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Hannah looked up at him, and she took his hand. "Listen, it isn't about you getting hurt. You need to get your head in the game. I will scream at you, but you better block me out. Focus on the game and the game only. Pretend I'm not here. If you do that, I'll give you a kiss," she said with a smirk before going back. Brandon gave him a look. "Have you even kissed anyone?"

Liam's mouth dropped open at her statement. That was supposed to help him focus. If anything, it was going to make him even more nervous than before. He watched as she walked away before he glanced to Brandon as he spoke. "Yes. Once....when I was five....on the cheek," he said, but then Drake gave him a look. "Who?" Drake asked. Liam reluctantly mumbled, "My mom...."

Hannah smiled, and she stood on the bleachers, screaming at the top of her lungs. "Go Liam! Go!" Brandon smirked, and he rolled his eyes. "If you want that kiss, you better get going," he said, and he grabbed the ball, getting ready to throw it. He waited a moment, letting him run before going to throw it. "Go Drake," he said. Hannah started waving her pompoms. "Run, Liam!"

Liam was about to open his mouth to say maybe they should call it a day-- there was no way he was ready for a kiss. What if he screwed it up? Did his breath even smell good? What had he eaten that day? Before he could get a word out, Brandon told him to go. He caught the football and glanced behind him to see Drake catching up to him. He pushed forward and "scored" a touchdown.

Brandon watched him, and he smiled brightly as he watched him. They were getting somewhere! Hannah smiled, and she ran to him when he scored. "That was amazing!" she called, and she looked into his eyes. Honestly, she was terrified that she would do something wrong. She had never kissed anyone before, and she would probably do something stupid. She took his helmet off and held his hand in hers.

Liam was somewhat breathless but he could see the approving gaze from Drake. He didn't know what to say or what to even do. He hesitated as she took off his helmet. If it was going to do it, he may as well do it now. He reached out and placed a hand under her chin. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He smiled slightly under the kiss. What was he so nervous for? The smile dropped as a hand clasped on his shoulder. "Enough lover boy. Back to work," Drake muttered, hiding a smirk.

Hannah was a bit shocked at first, but she kissed him back, tossing her arms around him. Everything seemed perfect. Her first kiss was the best kiss that she would ever have. She pulled away when Drake came in, and she blushed lightly. "I'll cheer you on," she said, and she gave him one more kiss before smiling and going back to the bleachers.

Liam smiled crookedly over at her before he took the football and turned. "Thanks Drake. I will remember that," he said, sticking his tongue out at him. He wasn't exactly looking forward to the rest of the practice. How could he concentrate now. He pulled the helmet back on and nodded once. "Ready to get back to work?"

Brandon watched him, and he grabbed the ball. "Okay, now I want you to throw it to me. I want you to throw it as far as you can," he said, and he handed him the ball before running to the other side of the field. Hannah smiled to herself, and she looked down at Angel who was smirking at her. "How was your first kiss?" she asked, and Hannah rolled her eyes. "Go Liam!" he yelled.

Liam took the ball and arched a brow. This one shouldn't be that hard. At least he wouldn't have to be the one catching it. Besides, he would throw the ball around with his brother all the time, especially when he was younger. He reared back a bit, threw a small smile at Hannah as she yelled, and then chucked the ball towards Brandon.

Brandon kept his eye in the ball as it soared to him. He took caught it, and he smiled over at Drake. This kid had great aim and was able to throw far. "Alright, Drake is going to throw the ball to me, and you are going to try and tackle me before I score," he said, and he threw the ball to Drake. Hannah waved her pompoms once more. "Go, Liam! Crush him! Break his bones!" Brandon looked over at her with a raised brow. "Honey, calm down."

Liam shifted from foot to foot, trying to relax. He couldn't help but chuckle at Hannah's comment. "You do realize this isn't an actual game right?" he called. Drake rolled his eyes and stated, "But you have to treat it like one. Now focus!" He threw the ball to Brandon, and he kept a close eye on Liam as Liam took off after Brandon.

Hannah rolled her eyes at his words. He was supposed to be ignoring her. "Remember, I'm not here!" She called, and he watched them for a moment. Brandon saw the ball coming his way, and he started to run I see if he could score before he caught it. He started to run to score. HannH yelled and waved her pompoms, cheering Liam on. He needed all the encouragement he could get.

