Chapter One

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i walked downstairs to see my brother, Tom Cleverley, sat down watching the Lion King with his daughter and my niece, Neveah.

"i'm going to Old Trafford" i shouted through the house to Tom

"Alright, i probably wont be in when you get back me and Georgina are going out, see you when i see you. " he shouted back

i smiled to myself and grabbed my keys of the kitchen counter and went out to my car, this is the first time i going back to Old Trafford since Tom left for Villa, I've stayed very close with Juan Mata, hes kind of like my other brother now, even though the media like to say otherwise, and I haven't seen him in a while so I'm excited to see him after so long. also i havent met any of Uniteds new signings yet, Tom obviously met them all on tour and he says they're all really nice, but I haven't met them yet, so that's one of the main reasons I'm going today, and obviously to catch up with all the boys I already know.

As i parked up outside Old Trafford i smiled to myself, i sat and remembered all the times I came with Tom all the laughs we had, i missed coming so often, i dont get on with the Villa players as well, I mean they're all so nice, but I dont know, I just don't have the same humour as them, and they're all already so close, but Tom seems to love them all, and that's all that really matters. I finally got out the car and walked towards the entrance.

as i started to walk i heard someone

"Charley!" i instantly recognised the voice and replied

"Juan!" i said running up to him and embracing him in a hug

"ive missed you so much!" i said

" i know its been forever, but its not happening again, ive missed you too much" he said smiling at me, and squeezing me a bit tighter, I smiled to myself.

we started walking and suddenly juan started talking, i stopped and looked at him,

"try not to fall for any of the new ones, not all footballers are as respectful as me, and i really dont want to see you get hurt" he said smiling weakly

"dont worry footballers arent for me" i said smiling, I loved how much he actually cared about me.

...and with that i grabbed his hand and started skipping towards the entrance, excited was an unerstatement...

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