Summer, 1983 (I'll call you by mine)

Friday Night Lights

Christopher and Jude headed out of school straight to the football field. It was their first game of the season and they were nervous it was their senior year their last hoorah!

"So how are things going with Chelsea?" Jude asked tossing a towel to Christopher.

"Great I guess, I mean she's hot don't get me wrong but she's really fucking boring. All she wants to do is talk about music and art. She talks to me about art like I'm an idiot, I told her I spent most of my summer where Monte Berm was painted she basically called me a liar. I make out with her just so she will shut up. It's times like this I miss Valentina."

"Damn that's harsh, this is why I like Kelly she talks to me like the genius I am." Jude laughs.

"You're an idiot." Christopher pauses trying to figure out how he's going to break it to Jude that he's invited David out tonight. "So don't be mad but I invited David to go out tonight."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No, look he cornered me at the party last week. Told me he missed being my friend so I invited him to the game and then out with us. I miss him too Jude, it's been fucking hard avoiding him when all I want to do is be with him. Even if it means at a distance. He was my friend first Jude."

"I know and you know I don't like him. What are you going to do if he makes a pass at you again?"

"He's not, I told him I'm seeing people and the last I heard he was still with his boyfriend."

"Are you fucking dumb? He was with his boyfriend when he slept with you last time." Jude whispered, the rest of the team was coming in the locker room now.

The pep rally was full of people the colors of the school were represented by everyone even Elio, he shed his Juilliard colors for the Roosevelts Jaguars on friday nights. He wore the gold and white shirt with the number 23 on it and the name Alder written on it in the white lettering. Oliver and Elio looked ridiculous, they painted their faces, screamed louder than any of the other parents. The marching band came out and there was Jona in the back playing the drums, they cheered for him. David watched, trying to find Christopher in the crowd of boys on the field looking for number 23, he tried looking for the tallest but Christopher was far from that among these boys.

They all lined up when the National Anthem was about to play everyone in the stands and on the track stopped and stood. David finally saw the number 23 and Adler in white lettering. They watched as Christopher launched the ball down the center of the field nailing the hands of its receiver to get the first touchdown of the night. They all cheered as the ball went over the line, it always made Christopher rush with adrenaline. He was on a high like no other, looking up at the stands he saw his parents and next to them was David. He waved and pumping his fist into the air. He knew if they won, David was going to see a different kind of Christopher tonight, he was going to see the jock.

With the last 30 seconds of the game, the Jaguars were down by 1. Christopher was going to run it, it was rare for Christopher to run the ball which means the other team wasn't going to suspect it. When Jude shotgunned him the ball he saw his opening and he took it they were ten yards from the touchdown line. Christopher ran through the only opening he had, within a few inches of the line he was hit from the side, knocking the wind out of him and over the line. He was gasping for air, Jude knew he couldn't breath. The ref called the touchdown and Jude lifted Christopher up.

"Arms up! Arms up!" Jude yelled at him, Christopher did as he was told. Soon they were engulfed by the rest of the team they had won 30 to 28. The win wouldn't hold Christopher back from the pain he was feeling. After they hit the showers and came out to the parking lot.