"Come on! My grandmother is faster than you and she's in a wheelchair!" Brett threw is drumstick down in disgust. He always got into what was going on in the football game.
"Brett, are you coming to get something to eat or are you going to just stand there and have a temper tantrum?" Brett sighed and joined Ryan in the trek to the concession stand. They were on their third quarter break and Ryan would tend to get irritable with the people that wasted her "sweet freedom". Brett could sense that she was irritated with him and flashed her one of his crooked smiles. Ryan laughed and continued to push her way through the crowd.
"It's amazing how aggressive you can be when it comes between an innocent by stander and your nachos." Ryan turned around and squealed, "Joe! What are you doing here?!" Ryan ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. "Well I heard that there was supposed to be a good game tonight but judging by the score..." Joe trailed off looking at the scoreboard. It was a massacre with the score at 49-7. How they scored the seven was a mystery.
Brett's stomach clenched with jealousy as he watched Ryan hug and talk excitedly with this "Joe" person that he didn't know. He walked over to where the two were standing. Ryan looked over and introduced the stranger to him, "Brett, this is my brother, Joseph. Joe goes to college out of state." Brett's tension melted away as he said hello to Ryan's brother.
"Oh crap! We've got twenty seconds to get back to the stands!" Ryan yelled a rushed goodbye over her shoulder as she and Brett sprinted back to the stands. "I'll see you at the end of the game!" Joe called back to her.
"Bleacher running should be an Olympic sport!" Ryan gasped as she plopped herself down in the seat. Laura laughed and said, "It's your own fault that you have to run back every time. If you weren't so busy stuffing yourself at the concession stand and could put your gluttony aside long enough to look at the clock, maybe you could make it back here on time!" "I'll have you know that I was having a family reunion, so to speak. I didn't eat one thing," Ryan stated matter of factly. Laura was about to respond with a sarcastic remark no doubt, when the drum major instructed them to play.
Despite the football team's feeble attempt, their loss was still painful. The band members slouched up to the band room, with considerable amounts or energy lost from when the game first began. This did not damper Ryan, however. She swiftly hung her uniform and went to hang it up hastily, knocking over a few freshmen in the process.
She and Brett walked out to the parking lot together. The night was warm but had a cool breeze that swept Ryan's pitch black hair. Ryan wasn't sure if she was imagining it or not, but things seemed tense with Brett. She tried to talk to him but with his one word responses the conversation would end.
Ryan was about to reach her car when Brett finally seemed to find his voice. Ryan turned to look at him when he said, "Um... Do you think we'll ever be...well...um..." His voice trailed off. Ryan didn't dare jump to conclusions, she wasn't going to set herself up for disappointment. Brett was about to explain when, "Hey, Ryan! Are you coming or what?!" Joe yelled at her from the car. Ryan looked back to Brett, "I'm sorry, I have to go now. I'll talk to you later." Brett sighed as she walked off, "Yeah, later."