Every night there's always that pretty girl who catches your eye, I mean how could there not be? They would all line up if you let them. Tonight though, tonight was different. That girl is beautiful and as she gets shoved away from her spot for autographs I make sure to get hers before anyone elses. Scratching my ugly writing into the white leather I throw the ball back up to her, her making a perfect catch. I smile at her as she backs away not reading what I wrote but I know she'll see it later once she's away from this crowd. I can only hope she'll do as it says.
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Story in Corey's POV if you didnt catch on to that yet but comment and vote so i know if i should continue or not (lets be honest i will anyways but still nice to know)
