distance (antoine griezmann)

four

valentine reus.

"But I don't want to watch your match!" I complained. Marco rolled his eyes while Mats just sighed. I was yet again in the Westfalenstadion and Marco wanted me to watch their match against Juventus which was later on.

"Val, don't make me shout at you. I'm not in the mood right now." Marco hissed. Marco wasn't in the mood because his WAG, Sejla, didn't want to come to watch the match. The reason why? Well, Sejla used to date a Juventus player and she didn't want to feel uncomfortable. Poor Marco.

"I'm not trying to start an argument here, it's just . . . I'd rather do something else, y'know?" I reasoned. I did want to watch the match, I just—I'm too lazy.

"Claudio Marchisio will be there." He tried to reason. Is he actually trying to bribe me with Claudio Marchisio?

"You cannot bribe me with Claudio Marchisio!" I shouted at him, pointing a finger. He smirked and called Mats.

"Mats, Claudio will be playing later, right?" He asked Mats.

Mats furrowed his eyebrows, "No—" he was cut off by Marco hitting him in the ribcage which made me glare at him. "I mean, yes."

"See?"

"What you did to Mats was rude." I deadpanned. Marco shrugged at me and I decided to give in.

"Alright," Marco cheered. "But in one condition."

Marco groaned whilst Mats patted him on the shoulder, "Goodluck Marco." He whispered.

"What's the condition?" Marco asked me.

I smirked at him and said, "Make sure I get a selfie with Claudio."

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It was three in the afternoon and everyone was getting prepared for the game. I was currently sitting down on the benches (yes, they let me sit there) as I watched fans bustle in, carrying a flag or whatever they used to support BVB. No one was with me in the benches yet, so I decided to prop my feet up on one of of the bench's top part.

I was bored as fuck right now since I had no companion and the team hasn't come out yet. Is this what a WAG feels like?

"Valentine Reus, right?" A man asked. I looked at the man in front of me, and suprisingly, it was a Juventus player.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I asked, absolutely baffled over the fact that a Juventus player was talking to me.

"No, you don't." He giggled and held out a hand. Was I supposed to take it?

I grabbed it and he pulled me out into the middle of the field. The crowd started to go wild, I think they were booing, probably because a Juventus player came out and they suspected me as a WAG.

"What are you doing?" I asked. I panicked as I saw people and photographers snap photos of me and this man (whose name I haven't figured out yet).

"I'm Alvaro Morata." He said. Oh, so he's the guy Sejla told me to avoid.

"You're Sejla's ex?" I asked, absolutely baffled. It was a big surprise to me because I was in the hands of Sejla's ex, who happened to me Marco's WAG. Wow, Sejla is a lucky girl.

"Oh, you know her?" His face seemed to scrunch up at the thought of her and that made me get even more angry at him.

"Yes, I know her. She's my brother's WAG." Alvaro laughed loudly and I found myself staring at him like he was some sort of psycho.

"That's great, but that's not why I brought you here."

"Why'd you bring me here?" I asked Alvaro. Alvaro smirked and closed the distance between me and him.

Wait, was he going to kiss me?

Just when I thought he was going to lean in, he whispered something in my ear.

"Claudio seems to like you."

And then he walked away, leaving me confused and lowkey embarrassed.

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The game ended with a score of 0-3 which made Marco and the rest of the Die Borussen players get mad because they were out of the Champions League. The goals were scored by Carlos Tevez (he did a brace) and Alvaro Morata. When Alvaro scored, I felt myself get angry so I punched Ciro's lap which made him glare at me.

What Alvaro said to me made me confused and kind of happy? I mean, Claudio Marchisio likes me. Whether it was as a friend or as a like like, it still made me happy because people often dislike me because of how boring I was and how I always dodged boys.

"Valentine!" Marco shouted. I turned around to see Marco walking towards me, and he didn't look very happy.

"Hey." I said.

"Don't you 'hey' me! Kevin told me that he saw you and that Morata guy talking in the middle of the freaking field!" Marco argued. Everyone around us started to stare and I felt myself start to panic, again.

"We were just talking bruder, no biggie." I said, trying to calm him down. It didn't seem to work because Marco tugged at his hair angrily.

[Bruder - brother]

"It's not a 'no biggie' Valentine! You were talking in the middle of the freaking field! You could've talked in the sidelines or whatever!"

"Oh mein gott! Marco, calm down!"

[Oh mein gott - Oh my god]

"How can I calm down when you were talking, possibly flirting, with Morata in the middle of the field!"

Someone pulled me on the arm and I looked behind me and saw Claudio Marchisio. Oh mein gott.

"Claudio? What do you want?" Marco spat, obviously pissed off. Damn, Marco definitely needs a chill pill right now.

"Hey amico, this is no way to treat a lady." Claudio said, his accent ringing in my ears. Gah, people and their accents. I envy them because they have accents and I don't. I was born in America, but Marco wasn't. Unfair, right?

[Amico - friend]

"She's my sister, Claudio." Marco deadpanned. Marco also had a thick accent and it made me extremely jealous because he had it, but I didn't.

"Ah, this is the famous Valentine Reus you were talking about earlier?" Marco nodded.

Claudio walked in front of me and placed a kiss on my knuckles, "Great to finally meet you, principessa."

[Principessa - princess]

Marco rolled his eyes and gagged a bit, which made me give him the finger. As soon as Claudio looked at me, I dropped my middle finger. I hope he didn't see that.

"Marco told me that you wanted a selfie with Il Principino." Claudio said.

[Il Principino - The Little Prince]

"Stop it with the fancy Italian terms, Claudio." Marco deadpanned.

"Shush Marco!" Marco put his hands up and walked away. Claudio smiled at me and I returned the gesture.

"So, shall we take a selfie, signorina Reus?"

[Signorina - Miss (noun)]

"Yes we shall, herr Marchisio."

[Herr- Mister]