Football Fan Fics

Sammy POV (Still a memory, from the same day)

During the car ride:

Alvaro seemed to be gripping the wheel tightly and tensing his jaw often so I came to the conclusion that if he was quiet I should, under no circumstances initiate conversation. He was about to pull up to my house when he said, “Hey, I’d really like to see you sometime soon. Maybe we could catch up for coffee or something?”

“About that,” I began, “I’m actually going to England soon. But we could catch up before I leave.”

“We could catch up when you come back,” he shrugged.

“I’m not actually coming back anytime soon.”

“What!?” He asked as he parked the car in front of my house.

“I’m staying in England for a while. For study.”

He turned to me, “Does Irina know?”

“Yeah, I’m catching up with her tomorrow to tell her about me leaving.” I dreaded the thought of sitting in front of my best friend and lying straight to her face, but it had to be done.

“Does she know about the baby?” He asked quieter, almost as if he were asking himself.

“Umm, excuse me?” I asked taken aback, he looked down at the steering wheel cursing to himself, “you know?” I asked quietly. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears, Alvaro probably thought I was some slut and for some reason this upset me.

Alvaro POV:

I could hear the hurt in her voice; I looked away from the steering wheel and looked her in the eyes. I noticed that her mouth was pulled tightly downwards and her eyes welled with tears. “Yes, I know. I heard you talking in the locker room. But Cristiano swore me to secrecy. So don’t worry, I won’t tell if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She shook her head bitting her lips and blinking fast, “it’s not that.”

“What?” I asked, I was completely lost.

“You probably think I’m – I’m,” she stuttered before she started balling her eyes out.

I was stunned but her sudden outburst. I hadn’t seen her like this before, in fact I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone in such a situation and I had no idea what to say. So instead I undid my seat belt and leant closer to her and pulled her into my arms as she sobbed into my chest. “It’s okay…” I reassured her, although I knew it definitely wasn’t.

 After her crying calmed down she pulled away from my chest and wiped her eyes, “I’m sorry. It’s just that you must think I’m a slut. Sleeping with my best friend’s husband the day before their wedding,” she said telling me all this new information. Her face loosened up as if she had realised something, “Oh gosh, I am a slut.” She said as she started crying again.

“Sammy, you’re not a slut. There has to be some reasonable explanation, neither you nor Cris would do this to Irina knowingly.”

“We we’re drunk. But that doesn’t change anything does it?” She said as she stopped crying, she curled into my arms and I took this as my signal to hug her back.

“But what happens when you go to England?” I asked curiously.

“Well, Cris is being stubborn and insists that Nani be my ‘guide’ until I settle in Manchester. Then when I have the baby, I’m giving it to Cris. Oh fuck, I’m not only a slut but I’m a bad person too.” She mumbled into my chest as I hugged her harder.

“Sammy,” I began.

She pulled away from me, “Don’t tell me I’m not a bad person Alvaro, don’t tell me I’m not a slut. Because Alvaro, I slept with my best friend’s fiancée the day before their wedding, only something a slut would do, don’t you agree? And being drunk isn’t an excuse. Giving up a child is only something evil, cruel, heartless people do in movies – yet, here I am agreeing to give up –“ I had no idea what to say or do, until suddenly I shocked myself by slamming my lips onto hers. At first she tried pushing away but soon enough she opened her mouth to me and wrapped her arms around my neck; the kiss seemed to last hours, neither one of us wanting it to end but within minutes it was over.

Waking up to my senses I pulled away from her lips silently slapping myself it wasn’t like me to be so upfront with a girl and just kiss her like that, “Sorry,” I was grateful I didn’t blush, “I just couldn’t stand you bashing yourself up like that.” I put my hands over hers which were still around my neck and pulled them from my neck to her lap.

“Um, it’s okay.” She said as a smile crept across her face, “About that coffee? We should meet up before I leave.”

“I’d like that,” I smiled.

“Great, give me your phone and I’ll save my number on it.” I passed her my phone and she tapped it in before handing it back. “I’d better go now. Thanks for the ride and sorry for my outburst before.” She said as she opened the door of my car and stepped out. She walked over to her door and unlocked it. She looked back at me before waving and entering the house. I waited until the door closed again and grinned to myself. That was weird. I chuckled as I started up my car to leave the driveway.

Sammy POV:

I waited till his car pulled out of the driveway before letting out my breath and laughing. It felt good to have such a light and easy feeling in my heart. It was almost as if I had forgotten all my problems, or maybe I spoke too quickly as I leant forward and ran to the bathroom before letting it out into the toilet. Yeah, I was messed up.

Now:

I sighed loudly as I pulled my two suitcases behind me and approached my departure gate. My plane was going to start boarding in an hour and a half. I sat  at one of the uncomfortable airport chairs. Just as I opened my magazine and began flipping aimlessly through its pages I saw my brother Juan was walking towards me smiling widely and waving out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and smiled back waving. As he got closer her opened his arms and I knew what was coming, he engulfed me in a massive bear hugs squeezing me as I struggled to put my arms around him. “Hey Juan,” I said gasping theatrically for air. Some traditions never die, my brother hugged me like this since I was little and it would be something I’d miss when I was in England, one of the many things.

