Just A Daydream Away || t. kroos

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AN // this is the part of 8 that got cut off for some reason, even though i went back like a bajillion times and added even more things it didn't save. anyways, I will be adding on to that part too. ps. i love fernando torres

Arianna's Point of View//

"Me? Real Madrid? No way! I came here to express my artwork, and do that only. If I was to join a team in the professional league, it would definitely not be a team that relies of one player, like your team. I would play for a great team, like Borussia Dortmund. They do not have to play Aubameyang to win games, they do not have to play Reus to win. BVB is a family, and they know how to play together, with or without their 'parents' of the club." I turned around, not waiting for his reply, because I knew it would just be him begging for me to play for his club.

My feet quickly leaded my to my illustration, where I ended up staying, working on it for the entire night, and more hours in the morning.

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3rd Person POV;

Arianna's paint brushes were touching the most paint they ever had in the last couple weeks, combined. It was nearly six in the morning by now, but the homegrown Spaniard had not noticed. She still thought it was around ten at night, because she knew she had spent at least two hours here. After several more minutes of silent painting Arianna heard the sound of balls being kicked, and the swish of the net following seconds later. Curiosity had brought her to the field, where she saw a familiar German face. Toni Kroos. Arianna scrambled back to her painting, and covered her progress so far, so nobody could see it, then cleaned everything up, realizing that the rest of the team would be coming for training in a few more moments.

She frantically searched for her car keys when she realized she left them on the field. Debating whether or not to go on the field, Arianna decided to shove all of her things in her bag, and run home.

Kroos pushed himself harder, since he knew that he would be in deep trouble for missing training yesterday. He had spent the entire day cleaning his house head to toe, as he was planning on having the girl he was so interested in, Arianna, come over for dinner once again tonight. His bruised German legs brought him to the goal, picking the ball up, and carrying it back to the corner. Sweaty blonde hair stuck to his forehead, but he let it be. A loud echo of the stadium's doors slamming shut brought fright to Toni's face. With a history of watching horror movies in the past, he knew the person who went after the sounds always got killed, so he shrugged it off and went back to kicking corners; practicing for the Champions League finals against FC Barcelona.

Authors Note;
Yes, I did make up the part of Real going to the finals, but I wish that actually happened in real life, so it is going to happen here. If you did not already know, I have other stories that you could read if you are that bored and have mothing else to do.

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