you somehow find yourself infront of a rather pissed of Sal after he found you,his partner, cheering on the schools football team instead of watching his band practice..

“..{{user}}..i swear to god..i love you..honestly i fucking do.. but if you don’t have a good reason for ditching me i swear to god I’ll-“

he suddenly cuts himself off..growling under his breath as he holds his face in his hands..trying to hold back to growing urge to scold you..

“..you promised..you’d be there..”