Emerald green eyed dream / Pablo Gavi

Chapter 1

"Just make sure you don't run to the court no matter what happens during the game," Mason says.

"Mason! We're not five-year-olds. We know we aren't allowed to do that," Madeline answers to her brother.

Madeline sees Mason as an overprotective big brother but I don't mind being instructed. I don't have siblings on my own so having Mason as a kind of brother is like a dream come true.

My parents didn't give me many rules as a child. They thought it was a good idea which it kind of was but it also made me worry about letting them down by doing something I wasn't supposed to do. Still as an 18-years-old I'm stressing about making the right decisions so helping voice isn't a bad thing.

"Yes I know but this is the World Cup so I have to make sure," Mason says before continuing the warm up.

"Good luck Mason," I yell after him.

I'm so excited. I can't believe I'm at the Qatar World Cup with my best friend who is Mason Mount's little sister, sitting in the first row, joking with all of England's players since they are like brothers to me.

I have known the team for a long time. Ever since Mason got in the team. He took us both in his first national team match and introduced us to all his teammates. And we became their biggest fans. The players are so kind to us and they even invite us to their practices, games, team dinners and special events. They call us "the inseparable twins" which is a pretty descriptive name since Madeline and I have been besties our whole lives. We met when we were just six months old and we bonded right away and nothing has come between us since. I think the team likes us. We're like everyone's little sisters.

They have their opening match against Spain today. It's going to be a tough match since both of the teams are really really good. But Madeline and I trust in England. We hope Jude Bellingham plays well tonight because if he's in a good mood, he is unstoppable. And all our prayers to Jordan Pickford at the goal, play well Jordan! If he doesn't, he might find a pie on his face after breakfast tomorrow morning. And that might be by Madeline and I. That won't be the first time so be aware Jordan!

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The game is 1-1 after halftime. Jude scored once and Spain scored once from a penalty kick. 45 more minutes to fight.

"Oh my god! Do you see him!?" Madeline asks suddenly.

"Who?" I ask a bit confused.

She points at the player with number 26 on the court who is now close to us. "I'm sure he's the one I made out with in the nightclub in Barcelona two months ago," Madeline says.

The hot Latino!? The one I thought suited her so well. I even convinced Madeline to try to find him on Tinder since that's the only place you can find someone without knowing anything about them. Sadly, no luck as far as I know. Maybe he's not on Tinder or doesn't believe in dating apps.

I can't say the same about us. We both downloaded Tinder on our birthdays. Madeline has her birthday three months before I do which means I got to swipe on her account before I got my own. I won't say we're actually looking for someone from there since most of the guys want to just "Netflix and chill" which is a code word as we have learned. What we do is drool over hot guys to whom we have absolutely no chance. As hopeless romantics, what can you expect? 

"Are you kidding me!? Are you sure it's him? Didn't he say he plays for Spain's national team!!?" I ask.

"No, I had no idea! But I'm hundred percent sure it's him. I remember that face, those hands all over me and those lips on..." Madeline stops and continues a bit embarrassed, "Yeah you probably got what I mean."

"That's awesome Madeline! You have to go talk to him, maybe he remembers you!" I add.

"Yeah I think I'm going to do that after the game," she says and smiles sweetly.

Spain plays the second half really well and ends up winning 3-1. When the players are walking off the court I see something that makes my eyes almost pop out of my head. Do I see what I think I see? There is no way that's him. There is no way that the emerald green eyed boy with super cute brown hair and perfectly fitted suit who took shots with me in the Spanish nightclub is a freaking professional football player who plays for Spain's national team. That's not possible. I must be daydreaming. But if the other player is Madeline's makeout buddy then it actually could be him. What is happening here!?

Right before the mystery boy steps out of the court he glances up and sees me. Really sees me. I can almost see a light flicking on behind his eyes the moment our eyes lock. His face changes from happy to surprised in a second but then he disappears to the locker rooms. 

Was that a realization of knowing me or did he just see a girl he fancies?