I own no credits or rights to it this. It all goes to Warner brothers and the director.

Hope you enjoy it!

However, I do own Jeremiah Harrington, Coach Matt McDaniel, Adam Cessano, and Jake Harrison. They are made up characters I made for the Trojans team.


Becky's POV:

"Ok, everyone. Are we ready to go out there and... and. What's the word I'm looking for?" Murphy asked, trying to get us rattled up.

"Demolish?" I offered.

"Yes! Are we ready to go out there and demolish those nasty, slimy Trojans?!"

"Yeah!!!" Everyone shouted, banging their helmets on some tables.

"Hey! Hey! Calm down you guys!" Uncle Kev shouted, waving his hands.

"Now, I hope today will be the day we finally beat those lowdown Trojans!" Hanon said, and everyone else agreed.

"Not on our watch, you won't!" A loud male voice cane booming from the vent, cackling.

I rolled my eyes. How charming. I can't stand him. You're probably wondering who he is. Well, his name is Jeremiah Harrington, number 52 on the Trojans team.

"Harrington, that you? I can't wait to see your face when we beat your sorry Trojan butts." Spike snarled, but luckily he got rid of that metal cap years ago.

"Keep dreaming, Hammersmith. I'd like to see you guys try to beat us." Jeremiah cackled.

"I can't wait to totally pound those guys!" Briggs shouted.

Soon after, we were in the hall, about to be introduced. "Hey, good luck, Becks." Spike grinned at me.

I pulled him in for a hug. "You too."

"Please welcome the heart of this very stadium, The O'Shea Brothers Football team." The announcer boomed.

We ran and broke through the paper. I saw my cousin, Debbie, from the sidelines, doing cartwheels. She waved at me as I went pass.

"And please welcome our guests, The Trojans!" The Trojans burst through their paper, that their coaches held up for them.

My dad and Uncle Kev walked up to the fifty yard line to meet the Trojans coach, Coach Matt McDaniel. "Heads or tails?" The referee asked.

"Tails!" Uncle Kev shouted.

Dad tossed the coin up in the air and caught it on his wrist and covered it by his hand. He removed his hand to see what it was. "Tails."

"Yes! In your face, McDaniel! See you on the field!" Uncle Kev said, as we ran to our side. "Huddle up, you guys!"

We huddled up while Briggs got the play. "Ok, silver streak to Hanon on 2." Briggs told us.

"Ready? Break!" We shouted.

We got in the correct positions. "Ready, set, go!" Junior passed me the football. Then I ran a good ways back and threw it to Hanon, who was on the other side of the field.

He ran and then we got a touchdown. "Yes! Yes!" I cried, jumping up and down.

This time Junior went and got the play. "Ok, chicken little flea flicker on 2. Remember Johnny, that's a pitch to you." I reminded him.

"Oh yeah."

"Ready? Break!" We all ran to the field and got into our positions. I was right on the 50 yard line, Johnny directly behind me. "Ready, set, go!"

I threw the football under my legs to Johnny and he ran until he scored another touchdown.

"Yes! We're on a roll!" Spike said, as we hugged.

We got back in the huddle. "Ok, I'll be back with the play." Murphy said, as he walked towards the sidelines. Then a few minutes later, he walked back over to us. "Ok. Pass off to Junior on 2."

That meant that we would stand in a line and Junior would be behind us. So then one of our players would turn as soon as they got the football and throw it to them. The player being me, of course.

"Ready? Break!" We all got into our positions, just behind the line. We all lined up and the moved over one spot. Then I threw the football behind me, to Junior.

He ran the opposite way than they'd expect him to, and he made it pass them without a problem. Well, I will admit that jerk Jeremiah tried to tackle him, but failed.

"Yes! We might just win today!" I cried, smiling.

"I hope we do!" Spike said, grinning at me.

We got back in the huddle, as Spike ran to go get the play. He came back, instantly. "Ok, it's silver streak to Becky on 2. So Junior will throw the football to me, then I'll run a little ways back. Then throw the football to you, ok, Becks?"

