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liked by declanrice and 18900 others s.vidale seeing this one on Tuesday again, come on England🦁!!!
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bukayosaka87 goals s.vidale ik right
jackgrealish honestly just get married, he can't stop talking abt ya🙄 s.vidale exposing your boy much? jackgrealish he'll get over it
user1 the way he looks at her😍😍 user2 ^^^
masonmount ❤️❤️❤️
masonmount can't wait to see you bighead s.vidale you too stink😫
declanrice what a lad, what a photographer s.vidale the only person who acknowledge my skills, thank you 🙏🏼
user3 I think Mariah and Mason suited more😐 user4have you seen Solange?!!! Mariah is nowhere near.
user5 Mariah is wayyy better
user6 you don't deserve him.
mariahthompson 😍😍
S2,E6
the round of sixteen. England versus Germany. Solange and Ivy sat both dressed in England shirts even tough Kai was playing in the opposing team—Ivy insisted on supporting England.
"That bitch" Ivy exclaimed when Solange finished telling the story from the spa day.
"I know, she was like 'say hi to Mason for me'" Solange mumbled her awful high pitched voice with a disgusted look in her face. As usual the two girls had picked out their favorite seats in the stadium, just in the middle.
"Not gonna lie, I would've cried If I was in your position" Ivy shook her head with a smile, admiring how Solange had always been the stronger one out of the duo.
It was still 0-0 and the whistle blew a few minutes ago. Ivy was bored out of her mind but the sight of Kai always cheered her up a bit.
Then before they knew it, Raheem had scored a goal and they were up on their feet, slapping each other's arms in pure happiness.
"Holy shit!" Ivy exclaimed and laughed while Solange was utterly surprised.
To be honest, she thought that Germany had this in the bag, especially since they're the top teams in the world.
"Oh my days, it's coming home!" The lads next to them yelled, someone was in a headlock as well but that didn't matter because Raheem had scored.
"He's adorable!" Solange exclaimed in happiness as she jumped around.
"Who? Raheem?!" Ivy widened her eyes.
"No! Mason, look at him" she pointed down to the brown haired boy who was buzzing with happiness and looking up at the crowd in awe.
"Are you falling in love? Cause like a month ago you would've been sitting down on your butt with a sour look on your face" Ivy turned to her with narrowed eyes, both hands rested on her hips.
"Yeah, I don't know what's happening to me" she realized and sat down again when the players were back in position.
"You're in love, and that's alright" Ivy reassured her friend and smiled at her.
"That can't be" Solange mumbled while she bit her nails.
"Why not?" Ivy cocked her head to the side, was her best friend really this stubborn that she wouldn't let herself fall in love?
Solange shrugged. But she knew.
She was falling for him while helping him get back together with his ex.
How convenient.
•••
Mason grinned when he caught sight of her, she had been escorted to the changing room where he was waiting outside of the door for her.
"Dollface" he acknowledged her.
"Toothless" she smiled tightly and held out her fist for him to bump.
Mason only chuckled and pulled the girl in for a hug "Is it weird to say that I've missed you?" He mumbled into her hair.
"Don't go soft on me" She replied while hugging his waist since he was a bit taller than her.
"I've missed your annoying presence" He sighed.
Solange smiled widely, but she would never let him see it. At one point she had to remind herself that this was all fake.
She pulled away from the hug and looked up at him "Mariah was here today, did you catch up to her?" She wondered.
"Nah, didn't have time to, but it's fine. She'll be in my DMs by the time I'm back at St. George's" Mason chuckled, he knew her too well.
"Good" Solange smiled. Although she felt a little pang to the chest.
In his head, Mason swore that he could sense sadness in her tone. Could she possible be jealous of Mariah?
"You look amazing" he took one step away from her to take in her outfit for today. Blue washed out jeans and his England kit and a pair of low Jordan's.
She raised her eyebrows at him and glanced down at her outfit, she had just gotten off from work as well "thanks?"
No lie, her heart was going way over the speed limit.
His phone started ringing and he glanced at her before turning away and accepting the call. He stayed silent until a small smile spread across his lips.
"Guess what" he suddenly spoke up.
"Hmm?" She raised her eyebrows.
He grinned, his eyes trailing off in the distance "That was Mariah, she wants to meet up when euros are over"
Solange offered him a tight smile and held out her palm for him. Mason gave her a high five, the grin not falling from his face.
