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AN- I love Marco Reus so much it makes my heart ache when I see a picture of him, or hear his name. He's also a very professional goalkeeper.

Arianna's Point of View:

"Now you can paint wherever you wish in the stadium. I don't recommend the locker room, because those boys." He whistled, "they stink."

I laughed collecting my things, before leaving. "Thank you so much Florentino. I will go look around right now." I shut the door behind me, feeling more secure and safe here than before.

Ideas of painting the seats came to mind, but the paint would chip off from all the fans sitting there. I thought the wall to the field was still the best option, so I went to the field and pulled out my sketch book. I plopped down on the seat looking forward watching the team practice. I recognized a majority of them from the Spanish National Team, but I doubted they remembered me. I grabbed my pencil, and started with Cristiano Ronaldo.

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An hour later practice was closing to finishing, and I decided to pack up and leave. "Don't leave yet Arianna!"

I looked behind me to see a German midfielder waving like crazy at me. I put my supplies into my bag, and sat back down.

Five minutes later, the team officially finished training. "So I was thinking we could go out for dinner tonight?" Toni breathed heavily.

"Sure! I'll be right here." My heart fluttered.

"Give me ten or fifteen minutes!" He ran off the field.

After a few seconds I went back to putting finishing touches of my Real Madrid sketch of what I would paint later on. "Why are you so quiet?" Sergio sat down next to me.

I quickly shut my book, "I just keep my opinions, thoughts to myself in case nobody cares."

"But you used to be so loud and talkative. I don't like he new you Arianna."

"We agree on something! I really don't like the new you either." I licked my lips, "You are an annoying, man whore, thirsty man now. Honestly I don't even know how I am still standing here." I picked my stuff up to go leave.

"Oh no, no, no." Sergio grabbed my arm and pulled me back, "You are a shy girl who doesn't talk to anybody, but three people, who doesn't know how to have fun, and a little anti-social human!" Sergio yelled at me for the first time in my life.

I stepped back making space between us, "At least I don't go sleeping around in a new bed every night with a different person!"

"Oh really! At least I can be within one foot of a person the opposite gender!" We were both now screaming at one another.

"You're ego and confidence must be very small if you can actually get angry this fast over something stupid!" I threw my hands up.

"Finally! You realize you are stupid!" Ramos exaggerated.

"I hate you Sergio Ramos!" I slapped him hard, and left, not even bothering to go back and get my supplies.

Authors Note:
I'm super bored right now. I think I going to watch old Real Madrid v Barcelona games because I have the ones since this 2009 recorded.

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