"Yeah, ok." I was already heading toward the end zone. I heard them say, "Ready? Break!"

From where I was standing, I saw Junior toss the football behind him and Spike catch it. Spike ran back for a good ways, then threw it.

It came slicing through the air, as I caught it and ran straight behind me to the end zone. I fell on my face, and got mud streaks on the front of my jersey and my face.

Whenever I got up, the first half buzzer went off and we ran towards the locker room. When we got in there, I started doing a little victory dance. "I can't believe that they haven't even scored a single point today. They really lost their winning streak." I said, giggling.

Suddenly my dad and Uncle Kevin came into the locker room. "Guys, I'm surprised we even got this far. But in the second half, let's try and make sure that we give it our all. While beating their sorry asses." Uncle Kev said, grinning at us.

When our break time was up, we came back out, only this time, those slimy Trojans had the ball. "Don't count on yourself this time, Icebox. We're going to beat you." Jeremiah sneered at me.

"You can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?" I asked, using what I said the first time I met Spike.

"You bet I can." He said, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Fine, then let's go." I said, as I got ready to tackle whoever got the ball.

"Ready, set, go!" Number 29, Adam Cessano, shouted, as he threw the ball behind him to Jeremiah.

He tried to make it pass us, but I wouldn't let him. I ran straight for him and tackled him, almost immediately. He called me something that started with b and rhymes with witch. He pushed me onto the ground, and I got the wind knocked out of me. Again.

I sat up, and made gasping noises like a fish, when he's out of water. Spike ran over to me, concern etched on his face. "Becks, are you ok?"

I managed to regain my breathe. "Pushed down. By Jeremiah." I said, with short breaths.

Spike's face got as red as a red tootsie pop. "He did what?! What else did he do?"

I didn't want to tell him the other thing he said, but I knew if I didn't, he find out, one way or another. So I just told him what he had said.

If life was like a cartoon, I honestly think I'd see steam coming out of his ears. "I'm going to go tell coach!"

He ran off towards my dad and uncle Kev. Uncle Kev looked at me, then he walked towards the referee. "Personal foul, number 52. White!" The referee shouted, pointing at Jeremiah.

"Are you freaking blind? What kind of a call is that?!" Jeremiah screamed, as he ran over to the referee, who just shrugged his shoulders at the angry boy.

I giggled at his face, which was red and his veins were popping out all over his neck and face. "Thanks, Spike." I said, hugging him.

"Yeah, no problem. Nobody calls my girlfriend that." He kissed me on my forehead.

We played for a long time, but then it came time for the trick play. And for some strange reason, they gave us the ball. It's the second half of the game, it's their turn to have the ball.

"I don't know why they gave us the football, but now we can use it on the Annexation of Puerto Rico trick play." Junior grinned as we got in our positions on the field.

I got behind him. Spike stood not too far away from me. "Ready, set, go!" Junior bellowed. He placed the ball on the ground behind him.

I passed to Spike, who was the decoy. Number 23, Jake Harrison, tackled him as Jeremiah also tackled him.

"Yeah! No mercy!" They shouted, smacking palms.

Spike turned over, laughing. "No ball."

They whipped their heads to the end of the field, which Hanon was running towards. Before anyone could so much as lay a hand on him, he was already pass the line.

That did it! We won the game! I ran to Spike and Junior. "Yes! We won!" We jumped up and down.

Out of nowhere, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around. Jeremiah was standing behind me. "What do you want?" I snapped.

"Listen, I just wanted to apologize. I'm sorry for calling you that. That was way out of line."

"Hey, I forgive you. But that really hurt, you know."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am." Jeremiah said. "Good game, by the way."

"You too." I said, as he walked away with his teammates.

Dad and Uncle Kev ran up to us. "Great job, guys! For the first time in forever, we finally beat The Trojans! Y'all want to go for pizza? From The Pizza House?" Uncle Kev asked. "To celebrate our win."

"Yeah! Thanks, Coach Kevin! Let's go, you guys!" Briggs shouted, running off our field.

We all walked to the Pizza House, which was just across the street.

