I've not done disclaimers in a while, but you know I own nothing. Except Brodie. MWAHAHA! HE'S MY HOT FICTIONAL CHARACTER! beats obsessed fangirls with stick. (for some reason, I don't think there are all that many obsessed Brodie fangirls. Oh well.) continues beating fangirls

Amanda put down the paper cutter and stood up. She left the mess of mutilation devices on the floor and just walked away…

I put my iPod, speakers, hoodie, and book in my seat on Bus 2. Away game. Prepare for total randomness.

Hannah rushed onto the bus. "Dibs on the seat across from you!" she yelled, too loud for the empty bus.

"Whatever, dork," I laughed. I noticed the duffel bag in her hand.

"Vault?" I asked.

"And books and CDs," she said defensively.

"I'm gonna find Brodie," I said and went to the front of the bus. For some reason, I felt this away game wouldn't be just another away game.

Brodie was sitting under the bridge connecting the two halves of the school, playing his guitar. There were some band people around him, then some football players were around them. I made my way through them to Brodie. In his guitar case, he had earned three dollars, twenty-five cents, and a Jolly Rancher. I sat down next to him. He grinned and picked up the Jolly Rancher. He put it between his teeth like a real Casanova giving a lady a rose and said, "For you, my dear."

I plucked it from his teeth and unwrapped it. It was watermelon. Brodie got a notebook from his bag and flipped through it. He handed it to me when he found the place he was looking for.

"Think you can sing for everyone?" he asked. I couldn't refuse, unless of course I wanted to make a complete arse of myself. Well, I wouldn't have said no to his gorgeous face anyway. He has that affect on people.

"Sure," I said without enthusiasm. He smirked playfully and began to play. I had heard the band rehearse many times before so I knew where to put the words into the music.

I sang, self-conscious. I had never sung in front of this many people before. The song wasn't very long, only about two minutes. The band was working on extending it to around three. The song seemed to last for hours with all these people scrutinizing.

It finally ended and applause rang in my ears. The crowd had grown to about thirty people. I hid my face in my hands and ducked onto Brodie's shoulder. He hugged me. "START LOADING THE BUSES!" a band mom yelled. The football players retreated to their two buses and the band ran to their four. Yeah, we are that big.

Brodie raced me to the bus and almost tripped over a rock. I started laughing so hard I could barely walk, let alone run. Brodie inevitably beat me to the bus. He waited for me to get on and dived into our seat. The chaperones wrinkled their eyebrows but didn't say anything to him. They never did.

The ride over there was extremely insane. Brodie got smacked across the face with an inflatable hammer by Axel, and in turn, Axel got beaten with said hammer. Hannah and Tyler were 'not to be bothered' for most of the way up there; in other words, they were in a huge make-out fest that not even a chaperone would dare interrupt for fear of getting hurt.

We finally arrived at the school. Brodie was on loading crew, so he got off first and ran to the band trailer. The rest of us got off momentarily.

I got my saxophone, which was sitting off to the side, safe from harm, thanks to Brodie. I put it together and went to join my section outside the gate. There are three other tenor saxes aside from me; Caleb, Emily, and Bethany. Caleb is the section leader. He isn't as demanding as our last section leader. Not even close. He's a senior, but he's not stuck-up like most of the seniors. He's really laid back.

Everybody lined up for warm ups. I bent the rules a little and went to stand by Brodie until we started. He kissed me as I walked up. He had his snare on, so it was pretty awkward, but nice nonetheless. "I love you," he whispered in my ear. "I love you more," I whispered in his just before I went back to line up again.

"B flat concert!" the drum major yelled. She had on way too much mascara, but it didn't look too bad on her. "Band horns UP! One, two, ready, play!"

We did our warm ups and the drums started playing. We marched onto the field for pregame. Going through the show seemed all too natural for me. We marched off, hearing cheers coming from both our stands and the opposing stands. That always made me feel warm inside. We got into the stands and played the fight song.

"Go Big Red!"

"JHS!"

We cheered and put our horns down, having the next five minutes of the game to do whatever we needed to. I needed to find Brodie.

I put my sax down and climbed down to the drum section. Brodie was there waiting for me. He put his arms gently around my waist.

"Do you want some hot chocolate?" he asked. It was cold.

"Don't you want to warm me up instead?" I pouted. He couldn't refuse. We sat down, arms around each other. He kissed my forehead, my wrists, my neck. He eventually found my lips. It was a slow kiss, the kind I live for. Well, inevitably it got a little faster, Brodie being a guy and all.

Eventually we had to stop. "How about some hot chocolate now?" he pleaded.

I put my finger to his cold lips. "Sure, babe."

By the time we returned to the stands, Styrofoam cups in hand, we had scored a touchdown. Seven minutes on the clock, we had to get back to our seats. I quickly kissed Brodie and went to go sit with the other tenors, who had strategically placed themselves behind the tubas. We couldn't see at all.

