Chapter 7: Barcelona

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Scarlet's Point of View:

As I was driving I got several calls from members on Atletico, and I have never regretted giving people my number on the first day I met them more than I do now. To make matters worse, it was raining cats and dogs, and I still had three hours to go. I got bored and put in All Time Low's album, Don't Panic!: It's Longer Now. I immediately switched to the second song on the album, Backseat Serenade.
"Oh god I'm sick of sleeping alone." I sang along. "You're salty like a summer day kiss the sweat away." My little jam out session continued for the rest of the drive.

My hands steered me to one of the few places I knew I was welcome at all times to, Leo's house. I parked my car, and sat in there for a good five minutes until I thought of what I was going to say. I ran up to the stairs of Leo's football shaped house. 'What an odd architecture' I thought.

"Um, hello?" a deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Oh um, hi. I'm looking for Leo." Maybe there was a team party. Of course there was you idiot! Why else would there be like 20 cars in the driveway?

"Scarlet! Is that you?" Jordi Alba asked surprised.

"Shh!" I felt alarmed.

"Why? He's not here, he's going to New York with his girlfriend, Melissa."

The words hit me like a brick to the face. "I guess that makes the practice tomorrow easier." I have him a weak smile.

"Wait you're the future star Enrique has been talking about!" Jordi smiled and clapped his hands, "That's amazing! We can play together, win trophies, and conquer the world!"

"Woah there, I just came here, because Atletico was poking fun at Argentina."

"That's the dumbest reason to leave a party I have ever heard in my life." Jordi laughed.

"Can I come in? I'm literally freezing out here." I shivered.

"I don't know can you?" Jordi smirked.

"Jordi I will honesty end your career right now if you don't let me in." I threatened. He let me in, and the whole team surrounded me.

"Scar? What the heck?" Pique questioned.

"I'm here for the practice tomorrow."

"You're the biggest idiot I know. Practice is at Camp Nou, not Lionel's house!" Rafinha laughed with the rest of the team.

"Guys" I whined "I'm only here because Atletico was making fun of Argentina during the World Cup." Leo's faced dropped, and I instantly felt bad.

"Sorry Li" I wrapped my arms around him, "I'll tell you what, I'll do everything in my power to make sure that you raise that trophy in Russia." I whispered into his ear.

"Promise?" he looked up.

I held my pinky out, "Promise."

"That was the most adorable thing I've seen in my life." Neymar wiped a fake tear from his eye.

"I'm going to find a hotel room, I'll see you guys tomorrow at practice, and don't feel offended when I wear a Real jersey. I didn't really plan this far ahead." I smiled sheepishly.

"No. Uh-huh. You're not going to sleep in a hotel, and most definitely not wearing a Real Madrid jersey too. You can sleep in the guest room upstairs, and get a jersey from my closet." Lionel objected.

"So caring, like a sweet mother giving worms to a baby bird." Pique cooed.

"Go play FIFA you loser." I whined.

"No! Did you see how much they messed up the market! I'm worth way more than 6,000 coins!" Gerard argued.

"Tell the team I said goodnight." I walked up the stairs.

I went to Lionel's room are grabbed a FC Barcelona jersey of his, since he was a little smaller than the usual player, it was only a little baggy. I walked to the guest room, set my alarm, and fell asleep.

Authors Note;
Ugh, so Real Madrid lost, but I'm still proud of my team. They both played amazingly well, and Barcelona just happened to win. Oh well, the only thing that will happen is that I'll get poked fun at in every class of mine, because everybody knows I'm obsessed with Real. No I didn't try to make fun of Lionel in any way, shape, or form, because of his size. I know what happened and I don't feel the need of having it repeated to me again. I also love All Time Low, and you should all listen to them is you don't already, the sing/wrote the song Backseat Serenade.

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