Malone
Nervous doesn't even begin to cover how I'm feeling as I follow Slade down the steps of the Wasp's stadium. My hand is in his and I'm aware of the stares we're receiving from the crowd. It's a tangible force I can feel as we descend to the seats Slade's parents have for every home game.
“It's going to be fine," he assures me as we make it down to where they are.
His mom, Janice, looks up at us, a big smile spreading across her face. “Malone, it's so good to see you." She stands up, opening her arms and embraces me tightly.
Janice always treated me like her own, and I've missed her. One of the things I'm most sad about is the fact I lost touch with her. “It's good to see you too, hope I'm not intruding."
“Not at all, Steve couldn't come to this game, he's working today, so ther
