Page 36 of Scoring Truth
Francesca worked it out with the cheerleaders to help me with my grand gesture. Just like her proposal, when we won States in High School, the cheerleaders are going to hold signs declaring my love for Penelope.
The team lingers in the locker room, and I head out to thefield. I know I’ll bring attention just by being out there first and alone.
I come up to our bench and grab the camera guy that’s closest to me. Dave is a long-time rep on the field, so I’m glad he’s here.
“It’s your lucky day, Dave. I’ve got something for you to do.”
“Jameson, what do you have up your sleeve?”
I smile and have him follow me as I jog to the cheerleaders. “Just make sure you’re filming them and their signs. Call up to the main board and see if they’ll switch it out to the screens in the stadium. And if someone will put it on broadcast, even just one channel, I’d be forever grateful.”
He smirks and calls into his radio.
I see my team running from the tunnel, so I know it’s go-time. At my command, the cheerleaders all flip over signs that read:
“You’re it for me, Pip.”
“I don’t care about that Rent-A-Date contract.”
“There’s only one contract I need.”
“And it changes your last name.”
With each flip of the sign, the crowd gets louder. My team circles me and lifts me on their shoulders as the cheerleaders hand me the last sign.
“Super Bowl Ring or Diamond Ring? Truth? I’m bringing you home both.”
No, I didn’t jinx us by talking about a ring. I’m confident in what I’m doing. Never have I been surer that the Warriors and Penelope are my two greatest loves in life. A soulmate doesn’t come into your life peacefully. No, they barrel in, or rather trip in, spill the tea, and make you question who you are. Love is being with an ordinary person who displays extraordinary love, spice, and everything that makes this world go around.
And I found her.
EPILOGUE
JAMESON
After my very public declaration, we went back onto the field and dominated. Seems once I claimed one aspect of my two greatest loves, the other fell right into place. We won with a final score of 35-7. It rained confetti and champagne, and the only thing missing was Penelope.
Until Francesca met me on the field, holding her iPhone with my girl on FaceTime.
“You’re fucking wild! Did you just propose to an escort on live television?”
I’m bent down on the field, trying to hear every word she says, but there’s only one I need to hear.
“Pip, don’t keep me waiting. Tell me you love me. Tell me your truth!”
“Jameson! I love you, and I’m sorry, and I want foreverwith you, and oh my God, you just won the Super Bowl, and you’re talking to me on the phone, don’t you need to –”
“Pip! Give me the words!”
I look her in the eye, both of us crying as she nods furiously. “Yes, YES!”
“Thank fuck! Penelope, I love you. I’m coming home to get you!”
“Go get your trophy. Then get your ass home.”
Twelve hours later, I was walking through the door of her apartment, ring in hand.
Fourteen hours later, I was thanking her,for the third time, for taking me back.
