can we have a gabe imagine where he gets super protective/defensive over you, his girlfriend?
“Alright, I think we’re over here.” Gabe reaches behind him to grab my hand, lacing our fingers with each other as he leads me through an aisle of people. He looks down at his other hand that holds our tickets and he nods his head. “Yup, we’re right here.”
Gabe is treating me to a baseball game, Padres vs. Dodgers. Because the Padres are my hometown boys and Gabe just loves the Dodgers, we’ve made it tradition ever since I moved up to go to at least one game of every series whenever the two teams meet here in Los Angeles, maybe placing a friendly wager every here and there.
“I’m gonna grab a hotdog, want anything?” He stands up as he asks.
“Mmm,” I clasp my hands together, “maybe just a soda, please?” When he nods his head and begins to walk away, I shout out a reminder, “No ice!”
He shouts from the steps with a silly grin on his face, “Yeah, yeah!”
As I patiently wait in my seat, I feel a gentle brush against my shoulder. At first, I believe it’s Gabe but when I look over and see an unfamiliar face, I immediately tense up as the stranger seems to have no concept of personal space.
I attempt to casually scoot over but that seems to have only caught the attention of the man. He looks my way and in the corner of my eye, I see him smile. “Let me guess, you’re from San Diego?“
I glance down at my Myers jersey before looking up with a smile. “Yup, born and raised…well, up until about a year ago, anyway.”
As I’m speaking, I get a good look at the overly friendly stranger. He is young, maybe around my age. He isn’t completely unfortunate looking, but he’s definitely not my type.
“Oh, nice, nice.” As the stranger continues speaking, I find myself tuning him out as my eyes wander the stadium for Gabe.
In the midst of searching for my boyfriend, I feel a sudden sensation creep up my spine. I look down at my knee and find the stranger’s hand uncomfortably at home there.
As I’m about to pull away, a stern but calm voice comes from behind us, “What’s going on here?” Never talking his eyes off the stranger, he doesn’t even bother to look in my direction.
The guy stands upright and crosses his arms. “Nothing that concerns you.”
One of the sides of Gabe’s mouth curls up in a half smile as he folds his arms to match the other guy. “My girl, my business.”
The stranger scrunches his eyebrows together. “Your girl?”
Gabe just raises his eyebrows in confirmation, still firmly holding his stance.
The guy standing next to me just shakes his head before looking down at me. “No, how about we let the girl decide. Sure you came with a boy, but you can leave with a man.”
Before I even get a chance to register the utterly disgusting comment made towards me, Gabe gives the stranger a light but angry shove on the shoulder. “No, how about you get the hell out of our faces and you’ll still get the chance to enjoy the game.”
The second I see things get physical, I instinctively hop to my feet. “Gabe..”
He ignores me, still not bothering to give me even the slightest of glances, most likely to avoid showing any sign of weakness.
It looks as if the stranger is about to make his move when another voice chimes in. “Problem, folks?” The man’s uniform tells me he’s security.
The stranger immediately backs up at the sight of the man. “Uh, no, sir.” He backs up and looks me in the eyes and then in Gabe’s. “I was just leaving.”
As both the security guard and the stranger walk away, Gabe returns to my side, throwing his arm tightly around my neck, pulling me in close. “Nice try, buddy,” he smashes his lips against my cheek before forming a smile as he whispers in my ear, “this one’s mine.”
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