Yelling, cheering, chanting. The din came from either side of the the football field. Less than friendly banter was exchanged from opposing fans. Lines splayed from the concession stand, students and parents brought gifts of popcorn to their family and friends. People had already started situating themselves in the bleachers.

I leaned against the wire fence that seperated the crowd from the players. I was in full spirit mode, blue and green ribbons threaded through my hair. My face was painted with his number on my cheeks and his offensive jersey on my back. I donned a pair of old blue and green tye-dyed jeans and his letterman jacket.

The crowds roared as our team ran through. He was at the lead,pumping a fist in the air as they ran into the middle of the field. I leaned over the fence, standing on my toes to reach out. He jogged over to me, grinning like mad.

A good luck kiss and the game began.