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23. | ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱɢɪᴠɪɴɢ
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𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 | 𝟸𝟺𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 |
𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓, trying to stop Mason's shot. He cursed out loud as the basketball swished into the net, Mason pumping up his fist in the air.
The West Ham player rested both of his hands on his knees, giving out laborious breaths.
"That's it; I'm done, mate." He breathed out tirelessly, "I'm not condoning this anymore."
Mason let out a laugh and retrieved the basketball that managed to roll underneath the net. The two were playing a game of basketball. Declan gave up after Mason officially tied up the game for the tenth time.
"Why not?" Mason teased, bouncing the ball beside him with ease. "Scared to lose?"
"Fine, fine. We can stop," Mason chuckled, placing the basketball underneath his arm, tucked on his hip. Declan sat on the bench and let out a sigh of exhaustion, patting the seat next to him as Mason made his way over.
"Ready for the game tomorrow?" Declan spoke as Mason sat next to him, placing the basketball between his feet.
"Of course. It feels good to be starting," Mason nodded, breathing slowly.
"Have you spoken to Chris?" Declan asked, making reference to Mason's American teammate.
"Not yet; I think he's a bit busy," Mason spoke honestly, knowing that his friend was probably training extensively, just as the England squad had been doing. There was a lot riding on this England game—a lot of pressure from both countries for their respective teams to perform well.
"Their camp isn't too far, no?" Declan asked, thinking about their location. If he wasn't mistaken, the US team should only be down the road from them.
"It's a bit away; I think two hours or so."
"Maybe on a day off, we should make a visit. I'm sure Jude would want to see Gio," Declan suggested, thinking about Jude and his club teammate. Mason hummed enthusiastically, not knowing if he felt like going through that effort to see Chris. He worked with him all the time.
"We'll see," he shrugged, looking down and juggling the basketball between his feet.
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Back at the Pearl Hotel, Y/N emerged from a refreshing, lengthy shower and donned a luxurious, silky robe, fastening it securely at the waist. Wrapping her damp hair in a fresh towel, she leisurely sauntered around her spacious hotel room, marveling at the massive and expensive decor.
