August 29th
Even better.
Ainsley
I wake up with a start, worried I’m going to be late for class. It’s my last semester, and the school wonderfully scheduled a senior-level course to start on Monday mornings at eight. Yes, I’m being sarcastic.
I grab my phone and check the time, seeing that I have an hour before class and a text from Damon.
Except … wait.
I look at my phone again. It’s Saturday. I don’t know what I was thinking. Actually, it is what I was dreaming. I was dreaming I was late for class.
And possibly walked in naked.
Damon: We flew home right after the game. Got home late. People met us at the airport. Fans. Cheering for us. Cheered for the crappy way we’d played.
Me: I think they were cheering for a victory. For an exciting finish. The last few years, it didn’t go our team’s way.
Damon: Our team?
Me: Yes, our team.
Damon: You and me?
Me: That too.
Damon: What if I’m not as good as I think? What if I don’t go pro?
Me: Where’s that champion mindset right now?
Damon: It’s in fifth place.
Me: You have a backup plan.
Damon: Yeah, you’re right. Their showing up meant a lot though. And I’ve been thinking a lot this morning. And I might have come up with a plan to play.
Me: What’s that?
Damon: Well, the starting receivers weren’t exactly lighting the field on fire last night.
Me: So, you’re going to light it up in practice this week?
Damon: I need to, yes. See, my girl is going to be at the next game. And I need to show off for her. So, I have to make it happen.
Me: I can’t wait! And I think even if you don’t start but you get to play, we celebrate the way we promised.
Damon: Fried chicken and champagne.
Me: Exactly.
Damon: Naked.
Me: Even better.