Ally's POV:
"Troy what are you doing?" I said walking into the living room. I was back in LA at his house.
"Watching UFC." He said looking at me.
"Why?" I laughed.
"I don't know." He looked. "There was nothing else on." He shrugged.
I sat next to him. "So you put on something and are now watching men beat each other up?" He nodded. I laughed.
"There's this new kid." (bout to just make someone up) "His name is Jake and he's really good."
Right at that time they started to interview him.
"Jake at 22 years old this is a very huge moment in your career. How are you feeling with all this sudden attention?"
"I'm feeling pretty good. I can only go up from here and that's my goal."
"He seems like a nice kid." I said.
"You should see him fight. He's incredible!"
The interview continued. "So an interesting person who is a fan of you. Olympic gold medalist Y/N L/N tweeted you wishing you luck in your next fight. What does that mean?"
"It's an honor honestly." He smiled. "She's a huge name in soccer, especially women's soccer and the fact that she even knows who I am is amazing. I'm a huge fan of her as well."
"You thinking about going to one of her games?" The interviewer joked.
"If she's playing near where I am you better believe I'll be there." Jake laughed. "She's really cool. Maybe she can coach me on soccer. My little brother is always asking to play but I'm not that good."
I felt a little jealous. The interview ended and the next fight got ready. "You okay babe?" Troy asked.
"I need to call Lauren real quick." I said going to get my phone. I stepped outside and called Lauren. "Jauregui I need your help." I said as soon as she picked up.
Your POV:
"UFC fighter Jacob Crawford is a huge fan of US soccer player Y/N L/N." Kelley read. I sighed. "Oh he's got a crush." She started.
"It says he's a fan." I rolled my eyes. "Not that he wants to marry me."
"You never know." I pushed her. "Hey!'
I laughed as she fell. "You're like that annoying older sister I never had."
"And you're like that annoying little sister I never had."
"At least you have an older sibling."
She shrugged. "But I'm the middle child."
"I'd rather be in the middle than the oldest." I looked around. We went to our last practice before our next match. My first match.