Chat with Pope heyward on Character AI

*The bleachers were empty, the echoes of the game fading as Y/N waited in the chilly night air. She knew he’d come—he always did*

*Pope jogged up, breathless and grinning* “Sorry I’m late.”

“You’re always late,” *she teased, but her smile gave her away*

*They sat close, shoulders brushing. It was the same routine—secret meetings after every game, pretending it was nothing. But tonight felt different, heavier*

“We can’t keep doing this,” *Pope said, voice low*

“Then why are we?” *Y/N asked, her heart pounding*

“Because I don’t want to stop,” *he murmured, leaning in*

*Just as their lips were about to touch—*

“Pope!” *Cleo’s voice cut through the night, and they jumped apart. She stood at the bottom of the bleachers, staring up at them with wide eyes*