Theater Girl Freen and Football Captain Becky! 🏈🎭

Becky had been counting down the hours. No, scratch that—the minutes. Ever since Freen had promised to come to her game, it was all she could think about. She’d been bouncing off the walls, running her mouth about Freen so much that Emma and Alice were practically at their limit.

"Alright, I’m saying this with love," Emma huffed, stretching her arms before warm-ups, "but if you mention Freen one more time, I swear I’m kicking the ball at your face during the game."

Alice, smirking, added, "You’re acting like you’ve never had someone come to your match before."

"Not her ," Becky shot back, adjusting the laces of her cleats. "This is different."

Emma and Alice exchanged a look—the kind that said oh, she’s totally whipped.

Before they could tease her any further, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the stadium.

Freen.

Becky spotted her immediately—long sweater sleeves covering her hands, hair softly tucked behind her ears, a little hesitant but looking around like she was searching for Becky.

And just like that, Becky forgot how to function.

"Oh my god, she’s finally here," Becky whispered, voice borderline giddy.

Emma snorted. "Yeah, no kidding. You’ve been staring at the entrance like a lost puppy for the past fifteen minutes."

Freen’s eyes finally met Becky’s, and the way her face lit up—soft, warm, just for her—made Becky feel like she’d already won.

Instead of keeping it cool (which, let’s be honest, was never her strong suit), Becky grinned like an idiot, lifted both arms, and waved wildly across the field.

Freen chuckled at the dorky enthusiasm and waved back, before making her way to the stands where Jamie and Ted were waiting for her.

Jamie, ever the menace, nudged Ted. "Our girl’s got it bad."

Ted, nodding sagely, added, "This is worse than I expected."

"Yup. Totally whipped," Emma muttered under her breath, watching Becky jog back onto the field with renewed energy, practically buzzing.

The whistle blew, signaling the start of the game, but Becky’s mind was still stuck on Freen.

The game had barely started, but Becky’s focus was already all over the place.

Emma and Alice were in the zone, hyped up as they sprinted across the field, their usual competitiveness kicking in. The energy of the crowd, the tension of the match—it was electrifying.

But for Becky?

Her attention kept drifting to the stands, where Freen sat between Jamie and Ted, looking a little overwhelmed but still completely invested.

Jamie and Ted, of course, were giving a full-blown commentary like they were ESPN analysts.

"Oh, she’s good," Ted mused, watching Becky maneuver past an opponent.

"Yeah, but watch, she’s gonna mess up in three… two—"

Right on cue, Becky turned her head toward the stands, eyes locking onto Freen for just a second too long—

And bam. She nearly lost the ball to the other team.

Emma, who saw everything, groaned loudly. "Becky, focus! Your girlfriend’s not going anywhere!"

Becky snapped out of it, muttering an embarrassed curse under her breath. She barely heard Ted burst out laughing from the stands.

Freen, meanwhile, was still watching intently. She wasn’t the loudest in the crowd, but her eyes never left Becky. There was something about seeing Becky in her element—sharp, determined, completely in control of the field. Even through the chaos, Freen was mesmerized.

The game got more intense, sweat dripping, bodies colliding, the cheers of the crowd growing louder. Becky locked in—finally focused—and pushed harder.

And then—

Goal.

The stadium erupted. Becky’s team won.

The second the final whistle blew, Becky didn’t even hesitate .

She barely took a moment to celebrate with her teammates before darting toward the stands, eyes locked on Freen. She was still breathless, adrenaline buzzing through her veins, but none of it compared to the excitement of seeing Freen standing there, waiting for her.

Without thinking— Becky was running.

Freen barely had time to react before Becky crashed into her, arms wrapping around her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground.

"You’re never missing a game again," Becky murmured against her shoulder, voice breathless and full of joy. "You’re officially my lucky charm."

Freen blinked, caught between flustered and amused. Her fingers instinctively curled around Becky’s, and Becky felt a rush of warmth spread through her chest.

Freen let out a small, surprised laugh, her arms instinctively coming up to hold Becky back. "I—okay?"

Becky pulled away just enough to see Freen’s flustered, adorable expression, and before she could help herself, she grinned even wider.

And then—

Chaos.

"So this is the famous Freen, huh?"

Emma swooped in first, smirking as she leaned an arm on Becky’s shoulder. "Gotta say, she’s cuter than I expected. No wonder you’ve been insufferable all week."

"Emma, shut up." Becky shot her a glare, but her ears were definitely turning red.

Alice, standing next to Emma, was a little quieter. She took a moment to observe Freen, as if silently assessing her before finally giving a small, approving nod. "She’s cool."

Jamie and Ted were not so subtle.

"Okay, first things first," Jamie clapped his hands together, looking at Freen seriously. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how unbearable was Becky leading up to this game?"

Ted snorted. "I’m guessing a solid 12."

Freen, finally finding her voice, let out a soft laugh. "I wouldn’t say unbearable…" She glanced at Becky, eyes twinkling. "Just… very, very energetic."

Becky groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Jamie threw his hands up. "See? Even she knows."

Emma, Alice, Ted, and Jamie burst into laughter, fully enjoying Becky’s rare moment of embarrassment.

