( Lol. That's hilarious. When did you leave, Dragon? )

(Can I have a recap for this one as well? Also, I going to make part 8 for this)

( Oof I was not expecting Spencer to be so harsh XD. )

"That is MY phone," Spencer growled. "Give. It. Back. Fraya, shush for a sec. I can text you when I've dealt with this nuisance that may or may not have derived from an oyster." He snatched the phone back and pressed the "End Call" button, then jerked his thumb toward the door. "Leave," he said. "I don't care if you listen through the door, just get out."

Fred:

He thought for a moment. "I'm not actually sure. When inspiration strikes, you don't ask questions," he laughed.

Waverly nearly reached out and touched the screen, for a second thinking her hand would go right into the picture it looked so real. But she quickly drew her hand back when she realized she might ruin the picture. ”That’s so cute!” She said instead with a little giggle. “What made you think to make it?”

Pearl nodded. “Riiiiight. You were calling her about football. Definitely believable.”

Fraya shifted awkwardly in her chair, not sure if she should talk or not. She couldn’t exactly see Spencer’s face, so she didn’t know if speaking was okay yet. After a second, She decided to chance it. “Hi Pearl,” she said into the phone, figuring she was on speaker.

Pearl smirked at Spencer as she walked into the room and took the phone from under the pillow. “How’ve you been, Fraya? And what were you really talking about with my brother?” She waited for Spencer’s “that’s none of your business” speech.

Fraya shrugged, even though she knew nobody saw her do so. “A bunch of stuff. Be more specific.”

Pearl looked expectantly at her brother, begging for answers with her eyes.

Spencer thought quickly. "She wasn't at the game," he said to Pearl. "I'm filling her in on the highlights."

(gtg eat, but I'll be back.)

Fred:

His laugh completely fit the room, happy and dancing around. You could almost see the colors when he laughed. He grinned and said, "Thanks. This is my job everyday, so I'm probably seeing something different then what you're seeing." He then showed her what he was currently working on. It was a drawing of an adorable bird digitally, and the bird appeared to have lost something important, but he couldn't remember what.

Oscar:

He smiled at the drawing. He had seen before, yes. But it was so adorable and interesting to look at, he couldn't help but smile and laugh every time he saw it.

( There's still not much I can say, so I'm thinking at the moment.... )

@Nightmist (I’m still waiting lol)

“Hi Fraya!” Pearl called in the pillow’s direction. She smirked at her brother. “Whatcha talking about with my friend?”

Mean while, Fraya stayed dead silent for Spencer’s sake.

Spencer turned red, mumbled "Hold on a sec," into the phone, and shoved it under his pillow. He looked back at Pearl. "Nope," he answered. He spread his hands innocently.

Pearl rolled her eyes, found the spare key he always left above the door, and unlocked it, peeping her head in. She spotted his phone in hand. “Talking to Fraya?” She teased.

"Nope," Spencer replied, lying on his bed. "This room is completely empty."

Waverly couldn’t find the right words to describe it at first. Them they came to her. “It’s absolutely incredible!”

An hour after lunch, Pearl decided to go harass her brother. She didn’t find him downstairs, so she knocked on his locked door. “Helloooo? Anybody home?”

Oscar:

He grinned along with Fred. That was the reaction of everyone who came in there. There were drawings of tiny adorable cartoon characters all over the wall. There were colorful posters, books, and papers flying everywhere. It was as if Dreamworks and Disney had come to his studio and put some of their light into this studio. Fred pressed his hands together. "So," he said, "What'd ya think?" He asked, gesturing around the studio.

Waverly smiled in return to Fred, but instantly forgot everything else when she got her first glimpse of the room. “Oh wow,” she whispered.

Oscar:

He grinned and opened the door, said, "after you," and lead the way down the stairs, through the dining room, and to the closed door of Fred's animation room. Oscar knocked in a strange code they used to tell who was knocking at the door, but made it look so easy most didn't notice it. Fred came to the door and smiled when he saw Waverly. He nodded and beckoned them in. Oscar let Waverly walk in first, then walked in right after her.

Waverly smiled, grateful for the topic change. “I’d love to. Lead the way!”

