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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC Word Count: 1,967

Kota

Tate and I go into my room and before she even steps foot towards my closet I say, "Well Tatertot you're gonna be sorely upset with my closet, they only thing you're gonna find in there is different Navy apparel that is mine or my dads that I stole from him, band shirts, or flannels from Jake."

"Really Kota, you don't own anything classy?" I shake my head no, "The last classy thing I owned was a dress I rented to wear to the Navy Ball one year with Jake. After that we both just wore our dress uniforms."

"What am I going to do with you?" Tate says with a sarcastic sigh. "Love me anyways?" I say, giving her puppy dog eyes. We both just laugh, while she starts digging through my closet and I sit on my bed watching the genius at work.

After a few minutes of digging through my closet Tate says, "Dakota Kazansky! What is this?!" I think to myself, shit what did she find, because she just pulled out the legal name. "What's, what Tate?" She pulls out the crewneck sweatshirt that she found, "This!"

"Oh..." I rub my forehead lightly, "That was a gift from Jake," before I could finish that statement she turned the sweatshirt around to see that the back says, Seresin with a number 9 under his last name. "Oh. My. God Kota!" Tate squeals, "Is this what I think it is?"

I nod to her, "Yeah, that is a sweatshirt that Jake gifted me with his name and his Navy Midshipmen football jersey number on it." Tate throws the sweatshirt at me, "That's it you're wearing this tonight, Kota, did you ever hear about the tradition of football players giving their person either their letterman jacket or their jersey?"

I look at her puzzled, "No, I've never heard of that." Tate pinches the bridge of her nose, "Oh Kota you sweet summer child. This is like a step down from high school football players or sweethearts giving their girl their class ring. The tradition of giving the jersey or class ring is to show their love for their person. It shows everyone else around you that you were his person."

"No fucking way...." I stop, thinking about everything over the years, leading up until the bar recently with Jake and the bartender. "Holy shit, how have I been this fucking blind? How have you not slapped the sense into me?!" I say to Tate.

"That's what you're wearing tonight Kota! Also try these shorts on!" She says tossing me the shorts I just wore a few weeks ago. I put the shorts on to humor her to where she excitedly yells, "Holy shit those shorts make your ass look damn fine." I laugh at her comments. "So we have my shirt and shorts picked out, what shoes are you putting me in Tatertot?"

She digs through the shoes in my closet, eventually landing on my favorite pair of black sk8 hi vans, "These!" She hands the shoes to me, and I'm glad she's at least picked me out something I'm extremely comfortable in. She's already dressed similar to me. She pulls me into the bathroom and gives me a gorgeous light Smokey eye with a small winged cat liner. I take a look into the mirror, "Tate if this pilot thing doesn't work out for you, you definitely have a future being a stylist!"

I do two Dutch braids on the top of my head that lead back into two messy space buns. Tate touches up her makeup and hair and then we run out to her car. She drives to this cute little retro diner that she had found. "This place is so cute, how did you find it?!" I say excitedly. "Oh Javy and I ended up driving by it on the way to our house and eventually ended up trying it out for breakfast one morning." Tate replied. We walk inside and the waitress greets us, and leads us to our booth.

Tate looks down at her phone and sends off a text message. I took a picture of Tate on her phone and sent it to the guys, with a message saying, My super cute date for tonight! Tate and I get talking about class and how excited we are to be in San Diego for 13 weeks, and anything else we could think of. Suddenly Tate's phone rings and I look over at it, "Grab it, it's perfectly fine, it might be important!" She gives me a thank you look before grabbing her phone, kissing my cheek and then running off to answer it.

I sat in the booth for a while wondering if everything is alright with Tate. I look around and can't see where she's gone. The waitress came by and asked if she could take our order, and I asked for another few minutes. She obliged and walked off back behind the counter to serve a customer at the bar.

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Jake

Javy gives me directions to a diner for us to grab dinner. "When did you find this?" I question him. "Oh, Tate and I had breakfast here one of the days after you and Kota helped us unpack." He replied. I hear our phones go off and I look down at the teasing photo that Kota had sent. It was a picture of Tate on her phone captioned with My super cute date for tonight!

I hear Javy's phone go off again, and he says, "Hey I gotta make a phone call really quick, would you mind running inside and grabbing us a table?"