I ordered cheese and pepperoni pizza. Which are two of my favorite kinds of pizza. I ate, at least three pieces of both. I also ordered a coke. Debbie sat down next to me.

"Hi, Becky! Great game! Y'all did really good today, considering y'all haven't beat these guys before." She smiled at me.

"Yeah, to be honest, I'm really glad that we finally beat them. Last year meant war, because of the fact that they trashed our locker room. But now that we've beat them, the war is officially over."

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see who it was. Who I saw, made me smile. "Hey, Becks. You did great on the Annexation of Puerto Rico."

"You're the one that completely had them fooled. It wouldn't have worked without you." I grinned at him. If I'm being honest, I know that I'm lost in Loveland. I never felt this way about anyone before (including Junior).

"Thanks. I'm just glad we finally beat them. They deserved it after what they did to our locker room last year."

"Remember when we first met?" I laughed, thinking back to the day I'd first met him.

Spike laughed. "Boy, do I."

*Flashback*

My dad stepped up to us, with a tall boy in a football uniform on, behind him. "Guys! I got great news! We got a new player!"

Everyone murmured, eyeing the new boy, suspiciously. He was mighty big for a 10 year old.

"Spike's in Hell. Spike's in Pee Wee Hell." That was weird; I've never met someone that talks in the third person before.

"Guys, Spike here is going to be our new tailback." Dad said.

"Great! Now we can run the Annexation of Puerto Rico." Nubie said.

"What's the Annexation of Puerto Rico?" Spike asked, sneering a bit at the name.

"Well, I don't know if we're quite ready for that. What kind of formation you like to run out of, Spike?"

"Power I." Spike said. "Who's Spike's lead blocker?"

"The Icebox."

"Where's he at?" Spike asked.

I stepped out. "Right here."

Spike looked like someone was pulling a sick joke on him. "Is Spike mistaken? Aren't you... a girl?"

"Gee, good eye." I rolled my eyes.

"Spike don't play with girls." He looked at my dad.

"She's pretty good, Spike." Dad said, in my defense.

"Spike don't care, didn't you hear? Spike don't play with..."

I hit him with the football. "I can tackle anything, anytime, anywhere got that?"

"Look you berserko Barbie doll, when you mess with Spike, you mess with death."

I got up in his face, as he got up in mine. "You can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?"

"Try me!" Spike was getting closer to my face, and for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me.

"I will!" I shouted back.

"LETS GO!!!" Spike shouted.

"RIGHT NOW!!!" I shouted back.

He pushed me. Then Jake Berman cried out. "Somebody call 911!"

*End Flashback*

"I was such a little jerk, wasn't I?" Spike asked, laughing.

I smiled. "You weren't all that nice. At first, but once I got to know you, you got nicer. And even stopped talking in the 3rd person." I said. "But at the first big game, when we first met, I appreciate what you did."

"What did I do?" Spike asked, looking a bit confused.

"You clapped, even though you lost. I didn't forgive you straight away, but that definitely helped it."

"I mean, just because I didn't win, doesn't mean I should've been an asshole about it. My dad was crying and that made it so much more awkward."

I snorted. "Oh, god. I remember that. Did you know that after the game, I had to go back? I left my cleats in the locker room." I laughed. "When I walked onto the football field, your dad was sitting on the ground, sobbing his eyes out."

Spike took a sip of his coke as soon as I said that. Then he snorted and coke shot out of his nose. "No kidding? That's why he was three hours late getting home. He stayed at the football field and cried."

"Honestly, I wasn't really surprised that he did. I mean, if he'd cry over you losing a football game in front of people, no doubt he'd do it by himself."

"Yeah, you got that right."

"Alright, kids. Time to go." Uncle Kevin said, getting up from the table.

"See you later, Spike." I said, hugging him.

"Bye, Becks." Before we left, he kissed me on the lips in front of all our teammates. Before we'd officially started dating, I would've been so embarrassed if he'd kissed me in front of them. But now that we've put a label on it, I'm not as embarrassed as I would've been to begin with.

That shows how much we've changed and how much I really like or maybe... love Spike Hammersmith.


