Football Fan Fics

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A few days later…:

Visas to America I typed into Google and opened the first link in a new tab. Visas to England I also typed into Google and opened the link to the English Migration website. I went back to the first tab I had opened and skimmed through the requirements of applying for a Visa to Australia. I stopped when it said minimum application time: 12 months, I closed the tab; Australia was definitely no longer an option. I looked at the next tab on Visas to America I scrolled down the page to a section on application duration, 2-4 months, I could keep it on my maybe list which right now only consisted of America. I finally opened the page on Migration to England, I browsed down the page quickly and noticed the sentence which was written in bold; EU Members Visa Application Duration: 1-2 months…Lasts: Up to 36 months. Perfect. I looked at the clock. Alright, shower time.

I stood up and walked to my wardrobe, I pulled out a purple sweater that wasn’t even folded. I noticed the stain on the front and chucked it to the side. I bent down and opened a draw and I felt around until I found my favourite hoodie. I pulled at it until it fell out and I unfolded it. A little paper envelope fell to the ground, I picked it up and with it came a familiar scent that made me feel sick with guilt.

I carefully tore open the envelope. I pulled out the paper in it and unfolded it:

Sammy,

ITS GRADUATION TIME! LET YOUR HAIR DOWN AND HAVE SOME FUN!

You’ve been through so much this year you really deserve it! I’m so proud of you for getting through this year with your head held high. I’m so proud that you shrugged off all the shit with the rumours.

Sorry I can’t be there, stupid family vacation. But at least Cris is there with you on YOUR day, he said that he’ll be there in the seat next to your mum and Juan. Hope he’ll fill the hole of my absence.

Luv ya,

Irina!

As I read every word I could feel my chest tightening. I shoved the letter back in the envelope and then threw it back into my wardrobe. Irina, I’m so sorry.

***

6 days later…

I gulped down my orange juice and popped a few dried dates into my mouth as I walked out into my front yard to collect the newspaper. I unrolled it as I walked back into the house. I looked at the date on the corner of the newspaper: 24^th of August. Irina and Cristiano had returned from their honeymoon yesterday.

Later that day…

I was watching some garbage afternoon talk show when my phone buzzed. It was Irina. Hey girl, I got back from my honeymoon yesterday. We should catch up. Miss ya. So much to talk to you abt. Xxx.

Eeep. Oh my gosh, missed you! Hope you had fun. Yeah, we should catch up soon.

My phone buzzed again; except this time it was Cristiano: I’m back from the honeymoon. Now is a good time to talk. What do you say?

I quickly texted him back: Welcome back. Yep, now is fine. Your place?

I changed channels to a dramatic soap opera, my phone buzzed on the couch next to me: Irina’s probably home, we wouldn’t be able to talk with her there. And it’d be suss if I show up on your doorstep for the third time in only a week. I’m about to head out to training. Could we meet after I’m done? Today’s light training so I’ll be done in half an hour. Is that good by you?

Mid-way through typing my reply my phone buzzed again, I quickly finished my reply to Cris: Sure, I’ll be there.

I opened the unread message: You free today for a light lunch. Maybe we could catch up?

Shit: Um, sorry. I’m up to my neck in work. Maybe another time. Sorry love. Xx.

I got up to have a shower and get dressed.

When I walked out of the shower I had an unread message from Irina. S’okay. Poor thing, work sucks! Have fun with it :p

I chuckled: Yay work!

But the smile wiped off my face when I realised I had just lied to my best friend probably for the first time; and considering the situation, probably not the last time either.

***

I walked into the training grounds, luckily it was open to the public and I entered unnoticed. I stood at the entrance to the training grounds not sure whether to enter or not. I didn’t want to sit in the stands with all the screaming, ecstatic fans. But i couldn’t stand around either. I decided to stand at the entrance until they were done instead. I looked onto the field and spotted Cris. He was jogging around the field nodding distractedly to one of his teammates. As they came closer to my end of the field I noticed that the teammate jogging with Cris pointed my way.

Cris POV:

“Hey Cris, it’s the Maid of Honour from your wedding,” Alvaro pointed to the entrance of the grounds. I wasn’t paying attention to a word he had been saying the whole time.

“What?” I asked as we got closer to the entrance of the grounds.

“You know, that hot Maid of Honour at the wedding. What was her name…Sammy?”

I looked up to where he was pointing. I saw her standing at the entrance looking my way. I smiled at her and kept jogging with Alvaro. I could feel her following me with her eyes but I didn’t dare turn around knowing that if I did I would regret what I was about to do; send her away.

Sammy POV:

The guys had started filing into the change rooms. As they passed me I moved to the side to stay out of the way. Cris walked passed and I nodded to him, he raised his hand to indicate he only needed a minute. I was walking to the side when I bumped into someone, “I’m sorry…” I began.

“We really have to stop meeting like this,” he said as I looked up to him.

Memory:

I was walking away from the dance floor. Thank god the first dance was over I couldn’t wait to get away from Irina. Every time I looked at her I felt even guiltier. I passed Irina’s mother who was sitting on one of the table, I smiled at her sweetly and kept walking. I looked up just as a man smashed into me, “I’m sorry,” we both said at the same time.

He eyed me up and down, making it a bit too obvious too, “Hi, I’m Alvaro.”

“Hola, I’m Sammy.”

“You’re dress is beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I blushed, “Well…umm…I need the bathroom. Sorry.”

“Sure, see you around.”

‘See you around’ I doubt it, I thought.

Obviously I was wrong.

“Hi Alvaro,” I smiled, “Didn’t see you there.”

“I didn’t see you either.” He asked as he stuffed his hands in his track pant pockets, “Well, I better go get changed. But it was nice bumping into you again. Hasta Luego Bonita” he shot me a smile that warmed my heart before he turned on his heels and walked off.

I didn’t know if it was the baby or whether it was the butterflies in my stomach that suddenly went into overload. But I felt so good, for the first time in a long time.

Authors Note: Alvaro is not Married in my story. Enjoy!