Eli is on the Jumbotron sitting next to Jo in one of the private boxes, wearing sunglasses and hearing protection and smiling so wide it looks like it hurts. Alex knows the feeling. Alex points to him with his stick, and Eli stands, a little slow, a little shaky. Alex doesn’t understand what he’s doing at first until Eli has turned to show his back to the camera. He’s wearing Alex’s jersey. Price 23. Eli grins over his shoulder, and the stadium maybe gets even louder. And oh. Alex didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much.
no one talk to me. i’m going to die single