Spike's POV:

When coach Danny and coach Kevin called me to see if I was on my to the football game, I was like hold on. It's already Monday? It felt like it was just Friday.

But I got there in five minutes by bike. Sean Murphy was doing what he normally did; he tried to rattle up the whole team, by being loud. "Ok, everyone. Are we ready to out there and... and. What's the word I'm looking for?"

"Demolish?" Becky offered. I smiled. She knows just what to say.

"Yes! Are we ready to go out there and demolish those nasty, slimy Trojans?!"

"Yeah!" Everyone shouted, banging their helmets on some of the tables.

"Hey! Hey! Calm down, you guys!" Coach Kevin shouted, as he walked into the locker room. He waved his hands as though, trying to calm us down.

"Now, I hope today will be the day we finally beat those lowdown Trojans!" Hanon exclaimed, bitterly. And everyone else agreed. Something had to be done.

"Not on our watch, you won't!" Came a loud booming voice from the vent that connected our locker room to the guest one.

I knew exactly who's that voice was. And I couldn't stand him. Jeremiah Harrington. "Harrington, that you? I can't wait to see your face when we best your sorry Trojans butts!" I snarled.

"Keep dreaming, Hammersmith. I'd like to see you guys try to beat us." Jeremiah cackled.

"I can't wait to pound those guys!" Briggs shouted, pounding his fist in his hand.

Not too longer after that, we were standing out in the hall, waiting to get introduced. I walked over to Becks. "Hey, good luck, Becks." I grinned at her.

She pulled me in for a hug. "You too."

"Please welcome the heart of this very stadium, The O'Shea Brothers' Football Team." The announcer boomed.

We ran and broke through the paper. We took our spot on the right side of the stadium.

"And please welcome our guests for today, The Trojans!" The Trojans burst through their paper that they're coaches were holding up for them.

Coach Danny and Coach Kevin walked up to the 50 yard line to meet the Trojans coach, Matt McDaniel. "Heads or tails?" The referee asked, holding a quarter.

"Tails!" Coach Kevin shouted.

Couch Danny tossed the quarter up in the air, and caught it on his wrist. He removed his hand to see what it had landed on. "Tails."

"Yes! In your face, McDaniel! See you on the field!" Coach Kevin said, as we ran to our side of the field. "Huddle up, you guys!"

We all huddled up while Briggs went to get the play. "Ok. Silver streak to Hanon on 2." He said.

"Ready? Break!" We shouted.

We all got in our correct positions. "Ready, set, go!" Junior passed the ball to Becky.

Becky ran back a little ways, then threw it to Hanon, who was more or less on the other side of field.

He ran, with half of the Trojans trailing after him, and ran straight into a touchdown. "Yes! Yes!" Everyone cried.

Junior went and got the play next. "Ok, chicken little flea flicker on 2. Remember Johnny, that's a pitch to you." Becky said.

"Oh, yeah." Johnny said, grinning sheepishly.

"Ready? Break!" We all ran to the field and got into our positions. Becky was right on the 50 yard line and Johnny was just directly behind her.

"Ready, set, go!" Becky threw the ball under her legs, so that way Johnny caught it without a problem.

He ran all the way until he made it and we scored a touchdown. "Yes! We're on a roll!" I said, as I hugged Becks.

We got back in the huddle. "Ok, I'll go get the play." Murphy said, as he walked towards the sidelines. He came back a few minutes later. "Ok, pass off to Junior on 2."

Everyone knew what that meant. It meant that we would stand in a line and Junior would be behind us. So then, one of our players would turn as soon as they got the football and pass it to him. The player would most likely be Becky

"Ready? Break!" We all got into our positions, just behind the line. We all lined up and then moved over one spot. Then Becky threw the ball behind her, to Junior.

He ran the opposite way than they'd expect him to, and he made it pass them without a problem. Well, I did see that Jeremiah try and tackle him, but he failed in doing so.

Becky ran up to me. "We might just win today!"

I grinned at her. "I hope we do."

