Friends? / A Romeo Beckham Fanfic

chapter 6

"Should we go to Romeo's room? I mean, it's the biggest one out of all of ours," Cruz suggested. Out of the kids, I think Cruz is probably the only one that doesn't act like a brat. He's really nice and actually considerate of others.

"Sure!" I say in answer to his question. I really don't mind where we're going right now, but I really just need to sit down. We turned a corner, revealing Romeo's bedroom. Across the door was wooden letters in a cursive fashion adorning Romeo's name. Romeo opened the door, a room decorated full of Real Madrid and Manchester United posters and Arsenal bedsheets. That is what I call awesome room decor.

"Wow. It looks great!" I say, opened mouthed and looking at the walls which show life-size pictures of Gareth Bale and Wayne Rooney. Amazing.

Romeo tells us all to sit on his gigantic bed.

"So Jayde, I've only actually known you for a few hours, so would you like to tell us something about yourself?" Romeo asks. It's rarely any occasion on which I share my life story, but I think I trust these boys enough. I take a deep breath, before starting my story.

"Well, my name is Jayde Rylee Kingfisher, born October 12th, 2002. I love soccer. And Barcelona."

"Yeah, yeah, boring stuff. Continue," Cruz said, rolling his eyes.

"Well I'm a quarter Chinese, a quarter American and half Australian. My dad's Aussie, and my mum's a halfie."

"Where's you're dad? Didn't he come on this trip?"

"No. He died 4 years ago. From a heart attack."

"I'm sorry Jayde," said Brooklyn, giving me a sad smile.

"Woah, that's deep," Romeo said, a bit speechless.

"It's really fine. I've learnt to deal with it. Anyways, how about you guys? Anything special?"

"No, except that we have a world famous dad and a Spice Girl as a mum, we're pretty normal," Brooklyn says, smiling at me. Eh,  the Becks aren't as bad as I thought.

"It doesn't seem that fun," I replied.

"What do you mean 'not fun'?" Cruz asked questioningly. "Just look at our house! It's pretty damn awesome."

"The paps, I mean."

"Oh right, the paps," Cruz nodded. "Yeah, they suck. Whenever we go out, we always get snapped. It's really annoying, but after 10 years, I've learnt to kind of deal."

"Yeah, there's no time to mess up. Like I mean, every second of your life is being documented," Brooklyn chimed in. The room suddenly went into a sort of silence. Romeo reached for the TV remote and pointed it at the TV.

"Wanna watch some Premier League? I've recorded some of last season's games."

We were just about at half time, when Özil assisted to Sanchez and scored. Brooklyn patted me on the back, causing me to turn around and face him. My hair flicked over my face, and I looked like I'd just had a crazy hair day at school.

"Well, my dad said you were a pretty sick soccer player. You should sign up with Arsenal academy. I go there and so does Romeo," Brooklyn tells me.

"Yeah, would love to, but I don't know what my mum would say. It seems pretty sick," I say. "But the thing is guys, I'm only staying in England for a few months. So by the time they tell you who's going to be in the academy, I'll be preparing for my flight back home." Damn, I wanna go to Arsenal academy so bad! But seriously? That was one of the stupidest questions they could've asked.

"Oh well. That's a shame," Cruz said, hanging his head low, grabbing a packet of some sort out of Romeo's cabinet. "Now who wants some lollies?"