𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐨 || 𝐤. 𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐳

𝟎𝟎𝟏.

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THE TIME was 4am, and your lazy ass was still in bed. you wanted to go to your dads practice today. you were bored out of your mind everyday, so you decided to go. but since practice was an hour away from him, he woke up extra early because practice starts at 6. you were a heavy sleeper, so you didn't hear jackshit.

ochoa knocked on your door before coming in. " n/n? ya es hora. si quieres ir conmigo, necesitas despertarte ahora mismo. " he said, shaking you awake. " paaa.. cinco minutos mas! " " no. ahora, vamos a alistarnos y comer. ya despierta vergonzosa! "

you sighed and he left. you stayed in bed for a bit and got up, " i guess if i wanna go i have to wake up. " you put your slippers on and yawned. you opened your door, and walked downstairs. you smelt something good. you saw your mom in the kitchen cooking. " buenos dias mami. que haces de comer? " " buenos dias chula. por fin de despiertas temprano. estoy cocinando panqueques. quieres? "

" jaja que gracioso mami, pero si! yo quiero. " you replied. your mom laughed and nodded. " pues báñate, esto de tarda mija. " " okay mami. " you went back upstairs to your room and grabbed your towel. you left and stepped into the bathroom, stripping your clothes off as you entered the shower.

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you were in your room, brushing your hair. you left it in a simple style, liking how it looked by itself. you did a natural make-up look, just concealer, lipgloss and mascara. you checked the time and it was 6:10. you already ate because your mom bought the food upstairs, so you were practically ready. you put on your shoes and went downstairs. you saw your mom and dad talking and ochoa looked back.

" por fin, pues vamos. " " si pa. adios mami, te amo. " you said as you and ochos hugged your mom goodbye. you both headed out the front door and got into the car.

'finally, no more boredom.' you thought. the whole car ride was just your dad singing to rancheras. typical of him; he always does. you didn't mind because you liked the music too. you guys were there in 20 minutes, and it was 6:40. maybe there was still time for your dad to not be late. you really didn't want that. i doubt anyone would wanna be late to practice.

as 17 minutes passed, you finally saw the field. it was beautiful to you and you liked it. you liked futbol a lot but after an injury, you decided to just stick to not playing anymore. ochoa parked the car and got out, following you getting out the car as well. as you guys were walking inside, you admired everything. the smell, the looks of the place.., everything! it looked peaceful and magical to you.

you guys finally got inside and went to the locker room. you were a little nervous but went inside either way. your dad greeted everyone, and all you heard was " ochoa! " " hola memo! " " eyyy, san memooo! "

you walked behind him and he side eyed you. " y vos?que te pasa? " he said laughing. " te voy a presentar a ellos, solo espera. me voy a poner las cosas. ten paciencia. " " okay papi. pero rápido! " you said nervously and all your dad did was laugh at your pain. you rolled your eyes and observed the room.

everyone was laughing, smiling and just joking around with eachother. they were also talking about football of course. you saw a guy and found him cute. he looked at you and sent a smile your way. you widened your eyes a bit and blushed. he was cute, really.. cute. you heard your dad talk and you paid attention.

" okay mija. lets go. practice is going to start. " " okay dad. " he walked out and you followed. the whole team came out after you, and you knew because you heard their laughter becoming louder. you went over to the bleachers and sat down. practice began and you watched, putting your airpods in. you kept your eyes on that guy you saw earlier. his tattoos made him extra cuter to you.

maybe you were staring at him too long because he caught your eye. he seemed to laugh, then sent a smile and wave your way. you got caught off guard, blushing a bit. you smiled back and waved. he looked back to practicing, and you were busy fangirling. the whole practice time, you were staring at him. he was cute. really cute actually.

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practice had just ended. you put your airpods away and jumped off the bleachers. you followed your dad, sitting on one of the benches in the locker room. you kept glancing at the guy, and he was smiling. he got up and walked towards your dad. you got a bit nervous cause yknow, he was cute. you sat there not paying attention to what they were saying. " mija, mira. this is kevin, kevin, this is y/n. my daughter. "

you waved and spoke up, " hi kevin. " you said with a smile. " hi y/n! como estas? " kevin smiled, and he sat next to you. ochoa kept changing and doing his business. " i'm okay. just tired as fuck. you? " " ah, lo mismo. i'm tired and i wanna go homeeee! " kevin whined and pouted. " go change. stinky. " " si si ya voy mama. " kevin said jokingly as you gasped offendedly.

" bueno. mija, vamos. diga bye conmigo. " ochoa said and you nodded. you guys told everyone goodbye and kevin came up to you. " can i get your number? you seem cool. " " yeah! of course. " you said smiling as you put your number in his phone.

you hugged kevin goodbye, and left. you were smiling so hard the way back, and felt yourself blushing.

that felt so magical.

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