Hello governor! I just said hello in British… sort of. Ah well, ol' chap. 'Tis no matter! Have a spot of tea! LOL I crack myself up. Anyways, this is chapter 4 of How I Met Your Father. You may not remember this since I haven't updated in a while. But Zia and Carter were talking about a Yale vs. Stanford game. This chapter will be that. It will be muy interestante! So, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Ptah will do the disclaimer.

Ptah: Why me.

Me: Ptah, I don't know.

Ptah: That wasn't funny.

Me: No, it wasn't. It was HILARIOUS!

Ptah: What is, hilarious?

Me: Just do the disclaimer you date farmer.

Ptah: Fine. Magicalunicorn000 does not own The Kane Chronicles.

Me: Thanks old chap!

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So Carter and I were driving to the Stanford - Yale game. It was a Yale home game, so I would show Carter my campus. I hoped we wouldn't run into any of my students; talk about awkward. Carter was bragging about Stanford's undefeated record, when I jumped in to tease him.

"They're undefeated? Not for long." I told him. He rolled his eyes. As we got out of the car, people stared at Carter and I. It was probably due to the fact that Carter had decided to be stubborn and wear literally ALL the Stanford gear he owned. I warned him that Yale fans could be a bit crazy, especially when it comes to football games versus other Ivy leagues.

Carter grabbed my hand, and we began walking around the campus. I showed him where

all my old classrooms were, and where I teach my current class. He kept saying how Stanford had a prettier campus.

"P-lease." I rolled my eyes. "Yale has the most beautiful campus out of all the Ivy leagues." I shot back.

"Besides Stanford." He added. I sighed, exasperated. He picked me up and swung me around, then tried to kiss me, but I turned so that he only got my cheek.

"Stop! You are going to make me lose my job!" I laughed, pushing him away. He smiled and pulled me closer to him.

"Well at Stanford, I could kiss you. We don't mind a little PDA."

"Yes well, that is why no one likes Stanford." I replied.

"No, that's why Yale guys don't like Stanford, because they are just jealous that we have the guts to actually kiss our girlfriends every once and a while." I laughed at his comment. "You are laughing because it's true."

"No, I'm laughing because you are crazy. I dated many Yale guys and none of them were too afraid to kiss me." Carter got a look of jealousy on his face. I decided to push him farther. "We kissed in the library, outside the library, during study halls, in the park, on the roof, off campus, during class…"

"OK I get it." Carter cut me off. I smiled at his look of jealousy. He was now looking at every guy that walked by as a potential threat. Then I decided to be nice and wrap my arms around him, he returned the favor, and we began to walk towards the stadium. When we got there, Carter went to go buy us some snacks and soda.

Well he was in line; a guy around my age began making his way over to me. He was walking from a group of other guys, whom were all staring at me. The guy coming over was tall, a little shorter than Carter though. He had short blonde hair and was decked out in Yale gear, just like me. As soon as he was in two feet of me, he stopped and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Hey," he said, trying to act cool. "Excited for the game?"

"Mm Hm." I answered, trying to give him the hint I wanted him to go away.

"Me too. I bet we are going to cream those trees."

"Uh huh."

"So, my friends over there were talking about how pretty you were, and asked me if I could come over here and ask you if you wanted to come to our after party."

"Oh?" I said, uninterested.

"Yea. So, umm, would you?"

"Well, I'm actually here with someone." I told him.

"You can bring her, too." He said, eyes lighting up.

"Well, the thing is, that someone is actually a guy…" Just then, Carter finished buying our drinks and snacks and spotted the guy. He placed our stuff into the duat and stormed over.

"Are you hitting on my girlfriend?" He asked the guy.

The guy jumped in surprise. "Whoa. Umm, n-n-n-no. I was just umm…asking her… where… t-t-the bathroom was! Yeah, that's right!" He lied.

"Walk twenty feet that way and take a left, then it's the second door on your right." I replied.

"Okay. Thanks." Then he ran off with his friends. Carter looked at me.

"What the heck?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I guess he really had to pee." I said. Carter looked suspicious, but decided to let it go. He pulled our food out of the duat, and we went to find our seats.

The game was… interesting.