“The rest of your going away party aren’t here yet?” He asked putting me down.

“Nah,” I shrugged sitting down as Juan took the seat next to me.

“Is Alvaro coming?” He turned slightly towards me arching his eyebrow at me.

“No, we said our good byes yesterday.”

“Lemme guess, ‘I love you Alvaro, I wish I didn’t plan this study thing already’” He mocked in a womanly tone and then in a much deeper one, “’Why Sammy we could just run away and elope and no one need to know,” He turned to me, “Some smooch scenes etc. etc.” He laughed.

“I’ll have you know, Juan, we didn’t do any theatrical love cliché goodbyes. We just had a fun day at the art gallery. So you’re little play wasn’t true. Except maybe the smooch scenes, yeah, there was a few of those.”

“Ew, I don’t wanna know.” He cringed.

“You started it,” I shrugged.

“Oh, look here they come,” Juan said; I looked up and saw Irina walking over with Cris smiling and waving.

“Hey,” Irina said once they’d come closer, “Sorry if we’re late.”

“Oh it’s no problem,” I shrugged.

“So, what’d you do yesterday after we left your place?” Irina asked as she hugged me, referring to the day before when they had dropped by.

“Oh, nothing, Alvaro dropped by that’s all.” I shrugged sitting back down and picked up the magazine I was flipping through earlier.

***

I looked down at my watch, all of a sudden I found it hard to have a conversation with Irina and Cris. Hopefully no one noticed or at least they’d simply think it was pre-flight jitters. I wasn’t one to make small chat with anyone let alone my best friend.

“So, any modelling plans coming up soon?” I asked flipping through the same magazine for the fifth time.

“Well, I have some promoting for a new brand in a few places around Europe,” she began before her face lit up, “Oh my gosh, I just remembered that I’ll be going to England for some runway shows in a few months. We should totally catch up!” She cooed.

“I- Uh, um,” I stuttered.

“I don’t think that’d work Irina,” Cris spoke for probably the first time today, “I mean, you’d have work to do and Sammy probably would have uni.”

“Yeah, but we could squeeze in at least a cup of coffee.” She shrugged smiling.

C’mon, I pleaded to myself; I was normally quick to think on my feet and make up excuses, “Manchester,” I whispered almost to myself, “I’m staying in Manchester, your shoot would probably be in London, so it wouldn’t work out, I guess.”

“Oh, that sucks!” She pouted, “You’re staying in Manchester?” She asked excitedly, “Cris used to play for their soccer team.”

You think I didn’t know that; I rolled my eyes.

“And I still don’t forgive him for that,” Juan, the die-hard Liverpool fan in the family, other then me, laughed with an eerie sense of seriousness in his tone, “Seriously Cris? The Mancs? Por que?” He dramatized.

“Ay, don’t start with ‘por que’, it’s all I here from Mourinho in the locker rooms.” He laughed.

Flight AR3493 is now boarding. Passengers can now line up in front of the boarding gates with their passports and boarding passes. Thank you.

The voice over the speaker spoke. This was it, I was saying my goodbyes now. Then I got on that plane and I was off to Manchester on my own. The only thought circulating in my mind was, MADRE MIA!

I turned to Irina who hugged me tightly, “Good luck with everything! You better call me all the time. Gosh, I’m going to miss you so much!” She said her voice breaking slightly. I wasn’t one for soppy goodbyes and I was almost certain that I wouldn’t tear up or cry.

“I will, I will.” I reassured her.

I pulled away from Irina and turned to Cris, “Have a safe trip,” He said, “Call me as soon as you land. Take care,” He said quieter this time. Cris pulled away and I caught a glimpse of him; he looked so tired, the bags under his eyes were awful.

Turning to Juan my smile faltered. As close as I was to Irina and Cris, I knew it wouldn’t be hardest to farewell Juan. I punched him lightly on the shoulder before he pulled me in for a hug that knocked the wind out of me. I threw my arms around his strong body flimsily. “Juan, you have to remember to water the flowers on Mami’s grave. Promise me you’ll do that.” Mami, I gasped, I was leaving her behind.

“I will,” he let go of me and I saw his face had softened and his eyes were glossy, “take care of yourself sis. Maybe I could visit for Christmas or something. Oh, I’m gonna miss you!” My eyes welled with tears as I begged for them to brim over my eyes.

I picked up my handbag and pulled my suitcase behind me I started walking over to the desk when I turned back around and waved. Once I got to the desk passed the gate and out of their eyesight, I let the tears brim over as I wiped them with my sleeve. Here’s to a new beginning. I sighed, somewhat of a new beginning.

Off to England I go! I enthused to myself bitterly as I took my seat on the economy part of the plan next to an old couple who still had the shine of youth in their eyes. I smiled at them as sweetly as I could as I pulled at my buckle and settled in my seat.

Authors Note: I updated this in a hurry so the prroof reading was really dodgy so PLEASE let me know If i need to re edit it. And FEEDBACK! Thank you, Enjoy :)