Oscar:

He shrugged. "Sure, i guess. As you can already see, my room is pretty boring," he said, gesturing with his hand towards the room. "But downstairs in Fred's studio, it's amazing. He has so many drawings and different things. It's just breath taking," he said. "We could look there, if you want," he suggested.

“Right,” Waverly mumbled. She drummed her fingers on the comforter of the bed. ”It doesn’t have to be awkward... We could talk.... Or not...”

Oscar:

"You said the awkwardness, so I said awkwardness was likely to be present considering you're in my bedroom," he explained.

“That’s fine.” After a moment, she asked again, “So, what would be pretty alright?”

Oscar:

He jumped back at the loud noise and fell onto his right side on the bed. He looked at her with curious eyes. "Yeah Im still here in this room alongside you. Mentally, no I was not, like most things," he said in a flat tone.

Waverly snapped her fingers right by Oscar’s ear. “Hey Oscar, you still with me?”

Spencer rolled his eyes, knowing perfectly well that she couldn't see him doing so. "Name someone who hasn't," he challenged. Pearl was silent and Spencer had two guesses: she was too absorbed in her book to care, or she hd decided that he was too stupid to merit any sort of response. He decided it was the first, although he knew the second was quite likely. He shrugged mentally and sat down at the table, digging into the food.

Willa followed suit with a smile.

“No!” Pearl yelled down from her room.

"Hey, no fair!" Spencer called after her, laughing. "Doesn't everyone laugh at what other people did when they were three?"

Pearl hugged her mom. “Thank you!” On her way to retrieve her food from the microwave, she punched her brother on the shoulder. “That’s for laughing at something I did when I was three.” Then before he could get any revenge she quickly got her food and book, and dashed upstairs.

Willa grinned. "I seem to recall a few hissy fits about it when you were two or three," she said. " 'No, I don't want to go to the library tomorrow!' " she mimicked.

Spencer chuckled, then pointed out, "Usually those words were followed by 'I want to go NOW!' "

Willa grinned wider at her son. "So, Pearl," she said, turning back to her daughter, "While I'm sure we'll miss your lively presence at the dinner table, you may eat and read in your room if you would like to."

Pearl was slightly disappointed her mom was keeping up the conversation, but when she said library, she didn’t mind anymore. “Um, I think the book is called...” She looked at the cover. “Keeper of the Lost Cities. And yes, I would like to go to the library VERY much. Why do you even ask anymore? Have I ever said no?”

Willa Martyn nodded, slightly vaguely. "Which book is that?" she asked her daughter. "By the way, we can go to the library the day after tomorrow if you want."

(FYI it's Wednesday in this.)

“And I read my book through the whole thing without getting distracted once!” Pearl said gleefully, but knew her mom would probably just laugh at her extreme dedication to book reading and continue talking to Spencer about the game. She didn’t mind, because it was a great excuse to go to her room to read and eat in peace.

"Or we could check Mom's cameras," Spencer joked. Their mother had insisted on security cameras for their house soon after moving in, so there was a camera directly above the front entry. It would have seen whoever had in fact gotten to the door first.

"Drop it, you two." Willa Martyn came to the top of the stairs, her hair tousled. "It doesn't matter who was in here first. How was the game?"

Spencer's grin widened. "We crushed the Falcons! 25-12. Henry got at least two of our touchdowns – maybe three, I don't remember."

Pearl leaned against the counter. “Or we might find out later, since I conveniently have your favorite dessert at my finger tips.” She said the last part while preparing her own slice of shepherds pie.

Spencer opened the microwave and stuck in his dish. "The world may never know," he said, raising his eyebrows with another grin.

Henry chuckled. "I'm just imagining some person eating lunch in Beijing, wondering why someone was shrieking." His face made it clear he was joking.

(gtg. I'll be back this afternoon.)

Eli:

"Of course I did! You caught that ball and the next minute you're in the Touchdown zone. You should've heard how loud Maddie screamed! I'm pretty sure the people in China could hear her. he said, teasingly. Maddie laughed and punched him in the ribs. "What's the matter with cheering on my friend? Hm?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Pearl followed her brother to the fridge, saying, “I think you cheated. I know for a fact I got into the house first.” She mock-gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, could you have passed me after I beat you fair and square and claimed that you beat me instead? That would be so unlike you.”

