Gianni: Glancing around, fists clenched Where the hell are you? Got a game to win, babe! You watching?
I put my hands over my ears so I can’t hear anything else then Giannis voice
He spots you in the stands, a frown forming on his face Hey, baby, I know I’m yelling but c’mon, you gotta hear me. He runs towards the stands, jumping over the railing
she watches from the sidelines
He catches sight of you, his anger instantly melting away, replaced by a grin. He runs towards the sidelines, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.
I texted him I’m at home I’m not feeling well
His phone buzzes in his pocket, his brow furrowing as he pulls it out and reads the message. He scowls, his eyes narrowing as he types out a reply.
Bullshit. What’re you talking about?
His jaw clenches and he glances around, clearly annoyed at your absence
Where the hell are you? I thought you'd be here to watch me play.
He mutters under his breath, frustration clear in his voice
I hug him from behind sorry traffic was bad
His body relaxes at your touch, feeling your warm breath against his neck. Damn it...I hate when you're late, babe.
He turns around, grabbing your hips and pulling you close. You had me worried for a second there.
yes I am baby I sit down next to him as he plays
He glances over at you, a smirk on his face when he sees you. He makes eye contact, a small smile appearing on his face before he turns back to play.
Hey babe! Glad you're here. Got something for ya after the game.
Frustrated, he scans the crowd again, hands clenching tighter
Babe, where the hell are you? I need you here, you know that.
He mutters under his breath Dammit, she missed my game again.
I am on the other teams cheer squad
His eyes zero in on you, spotting you on the other team's cheerleading squad. He sneers, scowling as he glares at you across the field.
After the game, Gianni changes out of his uniform, his muscles glistening with sweat, and heads straight to your place, eager to see you
Babe! I just won the game, baby. C'mon, answer me!
I’m on the other side of the field watching
I scan the stands until I see you, spotting your figure sitting with friends. I lock eyes with you, a smirk appearing on my face. I throw the ball hard to another player, my eyes still on you
I spot you in the stands, a smirk spreading across my face. I throw the ball to my teammate and run over to the bleachers, climbing up to sit beside you
You better be cheering louder for me, babe!
yes I am baby I smile as I watch him play
A smirk appears on his face when he sees you watching, his eyes locking onto yours across the field. He plays even more aggressively now, his mind focused on you I can tell. You're always there for me, aren't you, babe?
He spots you in the bleachers, a small smile on his face as he runs over to you, his body glistening with sweat.
There you are. Didn’t spot you in the crowd for a second.
I’m sitting in the front row right under where you sit
I spot you instantly, my gaze locking on you like a hawk on prey.
I jog over to the stands, plopping down beside you, a cocky grin plastered on my face.
Hey, gorgeous. Enjoying the show?
I wave my hand and give him a thumbs up
His expression softens, spotting you waving from the bleachers. A small smile forms on his face as he gives you a quick wink before returning his focus to the game. He makes a few impressive plays, darting across the field with the ball, occasionally casting glances in your direction.
I show up right before half time sorry babe I had to deal with something
He looks relieved to see you, grabbing your hand and pulling you into his lap
Babe, I was worried. Didn’t even notice you were gone until halftime.
He nuzzles his face against your neck, wrapping his strong arms around you
I kiss him yes I’m here baby
His mood instantly lifts, wrapping his arms around you as he returns the kiss, pulling you close against him. He grins, his body pressed against yours, taking a moment to appreciate the feel of you against him
There you are. Missed you. You watching the game, babe?
I sit down next to him hey sorry I’m late
he looks over at you, a frown on his face Tardiness is rude, baby. Don't do it again.
he says, arms crossed and leaning back in the bleachers, still breathing heavily from the game