This is kind of just something that popped into my head. I figured I might as well start to post it since my other story is almost over and inspiration chose to strike. Its short but chill, it's just an intro.
I kind of relly like where I'm going with it. Much closer to Pride and Prej. than my other one. Completely new names though. :)
I remember the first game I ever started. I remember the hype and anticipation. But mostly I just remember being so nervous that I think I went to the bathroom every five minutes.
"This isn't just football," my best friend Charlie had told me ever since our first official day of practice, "This is Notre Dame football. This is as good as it gets Sean!"
I loved the game and I was good at it. There used to be nothing that could stand between me and a football field but that first game I was so freaked out that I only wanted to sprint out of the stadium for the entire pre-game. But once the ball was snapped the rest didn't matter. I was suddenly ready for everything or anyone that came my way. I was in control and as quarterback I was ready to lead my team to our eventual victory.
With Cameron I never had that control, she always did, and that scared me from the exact moment I met her.
I'm getting ahead of myself.
Football… football was my life.
I came from a well founded football family. My little brother had played wide receiver for our high school team and signed last year with University of Florida. My senior year when we played together they called us the Minnesota Miller-Men. Yeah stupid I know but my father loved it. He'd played his college ball and blew out his knee right before the NFL draft. Never played a second of pro ball and so he pushed his sons to uphold the family name and mutilate their opponents. And we did.
It came as no surprise my senior year of high school when all the big schools came crawling on their knees begging for me to sign with them (okay well that's an overestimation but still I was in high demand) and eventually I made my pick because who wouldn't want to be recruited by the legendary Irish football association.
I worked my ass off freshman year and watched the former QB graduate knowing full well I was going to be the "go to guy" for next season and the fate of an entire schools, rather intense, reputation would be riding on my shoulders. Have I mentioned that at Notre Dame, football is life?
I had trouble for probably the first play of the season but after that it all fell into place. I was a god at my school, in my family, hell even at the neighborhood supermarket. Everywhere I went old ladies would stop and ask if I'd sign a football for their son, and girls would follow me with their eyes. At 220 lbs and 6'6" I really wouldn't blame them but who knew the life of a college QB could be so glamorous? Even one that led his team to a 7-3 season and BCS bowl game.
Now I'm gloating. If only Cam knew.
Right Cam… have I mentioned that however successful I was on the field that unfortunately this story isn't about me. It's about Cam.
I first met Cam at some Saturday night post-victory party during my Junior year and well I'd like to say we hit it off right away and I took her back to my apartment that very night and…
I'm getting ahead of myself again. Way, way too far ahead of myself.
Well no matter what, in retrospect, I wish had happened that night it really most definitely did not.
Man I don't really know where to go from here… maybe I should just let Cam tell it. She does it all much better than I ever could. She does everything better than I ever could… except maybe football. I must admit that I have her beat in that area.
Well you get the point of it right? Me major (and have I mention obscenely attractive) and super successful quarterback (not to mention all around nice guy) at a school centered almost completely around football standing there at a party with probably the only girl in entire student body not willing to throw herself at the foot of my bed in a moments notice.
That's Cam for you; never willing to concede on anything including my raging sexual powers.
Damn it she's laughing over my shoulder at that.
Ok fine I quit. It's not fault I'm not very sentimental.
Right this is new so just... tell me what you think. Kind of? Sort of? Maybe?