I wish there was sociality fatigue, Henry thought. So you could get comfortable talking to someone – forgetting you were doing it. Out loud, he said, "Thanks, Eli! Did you see my 80-yarder run?"

Maddie relaxed as he retracted his arm and tucked his helmet away. "Oh! That's interesting."

Eli came back from the bathroom and slapped Henry on the shoulder, playfully. "Great game!! You did awesome." He said, moving to stand next to Maddie.

Henry laughed and pulled his helmet back, tucking it under one arm. "It's called olfactory fatigue. When you're used to a smell and surrounded by it almost all the time, you forget you're smelling it."

(By the way, I have experienced olfactory fatigue first-hand. After a week at farm camp or after a riding lesson or something, I'll be sad we're going home. Then I smell something and i have NO CLUE WHERE THE STINK IS COMING FROM until I realize that I stepped in poop. It's weird.)

Maddie:

"Agggh!!!! No!!! Noo!!! Get that away!!" she squealed, one hand holding her nose the other pushing his helmet away. She laughed again. "I don't know how you play a game smelling that helmet the entire time." She said.

Henry chuckled, first at Maddie's frantic realization that he was coming and second at her teasing. "I do, don't I?" he asked. He grabbed a handful of his face mask and lifted his helmet off his head. "Does this?" he asked, the grin still on his face and widening as he pushed the helmet closer to her nose.

Maddie:

"Henry!" she said cheerfully as she saw him walking towards her.

"Gabby!!! GABBY! Get up!! Stop reading! Let's gooooo!!!" she said, pulling at her sister's arm.

Gabby rolled her eyes and stood up. "You don't have to wait for me to go talk with your boyfriend." she teased, poking her in the rib.

Maddie ignored her and as Henry approached she ran/jumped down the bleachers steps, a huge smile on her face. "WAY TO GOO!!!" she said, running up to him. "Even though I had absolutely no idea what was going on, you nailed the Falcons!!" she laughed.

Gabby came up behind her, her phone raised to her ear. "Hello? Hey Mom! What? Hold on..." she lowered the phone. "Sorry, I gotta take this." She said, walking in the opposite direction. "Great job, Henry!" she called over her shoulder before raising the phone to her ear again.

Maddie looked back at Henry. She got a whiff of his sweaty, football player smell and gagged. "PHEW!!! Henry! I'm sorry, but you smell." she said, smiling. She plugged her nose with her pointer finger and her thumb and then laughed at the look on Henry's face.

"Leftovers again," Mrs. Martyn called from her bedroom. "Sorry, I didn't get around to shopping today."

Spencer's face fell. It seemed as though their mother never got around to shopping since their father had gone missing in action in the Iraqi wars. He gave a perfunctory shrug and pasted a small smile on his face. "Okay." He jogged down the stairs and opened their small fridge, taking out the shepherd's pie their mother had made two nights ago.

"Really?" Spencer said from the top of the stairs. Pearl jumped. "Wh . . . Weren't you right behind me?" she asked. He nodded. "Key word 'was'," he answered. "Put on a burst of speed in the last bit. Hey, Mom!!" he called up the stairs. "What's for supper?"

Spencer outdistanced his sister easily, losing her in the growing crowd of people on the sidewalk. He reasoned that was probably because he wasn't carrying a book and had less to worry about if he bumped into people.

Meanwhile, Henry was waiting for an answer from James Scott, the man he had been trying to talk to. Unfortunately, James had been looking away and hadn't heard him. Henry debated repeating the question, then decided he would go to the bakery tomorrow and ask again there.

He turned around to see the Geron girls just getting up from their seats. He shouldered his way through the crowd toward them, politely responding to congratulations given by the crowd.

"Hi, you two," he said when he reached earshot.

She rolled her eyes but grinned and chased after him. When they were finally running through their own yard toward the front door of their house, she put on a burst of speed and passed him easily, bursting through the door well ahead of Spencer. When he came through the door, she smiled snuggly. “You may be smart, but I’m always going to beat you home.”

"If you say so," Spencer said, although the tone of his voice made it clear he was still joking. "And I'll use it. I just said written, didn't I? There aren't any writing utensils in my head." With that, he spun on his heel and jogged away before Pearl could reply. His grin had widened.

Pearl poked his head. “Somewhere in that big brain of yours. Aren’t you supposed to be the smart, mind-of-a-steel-trap twin?”