They all got into the huddle, as I ran to the get the play. I came back almost immediately. "Ok, it's silver streak to Becky on 2. So Junior will throw the football to me, then I'll run back a little ways back. Then I'll throw the football to you, ok, Becks?"

"Yeah, ok." I heard her say as she ran down towards the end of the field.

"Ready? Break?" We shouted.

"Ready, set, go!" Junior passed the ball to me. I caught it then ran back a little ways, then threw it to where Becky was standing.

It came directly at her, slicing through the air. She caught it and ran directly behind her to the end zone. She fell on her face and got mud streaks on the front of her jersey and her face.

Once she finally got up, the buzzer went off and we ran towards the locker room. When we got in our locker room, Becky started to do some kind of victory dance. "I can't believe that they haven't even scored a single point today! They really lost their winning streak." She giggled.

Suddenly coach Danny and coach Kevin came into the locker room. "Guys, I'm surprised we even got this far. But in the second half, let's try and make sure that we give it our all. While beating their sorry asses." Coach Kevin said, grinning at us.

Once our break time was up, we finally walked back out onto the field, only this time, those slimy Trojans had the ball.

"Don't count on yourself this time, Icebox. We're going to beat you." Jeremiah sneered at her.

I heard her say, "You can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?" That brought back memories of when I first met her.

"You bet I can." Jeremiah said, snarling.

"Fine, then let's go." She was ready to tackle anyone that got close to her.

"Ready, set, go!" Adam Cessano, Trojan number 29 shouted, as he threw the ball to Jeremiah.

He tried to make it pass Becky, but there was no way she was going to let him. She ran straight for him and tackled him to the ground.

I watched as he pushed her to the ground, and I'm pretty sure she got the wind knocked out of her... again. She slowly sat up and acted like she couldn't breathe. I ran over to her. "Becks, are you ok?"

It seemed like she managed to regain her breath, but she was still having a hard time talking. "Pushed down. By Jeremiah."

"He did what?! What else did he do?" I knew there was definitely something else she wanted to tell me, but she probably wasn't sure how I'd react.

When she told me what he'd said, I saw red; I was honestly so mad at him for doing that. "I'm going to tell coach!"

I ran over to tell coach Kevin what happened. He walked over to the referee and told him what I'd said. "Personal fowl, number 52. White." The referee shouted.

"Are you freaking blind? What kind of a call is that?!" Jeremiah screamed, he looked so angry, he even had little vains popping on his neck and forehead. But the referee went unbothered.

"Thanks, Spike." Becky said, hugging me.

"Yeah, no problem. Nobody calls my girlfriend that." I kissed her on her forehead.

We played for a good while longer, but then it came time for the Annexation of Puerto Rico. And for some strange reason, they gave us the ball. It's the second half of the game, it's their turn to have the ball.

"I don't know why they gave us the ball, but now we can use it on the Annexation of Puerto Rico trick play." Junior said, grinning as we took our positions on the football field.

Becky got behind him. I stood not too far from her. "Ready, set, go!" Junior bellowed. He placed the ball on the ground behind him.

Becky acted like she passed it to me, because I'm the decoy. I ran down the field as Jeremiah and number 23 Jake Harrison, tacked me. "Yeah! No mercy!" They shouted.

I turned to them and grinned. "No ball."

They whipped their heads to the end zone, where Hanon was making the last touchdown of the day. That did it! We won!

Becky ran to Junior and I. "We won! We actually won!"

From in front of Becky, I saw Jeremiah tap her on her shoulder. "What do you want?" Becky snapped.

"Listen, I just wanted to apologize for calling you that. That was way out of line. ." Jeremiah said.

"Hey, I forgive you. But that really hurt, you know."

"I know and I'm sorry. I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am." He said. "Good game, by the way."

"You too." She said, as he walked of the field with his teammates.

Coach Danny and Coach Kevin tan up to us. "Great game, you guys. For the first time in forever, we finally beat the Trojans! Y'all want to go for pizza? From the Pizza House?" Coach Kevin asked. "To celebrate our win."

"Yeah! Thanks, Coach Kevin! Let's go, you guys!" Murphy said, running of our field.

