Scarlet's Point of View
I went to spend my night with the Real Madrid team, but I could not find James anywhere. After noticing my searches Cristiano asked me, "Are you looking for James?" I nodded eagerly. "He went home, said he was tired."
I frowned at the thought of James leaving without telling anyone, but Cristiano. "I'm going home too I guess. See you tomorrow."
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First I went home to change into some shorts and a t-shirt, and now I'm on my way to the grocery store to buy all the junk food and movies I can get. I filled the cart with nearly every type of Oreo, since I didn't know which type was James' favorite, and tons of other sweets along with movies Leonardo DiCaprio starred in. I payed with the swipe of my card, and left the store as soon as possible. My next, and final destination was James' house.
With five bags of food on each arm, I knocked, well kicked, the door until he opened it. "Good morning." I smiled brightly at the sleepy midfielder.
"What are you doing here?" James asked while rubbing his eyes.
"We are going to try every flavor of Oreos there was at the store." I entered the house, and set the bags on the floor.
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"This is disgusting!" James made a disgusted face, "Try it!" He handed me the cookie he took a bite out of.
"If it's gross, why do you think I want it?" I laughed taking the cookie from his hands, and then a bite.
"Considering the fact that you just ate that, I think you did want it."
I looked at the time of my phone, 7:30 AM. 7:30. 7:30! "We need to go to practice! Get up, go get dressed! Thirty minutes!" I jumped up. "I didn't even sleep! Oh my gosh, when Carlo kills us tell Sergio I love him." I ran up the stairs, then ran back down remembering this isn't my house. "This isn't my house!"
James was doubled over laughing. "I have an extra toothbrush in the drawer." He managed to wheeze out.
Once again, I ran up the stairs, two at a time. I ripped open the drawer, and grabbed the toothbrush that hasn't been opened yet, and brushed. I finished and yelled down, "Don't even think about eating James! We practically ate half of Oreos company!"
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"James. Scarlet. Care to explain why you are both late?" Carlo rose he eyebrow at both of us running into the stadium ten minutes late, because of James' need for his hair to be 'perfect'.
"My dog died." I blurted out.
"Scar you're allergic to dogs, and you know it!" Sergio yelled from across the field. I was mentally stabbing him with my eyes, and he was slowly dying.
"Mr. Ancelotti, this is all my fault. I had Scarlet stay over, because I was bored, and have no other friends." James broke my thoughts.
"No, coach. It's my fault. I was bored, and have no friends, and payed James to hangout with me." I stepped in front if James.
"My goodness! You guys could have just called me! I haven't hung out with my team in forever! Just do five extra laps in the ten we all did." Carlo smiled.
I felt as if bricks were lifted off my shoulders, and I started running. Kicking Sergio once I past him, "Scarlet you allergic to dogs." I mimicked.
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"Scarlet I'm not going to have you play for Levante, but I am thinking of putting you as my main forward against Barcelona." Ancelotti looked down at his clipboard.
I took a moment to think about what he said, then it hit me, "I'M PLAYING AS THE MAIN FORWARD! I LOVE YOU!" I hugged Carlo, then ran across the field, making sure I hugged every player.
"Why's are you so happy?" Arbeloa asked, pointing.
"I GET TO PLAY BARCELONA!" I cheered hugging him.
"Kids these days." Iker disapproved.
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Authors Note;
C(HRIST)IANO HAS RISEN. CRISTIANO SCORED FIVE GOALS. F. I. V. E. CINCO. YOUR FAVORITE CANT EVEN COMPARE. A KING WALKING AMOUNG MEN. GOD IN A HUMAN FORM.30 YEARS AND STILL DOING BETTER THAN 24 YEAR OLDS. HE HAS KILLED EVERY ARGUMENT YOU HAVE AGAINST HIM. LONG LIVE THE KING. ALSO JAMES RETURNED AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE RETURNED ON THIS DAY??? HE PRACTICALLY JESUS. ALL OF BBC SCORED! Okay I bet people that aren't fans of Real ( crazy people ) are already tired of me. Sorry for the short update but I only wanted to update BECAUSE 9-1. HOLLA I LOVE MY TEAM MORE THAN I LOVE OXYGEN.
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