It Can't Get Any Better

[Adrian Parker]

"Down... Set... hut, HUT!"

Adrian took a step back, taking the football from underneath the center's bent over frame. He stayed in the pocket just like coach had been telling him. He prepared to sprint to the left just like Shayne had been telling him. He knew what he should do; listen to coach. But he knew actually showing Shayne that he's paying attention to what she says matter. 

So when he saw the pressure coming from up the middle and his center collapsing underneath the defense, he pivoted on his right foot turning left and bursting on the speed that he knew he had. As a quarterback one must be dependable, reliable and a good leader. Adrian had those qualities plus more. He could lead this time to the championships this year. He WOULD lead them!

A defensive tackle was right before him and swept at his feet. Adrian had prepared and jumped over. He was up and away, but he had not been quick enough. The tackler clipped his feet, and Adrian came down on his toes a little awkwardly. He nearly went to his knees but he got back up. 

Not yet past the line of scrimage, the ball wad still in play. He found an open man and launched it. Adrian glanced up at he clock, only 10 seconds left. The receiver caught the ball and hailed it all the way down for the touchdown.

"Yes!" Adrian exclaimed and pumped his fist. The others came over and lifted him up. He smiled brightly from his success. Looking around he was was thinking, it doesn't get any better than this.

When they finally let him down, he turned his eyes over to face the coach. He was shaking his head. Adrian felt a twinge of disappointment. But it was just practice. It was for fun.

Smiling and patting the fellas on the backs, he walked through he crowd and noticed a familiar face on the sideline. It was Shayne. He smiled and waltzed over to her.

"Hey lover", he opened up. "How was film class?"

He kissed her on the lips and tried not to get too much of his sweat on her. 

[Shayne Trastamara]

During Spring it was either partly cloudy, sunny on occasion, and lots of sporadic rain fall - perhaps too much sometimes. However, may it be rain or sunshine, the boys had taken to the football field for practice. It wasn't an unusual thing. As soon as the snow melted and winter felt like a distant enough memory, the Coach had his team reacquainted with grass, sweat, and the fact that they were the reason for his supposed high blood pressure.

When Shayne watched her boyfriend from the sidelines, as much as it was thrilling to relish in pride over Adrian's abilities in football, she got a great kick out of the accompanying show. She smiled at the Coach's flushed cheeks, and his fine skill of self-censoring - turning expletive language into something less offensive to the ears. Possibly due to a few complaints that had reached the Dean's desk. It was never dull on the field.

Shayne brushed flying tresses of blonde hair from her face as her Quarterback headed her way. She flashed him a broadening smile, as she edged towards him - closing the distance even quicker.

"Hey sweetie," she replied in greeting, taking her hands out of the pockets of her Calvin Klein jeans jacket. She'd gone denim for the day - opting to match the jacket with a nice pair of fitted jeans. "Film class was uneventful to say the least." Shayne's Professor had decided on critiquing the film Clueless, for some...reason or another. She tiptoed in brown, high-heeled boots and pressed her lips to Adrian's. She laughed softly as she tried to avoid pressing her white t-shirt against his sweaty form.

"You need a shower," she said, grinning as she took a slight step back. With her thumb she wiped away the trace of lipstick she'd left on his mouth. "You were great out there too." She gestured to the field, and the lingering guys who took to horsing around a bit.

[Adrian Parker]

Adrian could only admire at how great of a girlfriend he had. She was supportive in so many ways, and most of all cared about his love for the game of football. She was there even during practice and never once complained about his watching of the highlight reels. Hell, she went as far as correcting some of his mistakes in posture, surely something his coach should have been doing. She was just... Everything he could want.

However, Adrian knew better than to make this whole conversation all about him. Which in the end made him question a brow raising as she spoke of her film class.

"Really? That class is like the higlight of your day," Adrian said with a genuine surprise.

Some of the guys poured over and started whispering sweet nothing chants of "loverboy", teasing Adrian but more so making Shayne feel like a part of the team. 

Adrian fought back his reddening cheeks and playfully jabbed a closed fists into the other players as they came by. "Oh, shut up!"

One of the fellas slapped a towel on the shoulder of Adrian and he immediately said, "Thanks, Calvin." Then applied the dry towel over his forehead. Looking over at his love, he then pressured the towel in other wet spots. But surely, he knew that wouldn't get him completely dry or the inevitable musk that was surely soon to come.

And he brought his attention back to Shayne fully. "And thanks to you. For watching." he said openly. He laughed it off, scratching the back of his neck. "If only coach felt the same way you feel."

He turned and glanced back at the coach who was now verbally chastising the defense and especially the player who blew the tackle that could have made Adrian pay dearly for running the ball instead of staying in the pocket and throwing it.

He felt suddenly a bit guilty for not listening to the coach, but felt good that his team still backed him up 100% of the way. I mean that's all that matters right.

Bringing those eyes back to Shayne, he said, "He'll find his time to yell at me soon, I'm sure of it."