ghostwriter {joão felix}

six

stef pov

my eyes were glued shut as my 5 am alarm rang throughout my room. after last night, i made sure i slept in my room or else i would have folded. joão and i were leaving for qatar in 3 hours, and we both made sure we would get there on time, so we had to wake up hours early. i rubbed my eyes and picked myself off the warm and comfy bed. i didn't hear any movement in joão's room, so i went to go check if he was awake. 

i knocked softly and got no response, so i quietly opened his bedroom door. he laid under the covers, still fast asleep. i tip-toed over to him, sitting on the bed. i felt bad waking him up since i knew how tired he was. i lightly tapped his shoulder, and all he did was shift under the covers. 

"joão." i whispered. i tapped his arm a bit harder and this time his eyes cracked open slowly. "come on, you have to wake up." he moved to lay on his stomach and shove his face into the pillow with an annoyed groan. "come on." i softly rubbed his back as he laid there. he then said groggily,

"you're making more tired when you do that." he slowly picked himself up from his bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "this flight is going to be so long."

"there will be no flight if you don't get up." i joked. he slowly got up from his bed, and i went back to my room. i put on a matching white hoodie and sweats set. i was not in the mood to do much with my hair, so i just slicked it back into a bun. i did very light makeup, brushed my teeth, skincare, perfume, the usual. i then headed back to my room to pack all of my stuff back into my suitcase. a huge, fancy shuttle bus was coming to pick up all the guys to bring them to the airport. it would be here in 30 minutes, so i went to go check on joão again. his door was wide open, and he was packing.

"you didn't think to pack until now?"

"listen, i was tired." 

"let me help." i went over and helped him put the folded clothes that were laid on his bed. i packed his jersey, once i went to go grab the next thing, i saw an identical jersey to his with his number on it, but it had "stefania" written on the back. i unfolded it and asked him with a smile,

"what's this?"

"i was going to surprise you but.. surprise!!!" he exclaimed. "you can wear it to my games." his voice was still deeper than usual from his tiredness. i engulfed him in a hug while saying,

"thank you joão." i then helped him finish packing all his clothes and everything else he needed to bring. we then brought all of our suitcases downstairs and sat on the couch together, since the bus would be here to pick us up in 10 minutes. 

i then suddenly remembered that rafael would also be on tha bus, shit. i already knew it would be awkward and i started getting nervous. 

after a bit, we heard honking outside, knowing it was time to go. we grabbed our stuff and locked the door, walking to the bus. we put our suitcases in the compartment below the bus, then walked in. joão stayed behind me and as soon as i walked up the steps, rafael was sitting right in front of me. he shot me a small smile, but before i could do anything back,i felt a hand grab mine from behind me.  

"come on, lets go sit in the back." i looked back at joão smiling slightly, and walked down to the back seats. "do you like the window or row seat." i replied,