Mario is still staying with Marco.
He’s staying until Sunday. Which is three days away. I did say thanks to him for helping me but I haven’t spoken to him since.
“Eat it!” Erika screams at me. I laugh as I hold the melting marshmallow in my fingers and feel sick.
I hate marshmallows so Erika thought it’d be great in our big game of truth or dare to dare me to eat a melting marsh marshmallow.
“I hate you.” I mutter and glare at my best friend before holding my nose with my free hand and then basically throw the marshmallow into my mouth.
It’s absolutely disgusting.
“I hate you.” I glare at Erika before running to a bin to spit out the marshmallow.
She just laughs with everyone else and I realise the time and pick up my dance bag.
“Where are you going?” They ask.
“I need to practice.” I say and smile at then all before leaving and go into a small studio.
While I walk along the corridor one of the receptionist comes over to me.
“There’s some flowers out here for you.” She tells me. I look at her confused but follow her to the open reception of the studio.
Sitting up on the reception counter are a massive bouquet of hydrangeas.
“This card came with them.” She hands me over the small card.
To Lia.
I seen you on your first night.
I’m coming back again tonight.
You’re so beautiful.
I love you.
M x
Well if these are from Marco then he’s either drunk or is supposed to send this to another Lia.
I smile at the receptionist and then pick up the flowers and go quickly into the studio and then phine Marco.
“Marco!” I shout down the phone once he answers.
“I’ll go get him.” Pierre says and then I hear mumbles.
“What’s wrong Lia?” He asks. “I’m at training.” He mumbles.
“Did you send me flowers today?” I ask.
“No, why?”
“I got these flowers from someone who says they love me and are coming to my show tonight. I thought they were from you since they were signed M.” I explain to Marco.
“Just ignore it Lia. It’s probably just a fan.”
“It’s just strange.” I murmur.
“It will be, but you’ll get used to it all soon. I need to go now or Klopp’s going to kill me.”
“Tell him I miss my Uncle Klopp.” I smile.
“I will, love you.”
“Love you too.” I hang up the phone and then start to practice.
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I hair spray my hair back so it becomes brick hard.
I’m not joking I used a full bottle of hairspray to keep my baby hairs back.
I practice my dance over one last time before lacing up my pointe shoes tighter and then go to the side of the stage.
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The Footballer's Sister (Mario Götze)
Fanfiction*Just a disclaimer, I wrote this when I was very young and had absolutely no writing skills at all so read at your own discretion. My newer works are more developed and have maturer writing. Lia Reus is the little sister to the famous footballer Ma...
