Kickoff for Love

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Authors: Amelia Whitmore
asked. 
    "Yeah, he is, but he's not Catholic, and she only just discovered that.” We heard footsteps growing closer and I whispered into Ashley’s ear. 
    "Catholics have sex too.” She tried not to laugh but still managed a chuckle. 
    I watched a girl with tanned skin and long brown hair, except for the parts that were shaved, walk around the corner. "Hey chica!" She said loudly before throwing herself at Ashley. 
    Ashley grunted but hugged her back. 
    "Hey." she laughed. 
    Lindsey stepped around her to stand in front of me. "You must be the football player.” She crossed her arms and walked in a circle around me. I stood stiff as a board. Why was it that I was getting the third degree tonight? She glanced back at Ashley. "He'll do.” They both burst out laughing. 
    I didn't know how to react. I must have looked like I was upset by it because Ashley wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek. "She's only teasing.” Lindsey came around my other side, putting her arm across my back and running a finger down my chest. "Yeah, only teasing," she whispered seductively in my ear. I looked down at Ashley worriedly, trying to say something but failing. 
    "Lindsey, knock it off. He's not prepared for your teasing yet.” Ashley said. I looked at her in shock. I hope that nobody ever "teases" Ashley like that because I won't be so calm. Lindsey's cell phone beeped. "OOH! Bry's here!" She squealed excitedly and ran out the door. We followed slowly behind. 
    "I did warn you." Ashley said with a smirk. 
    "Yeah, but I wasn't expecting that. I was thinking something more along the lines of 'oh Andy, you're so cute!” I said in a girly voice. Ashley burst out laughing. 
    I pouted out my lower lip "hey, I am cute." I said as I batted my eyelashes. 
    "Adorable,” Ashley rolled her eyes. I opened the backseat door to Bryan's car for Ashley and kissed her quickly before running around to my side. 
    "Hey man, I'm Bryan.” I heard a man's voice from the front. 
    "Andy," I said as we took off. 
    About five minutes later, we pulled up to a bowling alley and walked in. It was filled with people of all different ages. While we were getting our shoes, a little boy came up to me. "Are you Andy Richmond?" He asked whimsically. 
    "Yes I am. What's your name buddy?" I asked as I crouched down to his level. 
    "I'm Jonah.” His eyes were wide. "Can I have your autograph?" He asked. 
    I smiled, "of course. Where should I sign?" He thought about it for a minute before Ashley came up and said: "Hey Jonah, did you come here with your parents?" She asked. He looked at her unsurely at first but nodded. 
    She held out her hand. "How about we go find them and see if Andy can sign your shirt. Then you can wear it to show your friends.” She offered. He looked at her like she was the most amazing person he'd ever met. 
    "That would be so cool!" He exclaimed. Ashley and I laughed as he tugged her away. She quickly latched onto my hand and pulled me with her. We ended up at a couple probably about ten years older than me. 
    "Excuse me Sir, ma'am. Is this your son?“ Ashley asked. 
    "Jonah, what did you get yourself into?“ The woman asked angrily. 
    "Oh, no, he's not in trouble. He was asking my date for his autograph, and we were wondering if he could sign his shirt. I've known a lot of parents who weren’t' okay with that. So I decided we should ask.” Ashley explained. His parents looked up at me, their eyes going wide with recognition. 
    "You're Andy Richmond.” The husband said in awe. I stepped forward. "Nice to meet you Sir, Ma’am.” They both shook my hand. I ended up signing Jonah's shirt, his mom's receipt for something and the father's cap. 
    We walked away and I looked down at Ashley. "That was really cool of you.”
    She blushed. "I remember when I was little and every football player I met was my hero. I still have the t-shirt that was signed by the first player I ever met.” She shrugged. 
    I turned her

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