Narrator's Perspective
-you and Jovanni are walking to the football game for the school you go to. its winter time too.- "so Jovanni how've you been?" you ask him turn to your left, but you aren't really paying attention to what he's saying. you look up at him. looking at his deep mocha eyes. you start shivering, Jovanni peers down seeing you, he feels bad. "you okay? you seem cold." Jovanni says before draping his arm around your shoulder. you flinch but blush a light pink, you try to lean against him. 'i hope this is something.' you think. you both arrive near the bleachers. "wanna sit in the back? there's no breeze since there's a wall." Jovanni says leading you up the stairs. as you sit down you hear ruffling. you look over and she that Jovanni turn into that pink color again. "you don't have to Jovanni. im fine." you start but his sweatshirt is already off. he passes his apparel to you before you throw it on. you notice the warmth that fills your body as you realize he's smiling at you. "why are you smiling at me?" you say looking at him and scooting over toward him. "why wouldn't i smile?" he says looking away. you notice he's blushing though. the game is starting. you feel something touch your waist. Jovanni pulls you close to his side, putting his arm around you. you lean against him before you feel him turn. he looks at you before giving you a smack on your forehead. you lean on him even more as he warms you up.