Spencer spread his hands innocently. "And where was this written instruction?" he asked.

Pearl had smiled and waved back to the other girl with a book, then after spying the title, ”Riders of the Realm: Through the Untamed Skies,” she completely zoned out everything except the words in her own book for the rest of the game. When the game ended, she told Spencer that she was going to finish her chapter quick before joining him so they could get home. She finished in around one minute, and caught up with her brother on the sidewalk, poking his shoulder until he rolled his eyes and pulled off his headphones. “You were supposed to wait for me,“ she said accusingly.

(gtg)

(It was 25-13, but I glazed over the last scores in the fourth quarter.)

Henry, on his way down to chat with the Geron girls, saw a teen with a vaguely familiar face waving him down. He jogged up. "What's up?" he asked, then realized what he wanted as he located James Scott, the old man from the bakery. "Ah, right," he said, half to himself. "S'cuse me, sir. I said during halftime that I'd like to chat. Can we do that now?"

Tyler Scott (Twigstrike)-

Tyler let his breath catch up with him, then went back to explaining things to Brianna. After that, the game didn't go on much more, ending with the Stars winning 22-6. Happy that his team won (and that he got so spend the afternoon with Brianna) Tyler helped his grandparents clean up the area they had been sitting in before heading out of the stands.

On the way down, the Scotts ran into Henry Golden, and remembering that the star of the Star 's had wanted to talk with his grandfather after the game, Tyler waved him over.

"Right on," Spencer answered with a grin. "See ya, Eli."

As the game finished, Henry was the first to tip his helmet up. He sought out the Falcons quarterback and approached, grinning widely. "Nicely done there," he joked.

"Nicely done what? Providing you with a crash dummy? You beat us fair and square there," replied the Falcons player with an even wider smile.

Henry chuckled. "Catch you later," he answered. The Falcon nodded and moved on.

With that, Henry was up to the stands. "How'd I do, Dad?"

Stephen Fierra replied with an easy grin. "Not bad. Not bad at all. I will say, however," he added thoughtfully, "that the score should have been higher. On both teams, really, but mainly the Stars. I've told you, son: book it. Seriously. You'll be surprised as to what your own two feet can do with the ball in your hands. I can't complain, though," he decided. "The eighty-yarder was spectacular."

Henry grinned. "See you at home, he said. "I've got some catching up to do with the Gerons."

Stephen smiled to himself. He knew perfectly well what his son was trying to do, so he nodded. "I'll see you later – maybe with some brownies from the family bakery."

Eli:

He smiled at Spencer and responded. "Back at the bleachers. I'm just going to use the bathroom. I mean, The Stars have this game in the bag! Hey, look! They just scored another touchdown." He watched as the scoreboard changed the numbers to 22, proving Eli's point.

A short time later, Spencer jogged down the stairs of the bleachers to the sidewalk. He pulled up his hoodie and popped in his headphones, humming along. The Stars had won their first game, 25-13, and he intended to get home before it got too cold or dark to see where he was going.

He caught up to Eli Geron, who he could see walking up ahead of him. "Hey," he greeted the taller boy. "Where are your sisters?"

The Falcons received the kick to start the fourth quarter. The runner this time was better than the previous ones and made it to the Falcons' forty-yard line before Henry managed to bring him down. Unfortunately for the Stars, the Falcons were realizing that they had a nineteen-point deficit. Because of this, they were playing much more efficiently. Two quick upfield passes, gaining at least ten yards each time, put them at a first and ten on the Stars' thirty-eight yard line. A running play was good for seven yards and a fake-out resulting in a lateral pass made it first and ten, Falcons, from the Stars' sixteen yard line. A false start penalty on the Stars made it first and five from the thirteen, but Henry sacked the quarterback for a second and nine. The pass was swatted away for a third and nine, then a running play made it fourth and five.

The Falcons' kicking team came out, ostensibly to attempt a field goal. Henry narrowed his eyes, suspicious of a fake kick. He told his team to be ready for it in the huddle, but they needn't have worried. The Falcon's coach did not like fake-out plays very much, so the kick ended up happening. It was a bullet, straight through the uprights.

22-6, Stars ahead.

