. I pulled out my iPod, and stuck my ear buds in, putting it on shuffle. I pulled my blanket tighter around me as I made my way home listening to Happiness by The Fray.

The sky was a dark gray as I made my way home so, I did what any normal teenager would do; I pretended I was in a music video.

'Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard
Happiness was never mine to hold
Careful child, light the fuse and get away
'Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks'

After rocking out to that, I got another music video inspiring song. Case Closed by Little Mix. I did a little happy jump as I started singing along.

All too soon, I got home. Walking in, I greeted my dog, marshmallow. Yes I got to pick the name, no I wasn't four.

I walked in the living room. "Hey Dad!" I said.

He turned to me surprised. "I thought you were at the game?" he questioned.

"Dad, its eight." I looked at the TV. "Another Doctor who Marathon, eh?" I laughed.

Charlie tried to deny it, but I wasn't buying it. "I'm gonna do my chemistry homework!" I called waking up the stairs.

Entering my room I saw my unmade bed and the piled of clothes on the floor. I decided to clean up a bit. After that it was time to get down to homework. I really don't want to do it.

Opening my book to the first question:

Balance the following equations…

This is gonna be a long night.