Living Next To The Beckhams

Meeting The Legend

Edited

"Since you told me to wear a jersey I'm guessing your dad's football game or something." I say to Brooklyn.

He looks out the window. Then he quickly looks at me.

"Close your eyes."

"Why? I know what it is anyway." I raise my eyebrows cockily.

"Just do it please."

"Fine." I close my eyes.

I hear Brooklyn open the door and I hear very loud cheering.

Yup, definitely the football game I was hoping for.

"Alrighty, let me guess. Arsenal vs MU match. And your dad is playing as a guest." I say.

"ARGH! You do love football."

I open my eyes and giggle. "Sorry, it's no surprise though."

He sighs, "At least I tried. Well, I want you to meet someone."

"I think I can guess who it is." I smirk.

He leads me to a some type of lounge. He opens the door and there he is. Wearing his MU uniform, the legendary David Beckham.

"Hey Dad." Brooklyn says.

"Hey, Buster. Who's your lady friend?" He looks at me and smiles.

"Dad, this is Autumn. Autumn, you know my dad."

"It's an honor to meet you Mr Beckham." I say as I shake his hand.

"Mr? You are a polite little lady. But please, call me David." He says as he puts a hand on my shoulder and lightly shakes me.

"You know from the looks of it, she's a keeper." David whispers to Brooklyn.

"I am a fairly good keeper." I say.

They both blush since I heard what they talked about.

"You play?" David says with a grin.

"Yeah. Why do you think I have this jacket and lots of football jerseys?" I smile.

"Hmmm.... how about this, after the match, we play. Sound good?" He challenges me with a smirk.

"Sure. I have to warn you though I have beaten all the boys in my old school in football and most of them are jocks."

"Game on then. Oh, and call me David."

"Okay." Then I hear a whistle being blown.

"Well gotta go. See you later kids." David says as he jogs out the room.

"Bye!" Me and Brooklyn say.

"Wow, you continue to amaze me with my family being so nice to you." Brooklyn says.

"Why does that amaze you?"

"Well, my parents don't really like most of my friends. That's why I don't hang out with them much."

"Most?"

"You're the only one they allowed to call them by name."

"I feel so special." I joke.

"You should." He says still laughing from my previous words.

"We should go to our seats now." He says.

"Lead the way."

He takes my hand and leads me to the rest of his family that are sitting on the best seats, in my opinion.