Alfons felt off while he was dressed the way that he was.
He watched the Freshman go against the Sophomores while on the other side the Seniors were up against the Juniors in the football game.
He watched his school year's team of Sophomore girls, and grinned when they scored a touchdown; the Seniors seemed to be winning on the other side.
Alfons noted that halftime would be here shortly which meant that it was almost time to cheer.
The Freshman were the first to cheer, and they moved lightly, seemingly weightless when they cheered.
A young, Freshman boy seemed to be the center of attention of the cheer at the moment.
He flipped with ease; he had wavy, black hair that seemed to flow with every move that he made.
He had not even attempted to be an over achiever, but he did look like a young girl that was probably eight years old.
When the Freshman finished their cheer, clapping broke out, because everyone had seemed to like the cheer.
Alfons Heidrich gulped as he prepared for his cheer; he was nervous.
Would the Sophomore cheer be liked at all?
Ed had found it awkard to hold Alfons Heidrich in his arms during the cheer that they had performed; it was easier in practice when Alfons didn't look like an attractive, young woman.
He almost looked forward to setting down the other boy, but at the same time, he didn't want to let him go.
Ed felt his heartbeat escalate, and he was panting with a flushed face after the cheer.
It was not from exhaustion, but it had been from holding Alfons so close to himself during the cheer.
He could barely hear the excited claps from behind him, and all he could see was Alfons Heidrich.
He tried to block out what his heart was telling him.
'He's not a girl!' Ed screeched with in his head.
He was being drawn in to Alfons's eyes despite his inner turmoil.
Curiosity bloomed with in Ed, and he wanted to know everything about Alfons.
They moved backwards, and Ed watched the last two grades's cheerleaders with out really seeing them.
All that he could think about was the emotions swirling around inside of him.
By the time that he got home, he could not honestly say who had won; at least Al could explain everything about it.