( Hmm... What exactly IS he going to say..... hmmm... the suspense.... )

“What would be pretty alright?” Waverly asked, confused, and trying to avoid what she knew he was going to say for as long as possible.

When the Stars punted, the ball tumbled into the hands of the runner. He was quickly tackled by Henry, just short of the Falcons' fifteen-yard line.

Despite of their bad field position, the Falcons quickly thundered downfield. With fifty seconds left on the clock, the Falcons were facing a second and nine from the Stars' twenty-yard line.

Henry crouched on the defensive line, determined to save the score. As soon as the ball was snapped, he stiff-armed his man as hard as he could and was facing the Falcons' quarterback. With no further delay, he whacked the other player's forearm, sending the ball sky high. HE grabbed it midair and booked it upfield.

Making it look easy, he made it to the end zone. The scoreboard tipped to 22-3 as the third-quarter horn sounded.

Brianna:

She grinned. "That's okay. All I really need to know is the really big moves, and who's winning by the end of the game," she said.

Tyler Scott (Twigstrike)-

Tyler was talking so fast, trying to get as much information to Brianna about what was happening that as soon as there was a brief pause in the game, he sat back panting. He just sat there and breathed for a few moments, but then he realized that the game was continuing on with our him, and so he turned to Brianna, a bit embarrassed. "Sorry." he panted

( Oh why thank you. x takes a bow x I have always been slightly ashamed of it, tbh )

(lol)

( It could mean lots of things.... It could mean I have a deer head on my wall..... It could mean I have a painting of a deer on my wall.... Or it could mean absolutely nothing at all :) )

( Is that a threat.... I THINK THAT'S A THREAT..... Too bad. I've got a throat that can swallow your threat. (No idea what that means or why I said it, but I think I just made it worse... oh deer...) )

(And yes I put 'deer' instead of 'dear' because there's a deer in my room)

Very quickly, the Stars came inside the fifteen-yard line. After a quick running play that Henry had no part in, it was a first and goal from the nine-yard line. Unfortunately, the Falcons had a record of very strong defense in the third quarter – and so it was proving. A series of incomplete passes led to a fourth and goal from the eight-yard line.

Henry jogged to the sideline after a Falcons timeout was called, seething. The coach was talking. "Kicking team on the field," he said. "But the line is still offensive guys. We're faking. The Falcons are good in the second half, so we've got to put up a bigger lead. Then we're going for two if we get the touchdown."

The kicker received the snap, grabbed it, and dumped a lateral to Henry. It worked perfectly. All the Falcons gang-tackled the kicker, despite him not having the ball. Henry had a clear green and booked it easily, spiking the ball happily.

The two-point conversion, however, didn't go as planned. Henry's defender tipped it away from him and Henry gasped, hating himself, as one of the Stars defenders saw the ball and lunged. Henry breathed a prayer as he saw that the man had it, making the 2-point attempt successful. He helped the guy up and thumped his back enthusiastically, incredibly grateful.

The announcer was going nuts, along with the fans. The scoreboard tipped to 15-3, Stars, with 2:29 left in the third quarter.

( What if that's not what IM rooting for.... MhmhmhmHMMMMM...... )

( I have no idea what you just wrote Flamefrost, just because I don't what and or understand football :) )

Oscar:

He shook his head. "I hope not," he said. "Would be pretty alright right now considering you're in my bedroom.... at the moment..." he said quietly.

Play continued as the clock dwindled down in the third quarter. The Falcons kept successfully making first downs from third downs, much to the aggravation of the Stars' coach. Finally, with six minutes to go in the third quarter, Henry watched from the sidelines as the Falcons' quarterback was sacked at a third and seven, making it a fourth and twelve. He jogged out onto the field to receive the kickoff as the Falcons' punting team came out.

The Falcons' punter was a good one, Henry thought. The ball came to him deep in the end zone, a strategically good idea to try and minimize the return yardage. However, he added mentally, usually the opposing team didn't factor in that an excellent player was returning the kick.

He nabbed the ball easily in the end zone and ran it forward at least thirty yards before anyone got a hand on him. He twirled several times to avoid the Falcons defenders and made it to the Stars forty-yard line before he felt any serious resistance. A Falcon had jumped u=into the air toward him and their elbow snapped into his face mask, sending him spinning with a heavy thump to the turf.

