I have only rooted for the Yankees one season in my entire life, and that was the season they won the 2009 World Series.
As a Red Sox fan, I'm pretty much against everything New York Yankees. I watched the first five games of the series from the comfort of my own home. My best friend, Declan Murphy, would be starting for the first time as the Yankees' catcher and convinced me that there was no way I couldn't be there. Well, convinced me in the form of my brother putting me on a plane to New York sort of against my will.
He'd told me to meet him outside the locker room. I slipped my pass over my head and around my neck and made way to the correct door. In a sarcastic move, I had put on my 'I Only Kiss Red Sox Fans' shirt that day with a pair of jeans and Converse. Now, as I walked into the stadium, I was thinking better of it. I crossed my arms over my chest, leaving the pass visible for the security guard to see.
I called Declan when I got to the hallway outside of the locker room. The pre-game rumblings of the other players made it difficult to hear him, but I did understand enough to know that he was going to be right out.
A few seconds later, he stepped out of the locker room in his pinstriped uniform. I made a face, but Declan only laughed, wrapping me in a tight hug and twirling me around with him. I tried not to smile, but I couldn't help it. I hadn't seen my best friend in almost six months.
"I'm really glad you came, Killy."
"You didn't give me much choice. Keagan all but kidnapped me to get me here."
He squeezed my hand. "We have a lot to talk about, you and me."
I smiled and squeezed his hand back. "That we do."
"I want to walk you out to your seat, okay?" I let my arms drop, and that's when Declan caught first sight of my shirt. "Killian, seriously? You're impossible!"
"I'm being spiteful," I retorted.
"Stay right here." He disappeared back into the locker room for a couple of minutes before coming back out with a Yankees shirt in his hand.
"Oh, no," I said, backing away as though he was coming at me with fire. "My father will kill me!"
"You owe it to me. C'mon … it even has my number on the back!"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "The things I do for you, Dec."
I pretended not to notice the way his eyes raked over my body as I pulled the Red Sox shirt over my head and slipped the Yankees shirt on instead. When I looked up, he was standing in front of me so no one could see.
"Geez, Killian. Are you trying to get jumped? You don't know how worked up some of those guys are."
I rolled my eyes. "This is itchy. I think I'm allergic to it."
Declan shook his head. "You're not taking that shirt off."
Sighing, I joined hands with him and let him lead me as far as the door that led to the bleachers. "I think it's bad luck for the fans to see you before the game."
"Showing some independence, as always. Fair enough. I'll see you in a little while."
"Good luck, Dec."
Smiling down at me, he gently gripped my arms before I could walk away. I didn't have much time to contemplate the goofy grin on his face before he leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against mine.
"Enjoy the game," he told me quietly before pecking my lips one more time and walking back to the locker room.