Totally didn't forget the NFL pals existed.

Totally not already on chapter 200 and in need of making another book-

Whatever how you doin'?

"I can be tough! I can be as tough as Texas himself!" Huffed Houston Texans, he glared daggers at Los Angeles Rams from across the kitchen table. They burst out laughing, almost falling out of their seat. "Hey! I-I can be!" After at least ten minutes L.A.R's laughter sub-sighted. 

"Texy. I'd love to believe you if you didn't apologize every five seconds over things you did. Some of them are not even bad." 

"I CAN PROVE IT!" Yelled the other man, he covered his mouth immediately. "Sorry for yelling..." L.A.R giggled again, their point proven. Houston Texans's eyes widened when he realized he apologized... He wasn't good at this whole proving himself thing... "I'ma go to my room." He mumbled, quickly running away. 

The Stallion (Yeah so that's one of the nicknames for the team. Look it up-) felt a small pinch of guilt, he wasn't really going to his room. He should say sorry later for that lie. He wanted some fresh air. And no more teasing from the Californian teams. He sped walked outside and into the backyard.

He paused when he noticed Buffalo and the Steelers sitting on his favorite bench... 

Damn it. 

He shouldn't bother them, so he turned to leave. "What's up with you marshmallow?" Buffalo asked, that man always had a thing for guessing when something is bothering someone. "Ya seem a bit off. You ok?" 

The Texan gulped. "Sí (Yes), I'm fine sir- oh shit! You said not to call you sir anymore!! Sorry!" Houston Texans always respected his elders. Some of them wanted to not be respected or reminded that they were old. More specifically Buffalo. 

"You're fine. Don't do it again or I kick your ass." Said Bills, who calmly patted a spot on the wooden bench for him to sit.

"Talk with us." Steelers cut in, placing his book on the table beside him. The Texan did as he was told and sat in between the two older men. "What's got you so heated? Don't think neither of us noticed how pressed you seemed when you first walked out here." 

"Well, I-" 

"Is it those damn Californian Teams again? I swear they cause nothin' but trouble in this shitty household. I should've stayed up in New York but noooooooooooooo~! I had to come here to this hell hole." Buffalo interrupted him, granted that was a bad habit of his anyway. Houston Texans never really minded that tho. He found it funny when Bills would rant about the older days of football and how 'soft' this generation of the sport is. "Can't believe it. I'm such a dumbass, you know-" 

"Let marshmallow speak Bills. God, you're so irritating." 

"Oh, hush Steelers damn..." Buffalo spat. Then he stuck his tongue out. 

"Real mature of you. Go ahead marshmallow, what's wrong." 

Houston Texans took a deep breath in and out. "I'm sick of everyone thinkin' I ain't tough. I can be! I'm a Texan! I've won countless games and am proud of it. Sure I apologize... a lot... But yeah. I like hugs, dancin', and all that good stuff. Unicorns are neat and I will die on this hill. Even with all my beliefs, I should at least have a little respect!! I'm one of the biggest NFL teams and everyone still picks on me! Like what the fuck guys..."

"Listen, hun, you're tough. Ignore people. Because you're one of the few not assholes in this house," Steelers paused and glared at Buffalo, "They'll pick on ya more. You're a nice kid. Don't change. And if you do I'll shank you." Steelers finished with a smile, he placed a hand on the younger team's shoulder. His form of comfort was terrifying... Houston Texans shivered slightly.

"Yeah, those fuckers give ya issues come to us. You're our favorite here since ya nice. And ain't fucking shit up constantly. Unlike Mr.Steelers here." 

 "Shut the fuck up you skinny ass lanky ass bitch." Snaped Steelers, who stood up. Buffalo did the same a big grin forming on his face. 

"Make me big guy."

"The sexual tension in here is so strong right now." Eagles said, again appearing out of nowhere. The three football teams stared at him. The Texan began to giggle slightly. "What? Am I wrong?!" He asked.  

"Yes. GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH THAT BULLSHIT-" 

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