Liam picked up the pace and tried to ignore the burning in his throat. He could do it. He soon caught up to Brandon and tackled him, letting out a few heavy breaths. "Not bad, not bad," Drake said, slow clapping. Liam smirked and stood up. "Not bad? That's all you can say?" he joked before he grabbed a bottle of water and took a quick swig.

Brandon fell when Liam tackled up, but he smiled and slowly got back up. "That wasn't bad," he said along with Drake, but then he heard him. "I'm saying that because there are people that are going to be better than you, and you need to be better than them," he said, and he tossed Drake the ball. "We are leaving until you are throwing up or passing out!" he yelled before running to the other side of the field.

"I don't think telling me that it was not 'that bad' helps me be better than someone, but okay," Liam said with a long sigh. Brandon's last statement pulled a frown onto his face. "You aren't being serious right?" he called before he glanced to Drake. "He's not serious right?" he repeated. Drake simply shrugged and smirked, getting ready to throw the football. "You do a lot of talking," he muttered.

Brandon ran to the other end of the football field, and he soon caught it. He stared to run again to see if he could score. Hannah yelled at the top of her lungs for Liam. She wanted him to win so badly, but she really didn't want to stay for a long time. "Go Liam!" she yelled, watching him closely. Maybe he would do great and they would let him leave.

Liam huffed and attempted to remain calm. Maybe they wouldn't keep him too much longer. He cut off on a run after Brandon and tried to think back to all that his brother had taught him. He had been doing this for most of his life. He could do it. Soon, he tackled Brandon to the ground once more and let out a hefty breath. "Are we done? If we work too much longer, I might sweat blood," he grumbled. Drake called out, "You watch too many horror films kid!"

Brandon fell again when Liam tackled him, and he slowly got back up. "That one was pretty good," he said, and he sighed when he heard him. "Okay. Call your parents and have them pick you up. There is some cold water in the cooler by the bleachers if you want some," he said, and he patted him on the back. "You are going placed kid," he said with a smirk before walking off. Hannah got down from the bleachers, and she looked over at Liam. "Hey!"

"Uh...I don't have....," Liam began but trailed as Brandon began to walk off. "Parents," he finished, sighing. He did, however, grab his phone and texted his brother. He was really going to have to look into getting a car. He pulled his helmet off and grabbed a bottle of water. When Hannah came over, he half smiled. "Hey," he greeted.

Hannah smiled, and she took his hand. "You did amazing today. I'm really proud of you! I should come and cheer you more often," she said with a laugh, and she she but her lip. She just want sure what exactly to say to him. "Maybe I could come over and celebrate," she said with a wink. Angel watched her sister, and she rolled her eyes. Hannah was going to have to learn how to flirt a little bit better

Liam chuckled and rolled his eyes. He didn't think he did that great. He knew he was pretty good, but he didn't honestly think he was perfect. His brother just taught him everything he knew. "Not that you have much of a choice, Ms. Cheerleader," he teased, nudging her lightly with his shoulder. Her suggestion made him rub the back of his neck uncertainly. "Are you sure that you would want to? I mean...," he said, trailing. He knew very well his brother would do anything in his power to humiliate him.

Hannah giggled, and she rolled her eyes. "I know I don't have a choice, but I'm still going to do it. I might even go to your practice and cheer for you," she said with a smirk, and she kissed him lightly. At least she could get along with him and joke at the same time. She nodded at his question. "I'm sure. Come on! What is so bad about it?" she asked him. She knew that he seemed to not want her to go, but she just wasn't sure why.

"My practices?" Liam repeated, rolling his eyes. "It's not going to be very interesting. It will just be the same thing over and over," he replied, shrugging. He offered her a timid smile and mentally cursed when he heard his name being called out. "You don't even want to know," he muttered in response before he turned to see his brother coming up to them. Braxton clasped a hand on Liam's shoulder. "Hey ready to go bud?" he asked before he glanced to Hannah. "Who is this?"

Hannah rolled her eyes at his words. "So. I like watching football, believe it or not." She looked up when she heard someone yelling Liam's name. She looked up, and she smiled at the man. He wasn't old enough to be Liam's father, so she could only guess that it was his brother. "Oh, hi. I'm Hannah. It's nice to meet you," she said, and she extended her hand for a shake. He seemed pretty nice.