kind of a basic plot, but just trust me on this, alright? 🙁
a story in which pedri's cousin, morena, joins the spanish national team on their journey to qatar for the 2022 world cup.
despite not being part of the team, morena is able to persuade he...
pedrigonzalez: we have training 😟 ^ morenagonzalezz: u need it 😬
user3: Bro ur fine
user4: WoW 😍😍
user5: HOW OLD? (ASKING FOR A FRIEND 😉) ^ morenagonzalezz: 17 🎉🎉
user6: ur so perfect ^ morenagonzalezz: just trying to be worthy of you ml ❤
bukayosaka: Hi 😁 ^ morenagonzalezz: holaaa!!
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"how do we look?" i enthusiastically presented, zainab and i posing in sync. the whole of the spanish team gawked at us in amazement.
many compliments were given, which we both graciously thanked them for; although, i was a bit more modest than zainab.
anyway, why should she be modest? she knows she looks hot - she should own it!
suddenly, as i was checking my face in a mini mirror, pablo approached me. he wore a small, yet inviting smile; his hands rested in the pockets of his sweatpants.
"sweatpants in this weather?" i asked, slightly amused.
his face seemed flustered at my question, though he was quickly composed in a few seconds. he answered, "i'm gonns change later." with a nervous chuckle.
we remained in our places, looking at eachother quite awkwardly - no one uttered a word. however, when at last it seemed gavi would say something, zainab appeared beside me.
"come on girl! oh, it's ga ga gavi." she sneered, eyeing the boy down. a smirk crept on my lips as i tried to conceal laughter.
"zainab, shut your mouth. i swear." he warned. pablo didn't seem very thrilled at her presence.
zai shrugged carelessly, taking a swift glance at her apple watch. "oh, mo mo we need to leave; we're gonna be late!" she spluttered, abruptly grabbing my wrist.
pablo's face scrunched in confusion, "wait what?"
"to our first photoshoot! remember, this is why i came to qatar in the first place?" i reminded him.
he hummed in acknowledgement. "i thought you were joining equipo de españa." he sarcastically snarked, nudging my arm. zainab rolled her eyes at him.
"you think morena would join your smelly boys team?" she scoffed. i mentally facepalmed.
"let's just go before someone hurts someone. ok, bye gavi!" i waved, dragging grouchy zainab along with me. she stuck her tongue out childishly at him, which he replied to with his middle finger.
"see, that's the size of your-"
"zainab, i swear." i hissed through gritted teeth. we exited the hotel together, fan-girling over the celebrities and other models we would meet.
TIMESKIP - THE STUDIO.
"morena, never leave my side." zainab instructed, nervously gripping onto my hand. the moisture from her growing sweat, made holding on tricky.
as soon as we entered the studio, we were greeted by a cheerful looking woman. her dark hair was neatly slicked back into a bun, her skin was tan and olive - it apoeared shiny under the white lights. her makeup was flawless.
"welcome! you must be morena gonzalez and zainab rahmen." the lady spoke, her voice was smooth and reassuring.
"that's us!" zainab replied, squeezing my hand a little. i nodded eagerly.
"walk with me girls; you will be meeting your co-models for the weeks you will be here. then, we will prepare you for our first shoot!" she explained.
we walked for a few, short minutes. the lady, who we learned was called 'aisha,' led quickly ahead of us - her heels clanked onto the floor, you could here her from a mile away.
soon, we reached a brightly lit room, filled with loads, and i mean loads of beautiful models. each equipped with their jewelry, handbags and expensive perfumes.
my eyes scanned the enviroment, until they landed on a familiar face. although, zai beat me to calling out her name.
"it's zendaya, holy lord!" she squealed. i noticed a sudden pale hue in her skin - i feared she would colapse from excitement.
"omg, and bella! and gigi!" i gasped, clutching onto zainab's shoulder to prove i was awake, and not dreaming.
"hey girls!" they said in unison.
"sadly, they're only hear for first and last shoots - to give the movement some popularity and exposure! however, i'm sure you'll make friends with alot of our models here!" aisha explained.
"yeah! alot of us are probably your age, i think?" a taller girl smiled. i thought she was gorgeous; her hair was braided, decorated with elaborate, gold charms. she also had very prominet cheekbones, and her lips were plump and glossy.
"that's good - we'll have something in common!" zainab laughed, the others giggling too.
out of the both of us, zainab was the more outspoken one.
