ØDA - Martin Ødegaard

eight

the pair made their way into the players underground carpark. each car got more luxurious as the pair walked further and further.

until they stopped by a black audi and the lights flash as martin pressed the button.

moura had never been in a car so posh, she barely even saw them driving around.

she gulped and martin saw the expression on her face.

"do you want me to turn the seat warmers on?" he asked trying to break the mood.

moura could only nod.

she got in the car and felt even more stiff. she was afraid to move or touch anything in case it broke.

martin tapped on the big screen in the front of the car and got up a map.

"where do you live?" martin asked.

"near finsbury" moura replied as martin typed it in.

'20 minutes until your destination' read the screen.

as much as moura wanted to spend time with martin, she wasn't used to this kind of living.

martin began driving and making his way out of the carpark.

"you can pick a song if you like." he suggested and gave her his phone.

now she was even scared to touch his phone. she looked down at it like it was some kind of alien product.

"are you okay? you gone really quiet." martin asked as he was concerned he had done something wrong.

"i'm fine, what's your password?" moura asked.

"the date i signed my arsenal contract" martin replied.

moura typed it in straight away with no struggle.

"ha! so you are an arsenal fan!" martin shouted making the girl jump.

she slowly turned her head to say 'really bish' with her raised eyebrows as he unexpectedly yelled out of nowhere.

"no i'm not... it's just basic premier league knowledge to know the top signings..." moura tried to cover up.

"mhm... just admit i'm your favourite player from your favourite team." martin sighed.

moura ignored him and scrolled through his spotify playlist and slowly realising they have similar taste.

"i didn't know you had real taste in music." moura swiftly said, changing the subject abruptly.

"what can i say i'm a class guy." martin smirked.

"shut up." moura said and lightly hit him in the arm.

"hey i'm trying to drive here." martin said acting hurt.

"oh my god i love this song" moura said as she pressed play.

i want it that way by the backstreet boys began blaring out the speakers.

"you are... my fire...." moura sang terribly.

suddenly her shyness faded away as she used martin's phone as a microphone.

martin shook his head in disbelief as the girl screamed every word.

"TELL MY WHY." moura yelled into the 'microphone' before moving it to martin to sing the next part.

"ain't nothing but a heartache..." martin awkwardly mumbled, not to leave the girl hanging.

"TELL MY WHY." moura yelled once again.

"ain't nothing but a mistake..." martin sang.

the pair burst out laughing at their goofiness.

"you're a terrible singer." moura laughed out.

"you're not one to talk." martin replied with sass in his tone.

"ugh the things i would let the backstreet boys do to me." moura sighed and slummed back into her seat.

"aren't they like old now?" martin questioned.

"and your point is? they are dilfs and you cannot tell me otherwise." moura said crossing her arms.

"what's a dilf?" martin asked as moura burst out laughing.

"i am not explaining to you what a dilf is right now." she said laughing.

"why not? is it a bad thing?" martin questioned.

moura found his questioning adorable, but it felt like explaining to a toddler what a dilf was and she didn't want to go down that road.

"it's definitely not a bad thing..." moura shook her head.

"give me another example of a dilf." martin said.

"okay i'll keep it local, ummm, xhaka is a dilf." moura stated.

"okay i'm still none the wiser." martin shrugged.

"i supposed zinchenko is also a dilf." moura added.

"so i should go into training and call them both dilfs?" martin asked.

"YES! you should definitely do that! please get someone to video that for me." moura laughed as martin smiled and shook his head.

after all this conversation and laughing, moura forgot she was actually supposed to be guiding martin the way to her house.

"you can pull up by here." moura said.

"are you sure? where's your house?" martin asked.

"it's just down the road." moura pointed.

"no i want to make sure you get in safe." martin sweetly said.

"there's no parking down there." moura added.

"then i'll park here and walk you down." martin shrugged as he swiftly pulled into the parking space and turned off the car before moura even had time to reply.

"you're so stubborn." moura said narrowly pointing her eyes at him. deep down she was grateful, no one had ever been this kind to her before. but she wouldn't let it show.

they both got out the car and walked down the street together until they approached her apartment.

they stopped outside the door and stared at each other for a moment.

"so is this it? i never see you again and you go back to your football life." moura sighed as she looked at martin.

"no. i want to see you again." martin said burntly. maybe it was the fact english wasn't his first language but he never thought about anything he said. it would just fall off his tongue.

moura liked that about him. no bullshit. he said what he thought. well, when he wasn't flustered.

moura didn't know if this was going to be one of them cliches where they kiss outside the front door after their first date.

as much as she really liked martin, she really hoped he didn't try to kiss her right now. she was very reserved in kissing people and would only kiss those she trusts.

she wanted to get to know martin more. after all, they did only meet a couple of days ago.

moura realised she had been thinking about her response too long and snapped back into the room.

"uh yeah! i'll message you." she blurted out and mentally slapped herself for sounding like an idiot.

martin smiled and nodded and began walking away.

"martin!" she called out and he quickly stopped and turned back.

"thank you! for everything, the tickets, the shirt and the ride home. i owe you." moura called from her doorstep.

"i think i have an idea on how you can repay me." martin winked before walking away back to his car, leaving moura on the doorstep in awe.