He stood up quickly, shaking off the pain in his neck, and was satisfied to see a yellow penalty marker. His grin was confirmed as he heard the officials saying, "Personal foul. Defense number 18. 15-yard penalty added to the end of the run, automatic first down."

He pumped a fist happily. First and ten from the Falcons' forty!

“It’s not going to be awkward now, right?” Waverly asked with some obvious worry in her face and voice that she failed to conceal.

Oscar:

"Oh no it's fine," he said, reassuring himself just as much as reassuring Waverly. He looked up at the ceiling of his very bare and boring room. It was a blue room with a bed and night table, two book cases each containing 200 books. And then a desk right in front of the window with an unfinished story on it. He did not have many hobbies.

( Omg im doiung as much as i can XD )

( i've been busy...... )

( -.- )

(Not to sound needy, but Oscar hasn’t said anything in almost a week, possibly more.)

( That's okay I just havn't been on in a while.... heheh )

Brianna:

She immediatly dropped to the floor of their bleacher to help clean the mess up. "S'okay. It's not the first time it's happened to me," she said with a reassuring grin on her face. When the napkins ran out, she grabbed a popcorn bag and finished wiping the floor up with the now soggy and paper-like bag. She smiled at their work and then looked at the scoreboard. For a moment she had thought the Falcons held the lead, but realized that the Stars were winning, and felt relief.

(Ahhhh sorry)

( OOF IM CATCHING UP. ALMOST DONE. )

Maddie:

She thrusted herself up and and out of her chair, cheering at the the top of her lungs. "GO HENRY!! GO HENRY!!!! GET IT!!!!!! OHHH YEEAAAHHH!!!!!!!" she screamed.

Gabby:

She clapped and cheered as well.

Eli:

Shoved more popcorn into his mouth before clapping and cheering.

Henry charged ahead and sidestepped his defender easily. A quick pass to him as he got to the end zone made it 13-3, Stars. He hurried to the sidelines after slapping high fives with the QB.

A quick kick made it 14-3, Stars. The crowd roared its approval.

Gabby:

She glanced up from her book to check the scoreboard and a satisfied smile crossed her lips as she saw that the Star's were still in the lead. Then, her glance dropped to return to her book, but instead caught the eyes of another girl. She turned her head to meet the eyes of another girl, around her age, with a book sitting in her lap. Gabby smiled and waved to the girl, happy that she wasn't the only one who brought a book to a football game.

Pearl Martyn sat at her brother’s other side, and as soon as she did she opened her book she’d brought with her and zoned everything and everyone else out. Until she saw another girl who’d brought a book along out of the corner of her eye, that is. Then she looked up, trying to get a better look so she could see if the title was familiar. Everything else she kept zoned out.

(Btw, I already used the name Sawyer for humanized Sparrowfire)

(gtg to bed)

Spencer Martyn, accompanied by his twin sister Pearl who had been persuaded into coming, arrived at the game as halftime was ending. There had been a soccer practice for Spencer before then, preventing him from getting to the game earlier. He now glanced at the scoreboard and breathed a small sigh of relief that the Stars were in the lead, 7-3. He was slightly disappointed that the score was as low as it was, but he reminded himself that any score was a score. Spencer scanned the stands to try and find some that were still empty, and in a reasonable viewing position of the field. not surprisingly, it was a little while before he found any. In the row directly under the announcer's booth, only one man was sitting. Spencer presumed that this was because other people wanted to avoid the thunders of the loudspeakers, but he couldn't see any other seats that looked reasonable. He started up and sat in the seat next to this man just as the announcer boomed the news of a 'second and goal'.

The Falcon's coach called a timeout, most likely to mess with the heads of the Stars. The announcer took the time to go into a history of the Stars football team. Very few people were listening, so he concluded as the Falcons jogged back onto the field.

The Stars did the same. This time, Henry was not intended to get the ball at all. He heard the snap and darted to block his man. The play was similar to before, but this time the running back actually took the snap and flipped it back to the center, not the quarterback, and the center plowed up the middle. He gained four or so yards on the play before being shoved down.

"A QUICK RUNNING PLAY BY THE CENTER MAKES IT SECOND AND GOAL FROM THE THREE-YARD LINE," boomed the announcer.

