deep blue eyes // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 45 - Morning

The next morning, I am the first one to wake up. When I do, Antoine has one arm draped over my waist and the other curled up between our chests. I have my hand draped over his shoulders, and my forehead is pressed against his neck. For a while, I don't even move. I can't move. I just want to stay here like this, forever.

Unfortunately, though, I don't even have the patience for forever, so I end up getting up fifteen minutes later. I slip out from under his arms. He mutters, still completely asleep, "Mmm... Sage, don't go... You're warm..." He reaches his arm out farther to nothing. I sigh, feeling kind of bad for some reason, even though it doesn't really matter. I kiss his forehead, pull the blankets back up over him since the air conditioning is cold, and quietly leave the room.

The biggest reason why I want to leave and get ready before everyone else is because I feel embarrassed for all of them, but especially Antoine, to see me with my crinkled pajamas and bedhead.

I quietly go to the bathroom and take a blazing hot shower. It is a very nice shower, and I use some of the soap provided here. It smells fruity- with maybe some cherry scent and orange scent. It is very interesting. It smells like summertime. I like it.

I get out of the shower and pull on the outfit that I grabbed before I got into the shower after drying off, which consists of a grey long sleeve sweater with a white lace tank top underneath in case I get hot, a gold necklace (not real gold; I can't afford that crap), and light blue jeans. I hope Antoine will think I'm cute... I don't know if I worry too much about that sometimes...

When I enter the dining room and kitchen room, Antoine is at the stove, cooking something up, while Lucas sits staring off into space and Ousmane is talking to Antoine, picking at his fingernails. Antoine is wearing a bright white t-shirt with a black unzipped hoodie on top, a colorful bead bracelet, and black skinny jeans. Lucas is wearing a plain black baseball cap, a similar black t-shirt, and a few silver chain necklaces. Ousmane's outfit consists of a navy blue hoodie zipped up, a silver ring, and an orange watch.

I walk straight to Antoine, kissing his cheek. He smiles. "Morning, sunshine," he says. "I was thinking today that whoever wanted to go with me, we could walk up to those tourist shops and see what they have, you know? That might be fun."

I nod, grinning. "Antoine, I'd love to." I love saying his name.

"Nice. Ousmane and Lucas want to, too. I guess we'll have to see about Foden, Olivier, Hugo, and Kylian once they wake up, you know?"

I nod, sitting down next to Lucas. Antoine puts a plate of blueberries, cheese, and toast in front of each of us. I thank him and dig in. It is delicious. I'm not quite sure why he decided to make breakfast for everyone, but I'm not complaining. I'm also not quite sure where he got this food from. Again, I'm not going to worry about it, though.

Next Giroud comes in, wearing a white button down shirt, a black cloth bracelet, and a fancy looking watch. I laugh, teasing, "Jeez, Olivier, it's not like we're going out to some fancy party or anything today."

He shrugs with a grin, glancing down at his outfit, and sits on Ousmane's side, taking the plate of food Antoine gives him with a thank you.

Next is Lloris, who is wearing a grey long sleeve shirt, black shorts, and a blue chain necklace, who comes in, sitting down next to Giroud.

I'm not surprised that the last two remaining are Foden and Mbappe, somehow. I ask, "Should I go check on the two of them? It's already like 9:30 A.M."

"If you're brave enough," Antoine chuckles. "Kylian can be a beast if woken up too early."

I shrug, grinning at him. "I guess I'm brave enough, then. I can't wait to get going to the shops up there."

"Okay, suit yourself," Ousmane laughs. Now I'm genuinely wondering, too curious, not to go wake up Kylian. I'll just also wake up Foden when I'm at it.

I knock on the door to Kylian's bedroom door, but there is no response, so I barge in, saying loudly to the sleeping guy, spread out, wearing a huge grey hoodie. He is out cold, practically. I walk over and shout in his ear, "Hey, wake up!" It wakes him up. The way I know this so quickly is because I earn myself a reflexive slap in the face.

"You just slapped me!" I say, laughing, holding my cheek, which I'm sure will now have a red mark.

He rolls over, grinning tiredly. "You just woke me up."

"It's already freaking 9:30 A.M. It's about time you got up, no?"

"Yeah, yeah," he sighs, rolling over again and sitting up, shaking his head. "I guess you're right. Well, get out of here, so I can get ready. Is everyone else up?"

"Foden might not be, but if he isn't, then I'm going to get him up right now."

"Hm, okay," he nods as I leave the bedroom, heading down the hall to the room that Foden has taken to sleep in for this week.

I knock on the door, and a few seconds later, as soon as I'm about to go in without an invitation, I hear Foden's voice say, "Come in?"

He is sitting on the edge of the bed when I open the door, strapping on his green sandles. "Hey, Ember," he smiles a little too widely when he sees me. He is wearing a light blue hoodie jumper over a black t-shirt, little clear earrings, and white gym shorts. "What's up?"

"Oh, uh..." For some reason, Foden makes me feel awkward and nervous. He looks at me in the way Antoine looks at me, and he shouldn't. I know he wants me... But I won't give myself to him. I'm not Antoine's, either, though. I am my own person. But I love Antoine.

Foden has this love in his eyes that doesn't make me feel right.

"I just came in to see if you were up," I quickly explain. "But you are, so I'll leave you to that!" Before he can respond, I'm out of the room, heading back to the kitchen. Heading back to the kitchen, where Antoine is.