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Soul Ties B.E

A/n:  I don't speak french at all I just used google translate. If you do speak the language feel free to correct me.

Billies Pov

"I should've stayed at the hotel." I let out a huff.

"Are you gonna complain the whole time? Because I'm trying to enjoy the game." My brother said keeping his eyes locked on the field.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I just don't understand this sport."

"Or sports in general." He corrected and I playfully shoved him as I let out a chuckle.

 "Well teach me about it then."

"There's a ball, you kick it into the goal. And only the goalies can touch it," I opened my mouth to speak "And if you're about to ask who the goalie is, it's the two people in the goal." I closed my mouth. 

Even though we were siblings it will always surprise me when he reads my mind like that. And vice versa. 

"So who are these two teams?" He turned around and gave me a look of pure disappointment.

"Really Billie."

"Sorry." I laughed.

"Were watching PSG and Barcelona." He turned back to the field, but everyone was walking off. So that meant it was halftime. 

At least I knew what that was. 

"You're literally in the presence of future legends and the greatest of all time," I shrugged because I didn't even know who he was talking about. "Kids and even adults would die to be here. And were in the closest possible seats." He emphasized shaking his head, leaning back into the seat letting out a deep sigh. 

"Fill me in Finneas, who is who. It's halftime so don't complain." He huffed, pulling out his phone. 

And that's what we did the entire time. He filled me in on who was considered the 'GOAT' and just information about soccer- well football here, in general. 

It was a surprise to me how much he liked the sport, for all the time we spend together this is something that I didn't know at all. 

Hearing the whistle blow, signaled that the game was starting back up. But Finneas wasn't done as he searched up yet another name. 

"This is Y/n Y/ln." He turned to the field, pointing at the person with the number 3 on their back. 

"She is-."

"She?" I interrupted not even letting him get out a sentence. 

"Yea, that's so dope right?" He asked, smiling from ear to ear. "She's my favorite player..." He kept talking but I was still in shock that a girl was playing with men, professionally. 

I never heard of anything like that. Kudos to her. 

"So how is she playing with them?" I asked genuinely, cutting him off once again. 

"She's intersex," My eyebrows scrunched together. "There's a whole documentary on her and she talks about it. She said that because of discrimination in her country, she couldn't play with girls so they gave her the option to not play at all or get 'beat by the boys'," He used air quotes. "Obviously she chose to play with the boys." He finished, but I was still staring at the girl on the field in shock. 

First, I didn't really understand what intersex was. Secondly, I couldn't believe that there was really a girl playing in a men's league. 

Talk about girl power.

"So what does she look like, how old is she?" I asked, probably sounding a bit too eager, but shit I wanted to know. 

"Here, look for yourself." He tossed his phone to me.