"Of course, what do you want to drink in case they ask?" I questioned him. "Oh uh, I don't think I'll be out here that long." I shrug to him, taking my keys out of the ignition, and walk inside. I'm greeted by the waitress, and am being led to a table that already has someone sitting in it. I stop for a moment really hoping this wasn't a set up by Javy just trying to get me some tail, until I notice a certain sweatshirt. It's the one I had given to Kota. Then it clicks, holy shit it's Kota and she's wearing THE sweater.

I follow the waitress to the table, and she walks away. Kota hasn't noticed I've walked up, she's busy looking down at her phone, I peek over her shoulder, she's sending a message to Tate to see if Tate's okay. It finally clicks to me what's happening here, they've set Kota and I up on date together.

I clear my throat, "Is this seat taken?" I say to Kota and she looks up to me. "Jake? What're you doing here?" I chuckle at how oblivious Kota can be sometimes, it's so fucking cute. "Uh darlin', they set us up, Tate's not coming back, may I sit with you?" Her eyes go wide realizing everything, "Yes please."

I sit down across from her and look at the menu that's been left by Tate. After a few minutes the waitress comes to take our orders, I get a Coke with a burger and fries, Kota's order is almost exactly spot on to mine, but she requested cherry syrup in her Coke.

The waitress walks away to put our order in with the kitchen, and I finally admire the outfit that I'm assuming Tate picked out for Kota. "Is that the sweater I gave to you during or plebe year?" I ask her, honestly surprised she still has it after all this time, and my god does she look as gorgeous as ever in it still.

She gets up a little bit and turns around the best she can in the booth to show me the back of it, "I loved it so much, that I've kept it all this time. It's been like, what, 5 or 6 years now?" She questions and I nod in response.

"I can't believe you've kept it all this time." I say with a hint of surprise in my voice. She looks at me shocked, "Why wouldn't I? It was a gift from you, I could never get rid of it, plus it's far too comfy to throw out." She says chuckling, "Although I'm sad to say that I think I only found out it's true meaning today when Tate had to explain the whole varsity jacket, class ring, jersey thing to me. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to realize Jake."

I think to myself, holy shit, she finally understands the meaning of it. I blush a pale shade of pink. "Kota, do you know why my jersey number was the number 9?" She shakes her head no at me, "No cowboy, I can't say that I know why, care to explain?" I smiled at her, "Well we were given the option to pick our Jersey numbers as a quarterback the numbers I was given to pick from were 3, 7, 9, 14. I looked really hard for a 22 because that would have been the day you were born on, but 22 wasn't available. So I picked 9, the month you were born instead."

She gasps, finally realizing, "Jake, you tried to pick my birthday for your jersey number?" She covers her mouth with her hand as this epiphany hits her all at once. "Buy why?" She asks. "Kota, you're my girl, and you'll always be my girl whether we are together in that sense or not. You've always been my biggest fan and supporter." I say truthfully.

The waitress brings us our food and Kota looks at me lovingly like I'm the sun and I've finally breathed some oxygen into her. "Jake, I.." she starts but doesn't continue as she's unable to form the sentence she really wants so she goes back to pondering what to really say.

We start to eat our food, and I joke to her, "Kota you're so adorable, but god are you so oblivious!" She looks at me pretending to be hurt by what I just said, and she playfully throws a French fry at me. Now it's my turn to feign hurt, "You just hit me with a French fry!" She shrugs looking at me, "Well." I quirk an eyebrow up at her, "You're rude, you know that?" She just looks at me shrugging once again with that precious little smirk on her face, "Yeah." She says giggling. My god that giggle, the things I would do to hear that all the time, this woman is going to be my downfall.

We both end up just laughing and goofing off with each other while we finish the rest of the meal. We go up to the counter to pay our bill only to find out it was paid for already. Kota and I just chuckled to ourselves. I extend my hand out to her, she takes my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine, "So what do you say Darlin', was this first date good enough to earn a second one?"

She acts like she's thinking, tapping her pointer finger that currently isn't being held in my hand against her bottom lip, "Yeah I think I could go for a second date." I smile at her and ask, "Kota, can I kiss you?" I watch her bite her lip before nervously nodding to me. With my free hand I cup her cheek gently and place a kiss against her soft lips, her free hand finding its way to my hip.

After we broke apart from our kiss, I tucked a small piece of hair behind Kota's ear, "What do you say darlin', wanna go watch the sunset on the beach with me?" She smiles happily, "I'd love to Cowboy."

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