CHAPTER: A big bowl.

It was finally Sunday. He had been waiting for it whole week. It was the night of the super bowl. Well not the actual super bowl, but a rerun of the super bowl. America just didn't have time for football anymore; the economic situation would not allow it. Who had time to pay a bunch of money to see football when they had starving kids to take care of? Only one type of people, rich people and there wasn't much rich people. Now instead of having a grand league like the NFL there was just a few games in little rundown parks scattered around cities. It just wasn't enough to satisfy the average male. Therefore, now they had reruns. The last Sunday in every month the only sports station in a post pulse America would show reruns of the super bowl. This week was super bowl 37, Raiders vs. Buccaneers. Now seeing pervious NFL games he decided that his support would go to Raiders, simply because they were the better team.

He had everything ready, food, beer and post importantly, a TV. He geared himself for the start of the game. He stared at the screen, that's when he heard it, a knock, disrupting his Sunday ritual. He got up quickly so he could get back to the TV before the coin toss. He opened the door and was shocked at the person who was in front of him. " Max, what are you doing here?"

She tilted her head to the right. " Nice to see you too." She pushed him aside and went in. He closed the door behind her. She looked around at the scene. " Are you expecting company?"

Still a little shock, " No, I'm just going to watch a game."

" What sport?"

" Football," he went on the couch and she followed him there. " Super bowl 37 to be exact."

" Didn't that happen in like 2004 or something?"

" It happened in 2003 and it's still good." She looked at the screen. " So are you staying?"

She did want to spend time with him and if it meant watching guys run around in tights then she was up for it. " Yeah. Who are you supporting?"

" The team in black and white, Raiders."

" Do you know who wins?"

" No, that would just ruin the excitement. If you do know please don't tell me."

" I don't know who won. I don't even watch football."

On the screen the referee flipped a coin with two helmets on one side and the super bowl logo on the other side. Raiders won the toss.

Max was annoyed to see how engrossed he was in the game so she decided to challenge him just to make things more fun. " I say the team in the red wins."

He almost laughed. " There's a reason they've never been to the bowl before. They can't play for shit."

" Well there're here now." It was working.

" There're down by three."

" So what, it's only like two minutes into the fist quarter." She just chose the other team to get him to pay more attention to her. What was it with guys and football anyway? She took some chips out the bowl and stuffed her face in depression. For someone who was in love with her, he sure didn't know how to show it.

He glanced over at her. He couldn't enjoy the game if she wasn't enjoying it. She made sure he knew how much she was board by the pout that had formed on her lips. He wanted to watch the game, the one he waited whole week for but he couldn't when she obviously wanted to do something else. He turned his attention away from the game. " What's wrong Max?"

She made sure to keep the look on her face. " It's just that I have dates with Logan all the way till Thursday and I thought maybe we could do something we BOTH enjoyed but I did come unannounced so we could do this."

He knew what she wanted him to do, so he did it because she could do that to him. He turned off the TV with much difficulty and turned to her. " So what do you want to do?"

Her facial expression changed. " I want to talk."

" Ok, what about?" He leaned back and relaxed against the arms of the couch. She lied down on his chest. He wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other to hold her hand. " Are you okay?"

" Yeah, I'm fine. I just want someone to talk to."

" And you chose me, I honored."

She ignored that remark and started to talk. She didn't know why she wanted to let her feelings known to him but she felt like she could tell him anything. " You know OC thinks I'm confused."

His fingers played with hers. " What does she think you're confused about?"

" About my feeling for Logan and you."

" Are you?"

" She thinks I have them mixed up. What do you think?"

Why did she had to ask him that? He didn't know what he thought. He didn't think he was entitled to tell her what he thought; it was for her to decide. " I don't know Max."

" I don't think I am."

Ouch, she didn't have to say it like that.

" She thinks there was something more to that good night kiss I gave you at Crash the other day. She thought it didn't look like something friends do."

" Well we do that." They were friends. They certainly weren't anything else. " There wasn't anything to it?"

" Exactly." Something else came in her mind. " You should have heard the questions Logan was asking."

Logan was always an interesting topic. " What did he ask you?"

" He asked if I went home with you, I had to laugh. I swear to god the man is tripping." She laughed. " But it was cute in a weird way."

" So I take it dinner was wonderfully romantic."

" Yeah, kinda."

" Hmm," was all he could say. She began to raise form next to him; he thought he said something wrong. " What's wrong?"

She turned on the TV and smiled at him. " Thanks for listening but I was just testing you."

He sat up after her. " You wanted to see if I would turn off the game? Max I think you're taking advantage of the situation now."

She smiled childishly. " Well since you passed you get a present."

" Really? What?" he asked excitedly.

She gave him a peck on the lips. " You get a kiss," she said her face still less than an inch away from him. He looked a little surprise.

He knew he was turning pink from this, so he had to say something that gave himself a little dignity. " Why do you think that you giving me a kiss would be a present to me?"

She just kept looking at him. " Because I enjoy it, don't you." His eyes told her that he did. She wanted to do it again, so she did. She kissed him slowly this time, long enough to saver his lips against hers, long enough for him to use his lips to describe how he loved her and she felt it. She moved away slowly form him and then leaned against the couch and looked at the TV.

" Look 10 to 3 and my team is in the lead."

He looked away from her and at the screen, his team was losing but he was almost sure that would turn around. " There's still a lot of time left."

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The game finished and his team lost. How? He had no idea. " Are you sure you didn't know the results?"

She shook her head. " It's just that sometimes the underdog wins." She looked at him for a while before she got up form her seat. " The game was actually okay but I have to go now." She began to walk to the door and he followed her. She stood outside and he healed the door open. " See you at work." She stood there rocking back and fort nervously.

" Yeah." He bent down and kissed her on her lips softly. They still maintained it was a friend thing.

" Bye."

" Bye," she said with a shy smile on her face. She walked away after and went down the elevator. She really wanted to go back up but she knew she shouldn't. If she did, it would throw the whole friend thing out the window. Then she had to ask herself, did she wanted to be just friends with him.

NOTE: Okay I wrote this a day after the super bowl. Yes I know that was a long time ago.

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