Tyler Scott (Twigstrike)-

Tyler and Brianna had made their way back to their seats, arms filled with various snacks and drinks, just as the third quarter started. The pair watch intently as the first play of the second half started, Tyler explaining every thing that was happening in the field. When Henry's run almost scored the Stars another point, Tyler leaped to his feat to cheer him on with the rest of the crowd. But as he did so, he lost control of his drink, and it hit the ground with a thud, splattering soda all over himself and Brianna. "I'm so sorry." Tyler exclaimed, bending down to try to clean it up with the few napkins he had brought with him from the concession stand.

(Scratch that. GTG now.)

(sorry for length. Gtg soon.)

Henry chuckled as he guessed, correctly, who had spoken – or shouted – that. He didn't have time to process this, as the snap had just sounded in his ears. This time the play was a fake-out. The Falcons were expecting what they had seen previously in the game: the QB would pass to Henry, and the Falcons would get a first down. This time, the center snapped it to one of the running backs, who pretended to hustle it down the field in the crook of is elbow. In actuality, the ball went to the quarterback himself. The quarterback flipped it back to the center, who dumped a short lateral pass to Henry.

The play worked perfectly. The Falcons gang-tackled the running back, only to realize he didn't have the ball. No one was in Henry's way as he pelted upfield, only shoved out of bounds just barely, possibly seven yards, short of a touchdown.

Henry, grinning widely, turned back to the congratulations of his team and his face fell. A yellow flag, marking a penalty, was on the turf at the line of scrimmage. He listened to the referee, filled with suspense. He breathed a sigh of relief when the official motioned that the penalty was on the Falcons.

"Holding," the official stated. "Defense number 67. Five-yard penalty! Automatic first down."

Henry smiled widely. That would put the Stars on the two-yard line.

Gabby:

"Oh boy, hear we go ag-"

Maddie:

"WHHHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! GO GET THEM HENRY!!!!!!!!!! YYEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!" she cheered, ignoring her siblings.

Had Henry been within earshot of the triplets, he would have probably done the same as Maddie. Instead, he was a bit busy running to meet the football that the Stars' quarterback had thrown. He did a quick spin move to duck under the arm of a Falcon that was reaching for him, then faked left and ran right to shake off the other one. The ball arced neatly over their red helmets and landed in his hands. He was about to book it, but there was a third Falcon in front of him. By this point, the required ten yards for a first down had been achieved, so he allowed himself to be pushed out of bounds – albeit after gaining another twelve yards up the field.

"A NEAT PASS BY THE STAR'S QUARTERBACK TO GOLDEN HAS SET UP A FIRST AND TEN FROM THE FALCON"S THIRTY-THREE YARD LINE," the announcer boomed.

Gabby:

She rolled her eyes at Maddie. "How many times are you going to scream like that? It's not like he made a touchdown."

Eli:

"Ooohhhh. Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed!"

Gabby:

"Shut up, Eli."

Eli:

"Okay! Sorry, Miss Grouchy!" he chuckled.

Gabby:

She sighed in frustration and angrily gulped her water.

Maddie:

"Hmph! Well, I don't care what you say. It's a free country! I can cheer for my friend as loud as I want to!" she snapped, her hands placed firm on her hips.

Gabby:

"More like your boyfriend." she mumbled, nudging Eli and making hearts with her hands.

Eli:

He stifled laughter and crammed more popcorn into his face.

Maddy:

Her cheeks flushed and she sat down with a heavy thud.

Maddie:

She cheered, clapping her hands and waving her arms while stuffing popcorn in her face. "GOOOOO HENRY!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, slightly blushing

(Well hello, Dragon.)

Henry jogged out onto the field and turned to see the large clock, built into the scoreboard on top of the announcers' booth: 5:37. Just as he reached the end zone, the horn sounded to tell the audience to return to their seats as the third quarter was about to start. He squared up and swung his arms in the end zone, preparing to receive the punt from the Falcons. He waited, squinting in the late afternoon sunlight. He watched and heard the snap, then searched through the air for the ball. He jogged forward slowly as he saw it, tumbling slowly. He caught it easily and glanced at the Falcons, who were running toward him. He judged that they were far enough away to not be a threat, so he kicked up into high gear. He had crossed midfield and the crowd was going berserk when he was finally brought down, slightly past the Falcon's 45-yard line.