Alessia Russo Oneshot

Playful Banter

The sun was shining brightly over the training grounds, a rare occurrence in this part of England. You were leaning against the fence, watching the women's team practice. Among them, Alessia Russo stood out, her blond hair glinting in the sunlight as she moved with grace and precision.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched her. She was not only an incredible athlete but also one of your closest friends. Over the past few months, your bond had grown stronger, and the teasing, playful banter between the two of you had become a daily ritual.

As the practice session ended, Alessia jogged over to you, her face flushed with exertion and a bright smile on her lips.

"Enjoying the view?" she teased, reaching for her water bottle.

"Always," you shot back with a grin, your eyes twinkling. "You were great out there."

"Thanks," she replied, taking a long drink of water. "So, what's the plan for today?"

You shrugged. "I was thinking we could just hang out, maybe grab some lunch. What do you think?"

"Sounds perfect," Alessia said, her eyes lighting up. "But first, let me change out of these sweaty clothes."

You waited as Alessia quickly changed and soon the two of you were walking towards your favorite café. The streets were bustling with people enjoying the warm weather, and the atmosphere was lively.

As you walked, you felt a gentle poke on your side. You turned to see Alessia grinning mischievously at you.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, poking her back. "What was that for?"

"Just felt like it," she laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Oh, it's on," you said, lunging forward to poke her again. Alessia dodged and poked you back, and soon the two of you were engaged in a playful poking war, laughing and dodging each other's jabs as you made your way down the street.

By the time you reached the café, you were both breathless with laughter. You found a cosy corner table and sat down, still giggling.

"You know," Alessia said, catching her breath, "we must look ridiculous."

"Who cares?" you replied, smiling at her. "We're having fun."

As you waited for your food, the conversation flowed easily. You talked about everything from football to your latest Netflix binge. Alessia's eyes were always bright, her laughter infectious.

After lunch, you decided to take a walk in the nearby park. The playful poking continued, each poke accompanied by laughter and playful shouts. It felt like you were in your own little world, just the two of you.

Eventually, you found a quiet spot under a large oak tree. You sat down, leaning against the trunk, and Alessia sat beside you. The playful mood from earlier had softened into a comfortable, companionable silence.

"Hey," Alessia said softly, breaking the silence. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," you replied, turning to look at her.

She hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Do you ever wonder if there's something more between us? Like, more than just friends?"

Her words took you by surprise, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You had thought about it, of course, but you never dared to hope that she might feel the same way.

"Yeah," you said quietly, your eyes meeting hers. "I do."

A slow smile spread across Alessia's face. "Me too."

You felt a warmth spread through your chest as she reached out to take your hand. The playful poking, the laughter, the shared moments—it all seemed to lead to this.

"Maybe we should see where this goes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, squeezing her hand gently. "I'd like that."

As you sat under the oak tree, holding hands and sharing quiet smiles, you knew that this was the beginning of something special. And you couldn't wait to see where it would lead.