𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀𝕟 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪

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It was the second day of Caspers Germany trip and the plan was to now showing her the city,

"Good morning," Gio mumbled as he walked into the kitchen to notice that she was busy making breakfast,

"What is all this?" He asked before wrapped his arms around her waist from the behind and resting his head in the crook of her neck,

"This is this thing called breakfast," Casper sarcastically shot back before placing another piece of bacon on the pan,

"You're not funny," The footballer mumbled as he rubbed his stubble against her neck.

"That tickles," the striker giggled as she felt a squeeze around her waist.

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After breakfast, they decided to go down to the basketball court to just mess around,

"You liking Germany so far?" Casper asked before shoving her hands in her pockets,

"Yea it's great, you liking England?" The midfielder turned to the smaller girl who shrugged,

"Well, I've only lived there so I can't complain," the girl let out a chatter feeling cold,

"You cold?" Gio asked before taking his denim jacket off,

"You want my jacket?" He added before handing it to her,

"I'm in a hoodie, bomber jacket and long sleeve shirt. I think I'm fine," she let out a laugh as the older boy gave her another look,

"Are you sure that doesn't want it?" With that, the footballer put his jacket back on.

"You ever played basketball?" He asked before jogging over to pick up the basketball.

"Never," the young Lampard had only ever played football and cricket,

"Let's do a one v one?" The boy proposed before spinning the ball on his finger.

"What's the catch then?" Casper asked as the boy smiled,

"I win I get to take you on a date," Gio figured it was now the perfect time to shoot his shot.

"And what happens if I win?" The striker new she wouldn't stand a chance but it was worth a shot,

"You get to tweet whatever you'd like from my account." The midfielder proposed as the brunette nodded,

"You are so on!" She grinned not knowing it wasn't going to end well.

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The game had ended and Casper wasn't happy,

"This so wasn't fair!" She groaned as plopped onto the bench,

"A deal is a deal," Gio smirked before sitting next to her,

"Yea but still!" The striker crossed her arms as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder,

"You'll enjoy what I have planned don't worry," the midfielder laughed as the Brit rested head on his shoulder.

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They sat at the table quietly with the menus,

"What are you thinking about getting?" Gio asked as he placed the menu back on the table.

"The chicken pie sounded great," Casper smiled as her stomach rumbled,

"This place is gorgeous," she added before tucking her hair behind her ears,

"You're gorgeous." He blurted out then quickly turning a light shade of pink,

"Not too bad yourself, Reyna," the striker grinned before looking back at the menu.

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It was quickly decided that the perfect way to end off the night was to go for another walk around the city.

"Wipe that grin off your face, Giovanni." The brunette shook her head as he let out a laugh,

"Are you just mad that I beat you earlier?" Even though they had a great night, the basketball game was still a hot topic for them.

"You can go fuck yourself for all I care," Casper looked up at the boy with a sarcastic grin,

"Would it make you feel better if we had a rematch?" Gio asked the striker went quiet as she thought about the option.

"Well, what's the catch?" The young Lampard was bound to assume there was a catch given the footballer side of her.

"No catch, just a game. Doesn't matter who wins." Somehow the midfielder made it sound alright,

"We have a deal," the Brit held her hand out assuming the boy would shake it,

"Come on let's go then," Gio grabbed her hand and pulled her in the direction of the basketball court from that morning.

"Your height gives you such an advantage," Casper groaned as Gio won once more,

"You jealous Lampard?" He teased as the girl shook her head,

"No I'm just saying that if we are going to do this fair then let's do a sport that we are both good at," she proposed knowing that there had to be a sport where she was better,

"Like what?" The American placed the ball on the ground before making his way over to her.

"Let's remember that we both play football, as the third generation to represent our countries." The Brit offered to know that it was a decent offer,

"Hell no," Gio wasn't that stupid, and the boy knew that the young Lampard would easily beat him.

"Why not? You a sore loser now?" She teased before looking up to the boy with a smirk,

"Cat got your tongue?" The girl added jokingly when he didn't respond.

There was another moment of silence before Gio cupped Casper's cheeks,

In one quick movement, the American had his lips on hers, and nothing was stopping them.

"You're still definitely a sore loser," the striker nodded before letting out a laugh,

"Well then let's be sore losers together," the midfielder smiled before noticing the subtle taste of cherry which now sat on his lips.

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𝙰𝙽: 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙳