"Okay, okay. Slow down Jack!" I was practically running after him.

"(Y/N), you need to hurry up, or we'll be late!" He replied without turning back to face me.

"Late to what? Where are you taking me?" I asked him, grabbing his wrist. He stopped walking and looked down to my hand gripped onto his wrist. He shook it off only to tightly entangle them together. He squeezed my hand at smiled at me. He honestly did make me feel happy.

"It's a surprise. I can't tell you, but you'll find out soon enough." He turned and started walking again, pulling me along by the hand.

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We arrived to the campus and walked through the open front gates.

"What time is it?" Sean nearly shouted, even though I was right by his side.

"It's 1:23, but Jack, you don't have to yell."

"Sorry, it's those drums, 'ya know? Septic Infection needs a drummer, and I stand there for them. Daithi and Craig are like my brothers, I couldn't let them down." He started dragging me to the west side of campus.

"Oh, yeah! I forgot you were in a band!" I giggled lightly, but Sean smiled as he rolled his eyes and continued walking forward. "What do Daithi and Craig play?"

"Daithi on bass, Craig on lead and vocals. My voice is too high, and Daithi's is too low."

"That's so awesome. Maybe, I could come watch you guys play sometime?" I asked enthusiastically. I absolutely LOVE music, especially live.

"Yeah... Maybe..." Sean trailed off. He sounded somewhat deep in thought. I wonder why.

"Okay, we are here." Sean opened his arms to a crowd of cheering and screaming people.

"The football stadium?" I arched my brow at him.

"Mhmm... I figured we could just, you know, chill here and watch the game." He said, retaking my hand. "Here, follow me." He brought me up to the top of the bleachers and he sat down. I looked down at him to see the glowing smile I admittedly love. I wanted to smile back at him, but I found a frown had crept on instead without permission. I wanted to be happy for Sean here. But I'm just not... really a football person. But I have to suck it up. For Jack. For Sean. I forced a smile and sat down beside him.

"Oh, come on (Y/N). That won't do. Here," he said, patting his lap. "come sit on ol' Jackaboy. I know that's one of your favorite things to do." He whispered seductively in my ears and wiggled his eyebrow at me and I chucked in response.

"No, Jack, I'm fine." I said back as sweetly as possible.

"Just come here baby doll." He grabbed me by the waist and I laughed, sitting sideways now on his lap. I kissed his nose.

"S-sorry." I whispered, facing forward towards the game. Sean snaked his arms around my waist and gently placed his head o the top of mine.

"For what, exactly?" He breathed in my hair.

"I... I don't know..." I peeped back, resting my arms on his and lacing our fingers.

A few minutes passed along with some boos and cheers, but I looked down at my feet and sighed. I just couldn't do it, this doesn't interest me at all.

Sean heard me sigh and asked, "What's wrong (Y/N)?"

"Nothing Jack. I just... don't find interest in football."

"Oh..." He mumbled, starting to look down with me.

"Please don't be disappointed in me. I tried to be interested, I really did." I turned to him as my eye filled and poured with tears. I don't want him to be mad at me.

"No, no, no. (Y/N), please please don't cry." He put his hands on my cheeks. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't either. I fucking hate it." He said, lightly chuckling.

"Wanna see why I really brought you here?"

"Ummm...." He didn't even give me a chance to respond before pulling me off the bleachers.