☆* 𝕘𝕚𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕚 *☆
'who are you messaging?' erling asked, glancing over at gio in the locker room after training. the younger player had been occupied the whole morning with his phone, which was unusual for him.
'oh, no one.' gio answered, trying to hide his phone from the norwegian, but erling had already seen.
'hey marco!' erling yelled over at the german captain, of course catching the attention of the rest of the squad around the locker room, 'gio's talking to that girl who wrote the fanfiction!'
'what?' marco looked up, laughing, 'let's see!'
'guys, leave me alone.' gio swiftly shoved his phone in his pocket, desperately trying to stop a blush spreading over his cheeks.
'he's not denying it!' marco cackled as the pair attempted to wrestle gio's phone from his grip.
'wait!' jadon cried, 'can someone explain what the fudgeridoo is going on?'
the three players stopped short and looked up at their teammates.
'say one word-' gio started, but marco cut him off.
'so basically me and erling found this fanfiction that some girl wrote about gio and we showed it to him and now he's messaging the chick who wrote it.'
the room erupted into raucous laughter. gio's face was flaming, but he took advantage of the chaos to creep out and head back home.
he realised the problem all too late: erling was the one who usually drove him home.
gio👶
bro pls just take me home
i can't take this
erling🧘♂️
only if you show us
what you said to her😏
gio👶
no.
erling🧘♂️
good luck getting home then...
gio👶
fine🙄
i hate you guys
erling🧘♂️
love you too bro😊💘
[well that escalated quickly...i
swear it's always marco involved
in these situations :)]
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Fanfiction╰☆☆ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ☆☆╮