"Why are we behind the tubas?" I asked Caleb.

"Emily wanted to."

"Ah," I said. Emily is dating, or should I say domesticating, a tuba player. All the tubas are wild and frivolous. Now that Emily, a preppy sophomore, is dating Taylor, a skater junior, the tubas have turned it down a notch. Now, on a wildness scale of one to ten, they're only about an eleven.

"Taylor! Stop it," Emily wailed. Taylor was dancing to a song the other band was playing. He didn't, of course. All the tubas were dancing.

"If you don't stop, I'm not going home with you after the game," Emily warned. He didn't stop. I couldn't blame him.

"Fine! I'm not going home with you. EVER!" she shrieked. She stomped out of the stands. Taylor watched her go. He shrugged and went back to dancing. He's definitely and admirable boyfriend. Taylor is actually a great guy though. Taming him…well, it just doesn't happen.

Halftime came surprisingly quickly. I wanted to go talk to my friends from summer camp that came to this school.

"Brodie," I said. I laced my fingers around his.

"Darcy," he said. He kissed my forehead.

"Let's go find our friends!" I said. He nodded and led the way around the track to the home crowd. I immediately spotted a group of people I knew. I ran over to them.

"AAH! OOGIE!" I squealed. A guy with shaggy red hair grinned at me.

"LEGS!" he yelled. He hugged me so tight I could barely breathe. It was Kyle, one of my best friends from summer camp. As for the nicknames "Oogie" and "Legs"… well, that's a long story.

"BRETT! RANDY! GABBIE! VADER!" I saw some other people from camp in Oogie's circle. Brett, Randy, Gabbie, and Phil, aka Vader, were some of my best friends too. Gabbie was my roommate. Brodie knew all of them from countless instant messaging mass conversations and some phone calls.

"This is Brodie," I said, putting my arm around his small waist. They all guy-hugged him, except Gabbie, who of course just plain hugged him.

"So, how's life been treating you all?" I asked.

"Well, Joey and I broke up. But now I'm dating Nick," Gabbie said, gesturing to a guy I hadn't noticed before. He was wearing a sweater, a nice shirt underneath, a scarf, and a puffy coat. He was a nice dresser.

"I'm dating this fantastic guy, Alex." Randy said. I'd almost forgotten he was gay. He was probably the straightest gay guy I knew. He dressed like a skater, although he didn't board. He loves The Academy Is… and Rise Against. Girls loved him, but he didn't love them back.

"That's awesome!" I squealed.

"I'm not dating anybody. But I am going on a small skate tour next month," Brett said. He was one of the best skateboarders I knew.

"I've been making some short films. Two of them are going to be shown at this filmmakers' convention in a couple weeks," Vader said.

"Oh gosh. You have to tell me when and where. I'll so be there," I said, both to Vader and Brett.

"Oogie! What about you?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Well, I'm going on that skate tour too. I've got a bunch of concerts coming up, some of which I have a spare ticket to…" he said. I grinned.

"What bands?" I asked.

"Oh, only Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, The Used, Taking Back Sunday…" he said.

"Oh my gosh. How much do you want?" I jumped up and down.

"Nothing, if you're coming." I smiled and looked at Brodie. It wasn't like I had to ask permission, but I wanted some form of approval.

"Darcy, you know I've got tickets to RJA and TBS for both of us. But I wouldn't mind you going to see The Used. As long as you get me a shirt." Brodie shrugged. He wasn't too uncomfortable. I had no idea he had those tickets though. I kissed him quickly.

"I love you soooo much!" I said.

"I love you too," he said.

"So, I'd love to go to see The Used," I said to Oogie.

"Hey, Brodie. It's not like I'm stealing your girl. It's a whole bunch of us going, staying in a Days Inn, and coming home. No biggie," Oogie said. Brodie didn't seem to think that sounded offensive at all. I probably would have.

"Okay, that's fine," Brodie assured. Only two minutes till halftime was over. I got out my cell phone and opened the datebook.

"Give me some dates. I want to come to everything."

I got the dates and times for the skate tour, the concert, and the convention. I also acquired everyone's phone number, home and cell.

"I think I'd better be getting back to the stands. See you all! Loves it," I said.

"LOVES IT!" they yelled.

"Brodie, I didn't know you bought us those tickets…" I said.

"Think of it as an early Christmas present," he said.

"I'm Jewish."

"No, you're not."

"You caught me."

"I love you." He picked me up and I put my knees around his waist. We kissed one of those romantic, only-seen-in-movies kisses.

"I love you too. And not just for the tickets or any other material thing you could ever get me."

"Aw, I know." He's gorgeous when he smiles.

I closed my eyes as he brought me back to solid ground.

Wow, this one seems pretty dang long. Or maybe it's just because it took me forever to write this one. Darn you, writers' block. Darn you all to heck.

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