A/N: Who do you imagine Gianna as?
Gianna was currently digging her hole for the day. She had dug a hole that was 3 feet deep and was exausted. She sat on the ground that wasn't hollow and starting humming My Shot from Hamilton. Caveman heard her from where he was standing and asked " You sing ?". Gianna stopped abruptly and said ' Not really, why?" He chuckled and said ' Nothing much. It's just that you have a nice voice. ' . Gianna smiled and said ' Thanks Caveman." She then got up just in time for Mr. Sir to pull up in his truck. He got out of it with his signature look of anger and yelled for everyone to come over to where he stood. 'Come fill up your jugs and head to the mess hall ." , he said sounding angrier than usual. They all filled up their jugs and practically sprinted to the mess hall.
Hector caught up with Gianna and tapped her on the shoulder causing her to jump slightly. " Hey Hector ', she said before smiling kindly at him. Hector kissed her on her cheek and said ' So, Caveman tells me you sing?' . Gianna rolled her eyes and said ' Maybe a little. Also, tell him he's a dead man' . Hector laughed and said ' Ok, but don't shoot the messenger babe" . Gianna blushed as they entered the mess hall and said ' Since when do you call me babe ?'. He smirked and said " I figured I could see if it would fit you . ' Gianna ruffled his hair and said ' Well, it's perfect.'
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Digging Up Dust( A Holes/ Hector Zeroni Fanific)
FanfictionGianna Watson wasn't always a bad seed, but after she gets sent to Camp Green Lake everything seems like a living hell. Maybe one guy wil change that.