We walked to the Pizza House, which is just across the road from our football field. I ordered cheese, pepperoni, and meat lovers'. Those are all three my favorite kinds of pizza.

I don't really know how many pieces of pizza I ate, but I think it was at least like four or five. I also got a Coke.

I sat down next to Becky, who was talking to her cousin, Debbie, Coach Kevin's daughter. "Hi, Becky! Great game. Y'all did really good today, considering y'all haven't beat these guys before."

"Yeah, to be honest, I'm really glad that we finally beat them. Last year meant war, because of the fact that they trashed our locker room. But now that we've beat them, the war is officially over."

I put my hand on her shoulder. She turned around and smiled when we she saw me sitting in the chair behind her. "Hey, Becks. You did great on the Annexation of Puerto Rico." I smiled at her.

"You're the one that had them completely fooled. It wouldn't have worked without you." She grinned at me. Oh what what smile does to me. It tied my stomach into a bunch of tangled up wires.

"Thanks. I'm just glad that we finally beat them. They deserved it after what they did to our locker last year." I said.

"Remember when we first met?" Becks asked, grinning.

I laughed. "Boy, do I."

Flashback*

Once Coach O'Shea and I got to where the rest of his team was, it didn't take long to realize that there wasn't much to it. "Guys! I got great news! We got a new player."

All of the other kids stepped closer, muttering things about me.

They all stared at me. "Spike's in Hell. Spike's in Pee Wee Hell."

"Guys, Spike here is going to be our new tailback." Coach O'Shea said.

"Great! Now we can run the Annexation of Puerto Rico!" A short blonde haired boy with glasses said.

"What's the Annexation of Puerto Rico?" I asked, sneering a bit at the name.

"I don't know if we're quite ready for that. That formation you like to run out of, Spike?"

"Power I." I said. "Who's Spike's lead blocker?"

"The Icebox."

"Where's he at?" I asked.

A tall brown haired girl stepped out. "Right here."

I felt like someone was pulling a joke on me. "Is Spike mistaken? Aren't you... a girl?"

"Gee, good eye." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Spike don't play with girls."

"She's pretty good, Spike." Coach O'Shea said.

"Spike don't care, didn't you hear? Spike don't play with..."

Icebox hit me with the football she was holding. "I can tackle anything, anytime, anywhere, got that?"

"Look you berserko Barbie doll, when you mess with Spike, you mess with death.

"You can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?" She started to get up in my face.

"Try me!" I got up in her face. Getting up this close, I saw that her eyes are pretty much the same color as mine.

"I will!" She shot back.

"LETS GO!!!"

"RIGHT NOW!!!"

The short boy with a bowl cut and glasses, cried out, "Somebody call 911!"

I wanted to burst out laughing, but yet, I didn't want to show any emotions, other than anger.

*Flashback Ends*

"I was such a little jerk, wasn't I?" I laughed.

She smiled at me. "You weren't all that nice. At first, but once I got to know you, you got nicer." She said. "But at the first big game, when we first met, I appreciate what you did."

"What did I do?" I didn't know what she meant.

"You clapped, even though you though you lost. I didn't forgive you straight away, but it definitely helped."

"I mean, just because I didn't win, doesn't mean I should've mean an asshole about it. My dad was crying and that made it so much more awkward." I said.

I heard her snort. "I remember that. Did you know that after the game, I had to go back? I left my cleats in the locker room." She laughed. "When I walked onto the football field, your dad was sitting on the ground, sobbing his eyes out."

I took a sip of my coke at that moment and then I snorted and it came shooting out of my nose. "No kidding? That's why he was three hours late getting home. He stayed at the football field and cried."

"Honestly, I wasn't really surprised that he did. I mean, if he'd cry over you losing a football game in front of people, no doubt he'd do it by himself."

"Yeah, you got that right."

"Alright, kids. Time to go." Coach Kevin said, getting up from the table.

"See you later, Spike." Becky said, hugging me.

"Bye, Becks." Before we left, I made sure that I kissed her. I kissed her in front of all our teammates, too. It doesn't make me feel weird, especially when I feel so in love with her.