deep blue eyes // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 25 - Good Time

The next morning I wake up with probably the most terrible headache (except for the few times I've had migraines) that I've ever experienced. It's horrible. And as I sit up to see that I'm in a room I don't recognize, nausea immediately comes over me. Ignoring my horrible headache and achy body, and get out of bed, throw the door open, and run through the huge, unfamiliar house, looking for a bathroom to throw up in. Finally, I find one, slam the door shut, and throw up in the toilet.

Once I finish puking up my dinner from last night and washing my mouth out in the sink, I stop, staring at myself in the mirror. I look horrible. My hair is a huge messy, my clothes are wrinkled, I'm pale, my makeup is smeared all over my face, and there are huge grey bags underneath my two eyes.

Great.

I sigh, leaving the bathroom, and try to find my way back to the room I was sleeping in, thinking back to last night. I don't remember much, and obviously I got pretty drunk, which scares me to think about. I only remember about halfway through our game of Truth or Dare, but I know something significant must have happened after that... Like, something really significant, but why can't I remember what it was? Well, I guess I know why. It's because I was drunk out of my mind.

As I'm still searching through Neymar's huge, confusing house for the room I was in, I practically run right into Foden. Literally.

Great. Now he has to see me like this. Well, to look on the bright side, I guess, at least it's not Antoine, right?

Right.

He's looking me up and down with an indifferent expression, which makes me feel sort of uncomfortable. Of course I don't say that. "Morning, Sage," he finally says. "I was actually just looking for you."

"Oh?" I clear my throat, and we can both feel how awkward the situation is, I'm sure. "Why is that?"

"Well, everyone else is up, and breakfast is almost ready."

"Oh, right. Well, I think I'd better go to my room and get myself fixed up first, right? And, uh, could you ask Ney for me if I could use his shower?"

"Oh, sure, right," he nods, turning on his heel quickly.

"Wait, Foden, one second."

He turns back around. Well, now this is embarrassing. I sigh. "Do you know which room I was in? This house is confusing to me..."

He chuckles, a grin appearing on his face, and starts walking. "I'll bring you there," he says casually.

I nod thankfully and he does lead me there. "Will you be able to get back to the bathroom?" he asks. "Because Neymar won't mind you showering. He already let all of us shower if we wanted to."

"Yeah, I'll figure it out," I smile softly. "Thanks, Foden. And tell Neymar thanks, too."

"Sure," he smiles back. "Will you get to the dining room from the bathroom?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes, Foden, I can figure it out."

"Alright, alright, just making sure!" he laughs. "Anyways, then, see you in a bit."

I nod and grab my stuff, then head back to the bathroom, where I shower. I try to make it as quick as I can- ten minutes. As I'm standing in the bathroom, brushing through my long brown hair, without warning, suddenly the handle to the door is twisted, and the door is pushed open.

I thought I locked it!

And, there, before me, is Antoine. And there I am, wearing nothing but a tiny towel. His eyes widen at seeing me there, and he says, "Ohhhh... my God." as he slams the door again. He says through the door, "God, Sage, I'm sorry," with a nervous laugh. "I forgot you were still in there."

I'm shaking. He just saw me wearing nothing but a towel. "I- It's okay..." I say quietly.

"Right," he laughs nervously again. "Sorry." I listen as he walks away after a few seconds, and then I get ready, trying to use makeup to cover up any paleness or eye bags, or anything else concerning, on my face. Then I enter the dining room, wearing the outfit that I packed for today, which is a white crop top, a matching white skirt, and silver sandles. 

When I walk in, Foden says nearly right away, "God, Sage, you're going to freeze again out there. It's even warmer today, and that's even more of a summer outfit than yesterday."

I roll my eyes, sitting down between him and Antoine. Then I joke, "I guess I'll just have to steal your hoodie again. It was comfortable."

He rolls his eyes back at me and simply responds with, "Nah, Prefect, I don't think so. Unless you really are freezing like you were yesterday."

I look at him with the most serious eyes I can pull off, saying, "But Foden, you don't understand. I am freezing. Ney keeps his house at like sixteen degrees in here... But if you're really not going t-"

He stands up from his seat at the table, looking at me with earnest eyes as he says, "Wait, really? Want me to get it for you? My bag is just by the d-"

I burst out laughing, before saying, "No, Foden, I was just testing to see if you really would do that. Do you like, like me or something?" I obviously don't mean the question and don't expect him to answer, because obviously he doesn-

"Yeah," he responds bluntly, in the most casual tone ever.

I stare at him, eyes and mouth wide open. I glance around the table, and no one else looks too surprised. In fact, only Antoine, Messi, and Lloris even show any bit of surprise at all. "You're kidding, right?!" I say a little too loudly.

"Nah," he shrugs, then continues eating his food, changing the subject by saying, "Neymar, this is good food, by the way."

I do have to agree with him on that, that's for sure.

The food is really good.

And even though I can't even remember half of the time because of my drunkenness, and that there were a few really awkward moments, I'm happy I've come to Neymar's party.

It was a good time.