The game began.

Chris had been antsy since the previous night as Emery hadn't returned his texts, neither had he informed him whether he was still coming or not.

The ball suddenly flew towards the East and his gaze, while following the ball in the air, landed on a certain head of blonde hair sitting in the front row and watching him intently with a small smile.

A huge grin swept across Chris' face and now he knew exactly where to channelize his energy.

Ninety minutes into the game and it was won.

Chris had managed to score a goal too, something that surprised coach Evans to such an extent that he even hugged the boy.

The nineteen year old couldn't bother showering before he ran across the field and towards the bleachers where an overjoyed Emery leapt onto him. The scent of Axe mingled with a sweaty one and made the hug infinite times better than the coach's.