A/N: Not sure what one puts in these, so this is mercifully short.

Now, for those of you who didn't so much as LOOK at the title before clicking this story (God knows I've done it), here's some basic information.

Title: Jersey

Author: MaNyMiNdGaMeS

Summary: She always wears his football jersey.

Type: One-shot

Word count: Count them yourself, I'm not telling you

Rating: T, because of one piece of language that might offend

Not sure if this is directly mentioned in the story, but there are no wings and the characters (me trying to be secretive even though you probably already know them) are Seniors in high-school.

Disclaimer: Everyone's doing these so called "witty" disclaimers, so by coming right out and saying "I don't own", is that considered "witty"? No? Yeah, I thought so. Btu I still don't own.

Wow, longer than I thought. Now Ready... Set... Read!

" Ding Dong"

I run to get the door, tucking in his jersey as I go.

Jus before I fly past it, I skid to a stop, attempting to fix my mess of a ponytail. Didn't want to look like a mad woman, did I?

But then I stop and grin. He wouldn't care. So I put down my hands and throw open the door, to see him standing there.

"Hi."

"Hey, ummm... Listen. I need my jersey back."

I blink. "But I always wear your jersey."

It's true. Every game since tryouts Freshman year, I was in the bleachers, wearing the jersey with his name on it.

"I know, but Bridget wants to wear it tonight."

"Bridget?"

"Yeah."

I look past him to his car, parked in the spot I always leave empty for him. I see the blonde girl sitting in the passenger seat (My spot), holding his helmet (My job) in her lap.

"Oh," I say, taking his jersey off. "Let me just go grab a hoodie." I start to go back inside when I hear his voice again.

"About that."

I turn around, feeling sick to my stomach.

"Can you not come tonight? Bridget says it makes her feel uncomfortable."

NO! I want to scream. It's not fair! I ALWAYS go! I LOVE you!

But I don't. Instead: " That's fine."

He looks guilty, and even though that makes me happy ( He should feel bad), I still say,

" No, Fang, really. I'll just stay here. Work on my science project." ( I finished that last week.)

" Thanks Max." He smiles.

"No problem."

He nods. He takes his jersey, still hanging limply from my hand. He turns around. He gets in his car. And drives off without looking back.

I close the door. I spin around and walk to my room. I lock myself in.

And, for the first time since I put on that damned jersey four years ago, I cry.

( He is no longer mine.)

So there it is. Is it amazing? No. But I had fun writing it and the plot bunny wouldn't go away. Never seen anything like this before, and it bothered me. So thanks for reading. I'm not an author who will say that no one else can use my idea. In fact, I'm encouraging it. I would love to see more on this train of thought, because I think my own writing sucks. But only respectable writers! None of the text talk, over capitalized, poorly punctuated, un-spellchecked crap. If you do write a story with this idea, tell me about it. I'll be sure the read and review it :)

This WAS my first Fan-Fiction, but all forms of reviews are welcome. Flames, constructive criticism, even those annoying butt kissing reviews that are all " Yay! Everything is happy rainbows!" But let it be known, constructive criticism will be taken to heart, butt kissing will be largely ignored, and I really like to play with fire...

- MindGames