One In A Million

Chapter 30

01/11/2014

As every years, Halloween was never missed in my celebration plans, I loved it, it had something of very special and meaningful, tho I never could define what this special was. Maybe it was all those preparations, including the buying of costumes, clothes, some decorations for the house, and all above the well known sweets and chocolates aimed to be distributed for the children. Halloween had his nuance of magic like every festive celebrations.

This year it was so different at every levels. First I wasn't going to celebrate it in Berlin with my crazy sister, good bye our childish manners to scare some people walking on the street. I had proposed her to come to Dortmund but she had already planned to celebrate it with her school friends instead, which was normal for a teenage girl, but I would missed her. Second, I had my boyfriend, and I had excitedly antic aped that we would do it together, but the reality reached me out closely when he announced he will have to travel to Munich for a football match to be played against Bayern. All I did was to hide my displeasure by smiling and telling Marco "It's Okay baby, I understand.", but inside it was the opposite, it was like my heart wanted to express a sort of sadness, and fear, yes I felt afraid, as if I didn't want to be left alone by him, so weird. Marco as well was a bit annoyed, but we knew we couldn't do anything about that. Dating a footballer wasn't always that easy, with Marco's absences, away games, yes it was tough, but I have been conscious on this since the day I let him came into my life.

On yesterday, me and my girls celebrated Halloweens Eve at a club, and it was just fantastic, I really had a lot of fun. Julia had all the week end off, so she had planned to have one of a hell "party weekend", and of course this included Kaylee and I to be a part in her plans. Kaylee being a friend to the club "Explicit" owner, got us the VIP tickets for free, meaning access to the whole club and unlimited drinks, what a life. Kaylee was like friendly with every club/events managers all around Germany, the It girl. The all of us posted many pictures of our night, and Marco didn't miss it to comment all of our pictures, by the way leaving some traces of his activity flow on Instagram. It's like his fans were really stalking him, as many unknown people started to follow me, and leaving comments such as "WTF is she Marco's new GF, no way!!". Yes, we weren't hiding our relation anymore to the public, fans or whatever, when walking around in the city, if we wanted to share a kiss or hold our hands, we just did it. At first it was strange to see myself next to Marco on pictures taken by fans, who posted these on blogs, Instagram, and reading all the nasty comments. Yep, I had my haters, but I wasn't impressed by their behavior towards me. They simply had not a clue of what was going on between Marco and I, they were making fool of themselves for hating on me. Maybe the time had come to put my Insta back to private, seeing the number of followers exceeded +1.1k, I didn't want my private space to be invaded.

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We were like a big sandwich, sitting at the backseats of the taxi car. It was a party night, and the three of us had only one word on our mind "FUN", that meaning to enjoy that night with no restriction, and probably to get drunk. That's one of the reason we grabbed a taxi to drive us to the night club and we would take another one to bring us back home, or maybe a hot male stranger would had this chance.

I starred through the car window, all the shops were still opened, and the streets that were normally dead at this time of the day seemed all alive, with all those children running around, wearing their costumes, knocking at every doors to be given sweets, it gave another vision to the quiet city of Dortmund.

Lost in my own mind, I felt my phone vibrating in the D&G clutch bag Kaylee kindly borrowed to me. I seized my phone inside it and smiled at the view of Marco's name on the screen, there were two unread messages. "We fucking lost with a 2-1 against them, fuck... Im out of solutions, I feel like Im useless to the team, and the referee was an absolute asshole, I prayed for this match to come to an end :(" I sighed reading again his text message. It was always during these times that I wanted to fly over his house, and wait patiently for his return, with a piece of hot chocolate cake and milk prepared for him. "Im on my way back now, I'll try to get some sleep, have fun at your party BB, ILY <3." I didn't know what to say to him in such hard moments, so I put my phone back in the clutch bag and said to myself "Awww Marco, how I wish that you were here." I preferred to give him some time to relax and rest, instead of rubbing salt in the wound with my cheer up messages.