Artists, Unite!

"I make a habit of eating with pretty girls who sit alone. " He corrected. "And there's no deal. No girlfriend, because football and art take up most of my time, it doesn't seem right, someone having to come in third to all that. And my crew.... is my crew on the field. We don't see eye to eye off the grid iron. " Off the field, Ty had friends, but he also took a lot of guff for going off solo with a sketch book. He couldn't describe it to anyone who didn't just get it themselves. When he drew, that was his world.

"Plus you should. " He said, standing up and taking another french fry. "Try out for cheer. If you did, how could we lose?" He tossed her a wink. "Thanks for the company. And for the digits."

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