Freen, though a little overwhelmed by the sheer energy of Becky’s friends, found herself smiling. They were loud, a little chaotic, but also… welcoming.

Amid the teasing and jokes, Becky subtly reached for Freen’s hand again, giving it a small squeeze.

Freen glanced at her, and Becky grinned—just for her. A silent reassurance. I got you.

And suddenly, being thrown into Becky’s wild, close-knit world didn’t feel so overwhelming anymore.

It just felt… right.

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The post-game tradition was sacred.

No matter the outcome, win or lose, Becky’s gang always celebrated—or, in the case of a loss, drowned their sorrows together. Tonight, though, it was all about victory.

And Freen?

She was about to get a full, unfiltered introduction to this chaotic little family.

The Pizza Place

The gang burst through the doors of their usual pizza joint, loud and unapologetically rowdy.

"Three large pizzas, extra cheese, extra pepperoni, extra everything," Jamie called out before they even sat down. "We just won a game—no holding back."

Emma, sliding into the booth beside Alice, grinned. "Also, our dear Becky finally dragged her mysterious girlfriend out in the open, so this is a double celebration."

Becky rolled her eyes but didn’t even deny it. Instead, she just guided Freen to the seat beside her, making sure she was settled before anything else.

"Do you like pizza?" she asked softly, as if it was the most important question in the world.

Freen, amused and a little overwhelmed by the energy surrounding her, nodded. "Who doesn’t?"

"Good answer," Jamie said approvingly, clapping Freen’s shoulder. "She can stay."

Ted leaned in, pretending to be serious. "Okay, but real talk—what’s your stance on pineapple on pizza?"

Freen paused.

Everyone turned to look at her.

Becky groaned. "Guys, can you not interrogate her like she’s on trial?"

"This is important information!" Alice said.

Freen, finally catching on to their humor, smirked slightly. "I think I’ll… plead the fifth on that one."

The gang burst into laughter.

Emma wiped a fake tear. "She’s quick. I like her."

Becky beamed.

The Teasing Begins

As the pizzas arrived, the conversation inevitably turned toward embarrassing Becky moments.

"You know," Emma started, taking a bite of her pizza,  

Alice nodded solemnly. "I second that."

Jamie leaned forward, eyes twinkling. "Freen, has she told you about the time she tripped during warm-ups and tried to pretend she was stretching?"

Becky, mid-bite, choked. "I swear to God, Jamie—"

"No, wait, wait, wait," Ted cut in, grinning. "Or what about when she accidentally called Coach ‘Mom’?"

The table exploded into laughter.

Freen, who had been quietly observing until now, finally laughed—really laughed.

And Becky?

She was absolutely doomed.

Because that laugh? That soft, genuine laugh? Yeah. Becky was never recovering from it.

She turned to narrow her eyes at her so-called best friends. "You guys are the worst."

Emma patted her shoulder. "We’re family. That’s what we do."

Freen, still chuckling, met Becky’s gaze—and Becky melted a little.

She reached under the table, gently taking Freen’s hand, thumb grazing over her knuckles. Just a small touch, just a little reminder:

"I’m glad you’re here."

And Freen?

She squeezed back.

Because suddenly, this loud, chaotic, messy group of people didn’t feel overwhelming anymore.

It felt like home.

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The night air was crisp, the streets quieter now as Becky and Freen walked side by side.

Becky refused to let go of Freen’s hand. She didn’t care if her teammates would roast her about it later—she wanted to hold on to this moment.

Freen’s fingers were small and warm in hers, and Becky absentmindedly traced slow circles over the back of her hand, as if memorizing the feeling.

"Did you have fun?" Becky finally asked, glancing over.

Freen, still a little shy from all the chaos at dinner, nodded. "Yeah. Your friends are… a lot."

Becky chuckled. "Yeah, they are."

A beat of silence. Then—

"But they’re good people," Freen added, glancing at Becky from under her lashes. "I see why they mean so much to you."

Becky squeezed her hand. "And now, they’re gonna love you just as much."

Freen ducked her head, hiding a small smile.

It wasn’t long before they reached Freen’s dorm. They stopped at the entrance, the glow of the streetlight casting a warm halo around them.

Becky, still high off the win, high off Freen being here, high off just—her, lifted her hand to cup Freen’s face.

"I wasn’t joking, you know," Becky said, eyes bright and completely, utterly soft. "You’re my lucky charm now."

Freen’s breath caught.

For a second, she just stared at Becky—like she was still trying to believe this was real.

Then, before Becky could process it, Freen leaned in.

A soft, fleeting kiss—right on the corner of Becky’s mouth, brushing her lips.

Warm. Light. Absolutely earth-shattering.

Freen pulled back quickly, cheeks flushed.

"Goodnight, Becbec." Her voice was small, but there was something undeniably fond in it.

And then she was gone, slipping inside before Becky could even think of responding.

Becky?

She just stood there.

Staring at the door.

Processing.

Finally, she let out a breath and ran a hand down her face, completely dazed.

"Yeah," she muttered to herself, shaking her head but grinning like an absolute fool. "I’m so gone for her."

And if Emma, Alice, Jamie, and Ted heard her saying that to herself the next day and never let her live it down?

Well, that was a problem for future Becky.

Because right now?

She was too busy falling.