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TOUR GUIDE
"i have late night conversations with the moon, he tells me about the sun and i tell him about you"

~lyla~

whenever i was younger, i used to be obsessed with futbol players. almost every teammate my brother brought home, i immediately caught feelings for.

futbol boys were my weakness.

everything about them made my knees weak. i don't know if it was the hair, the legs, the way their skin shined after a game, or maybe it was just the sport in general.

but all my friends knew that i was obsessed with futbol boys. no matter if they went to my school, or if my only connection to them was through a tv screen, i always found a way to love them.

every guy i dated through high school was a futbol player. i dated a basketball player once when i was a junior, but that went terribly wrong and ended up with both of us in the back of a cop car.

i learned my lesson.

except once i got older, my interest in the men who played the sport only decreased. i began to focus on myself, and then nate became my number on priority, and i haven't dated anyone since.

but now, staring at mason mounts name on my insta dms screen, is making all my high school memories flood back like a tsunami.

my fingers hover over the buttons on my phone screen for ages while debating on if i should open it or not. i eventually throw my phone to the end of my bed, the pressure being to much for me.

millie, who i met on my first day here last week and generously invited me out for coffee, groans besides me. "cmon mitchy just open it." she leaps up from her chair and grabs my phone from the end of the bed. "the anticipation is killing me."

"mils i can't open it." i snatch the phone from her and hide it under my pillow. "it's mason mount!"

she gasps, and her wild red hair falls over her face. "that's the point! it's mason mount!" she places her hands on my shoulders and shakes me side to side. "that's why you should open it."

"i can't, he's famous. plus what if it's something bad?" she groans and shakes her head at my stubbornness. i met millie last week and we conversed over coffee, and since then she has been my first and only friend in this large city.

i opened up to her about my past, and i figured out that we are quite very similar. i also told her about joão, except i didn't spare the kiss details this time. i thought as she is currently my only friend here, i can't have a bad first impression and lie to her.

over the week i have lived here, she has grown on me in a very positive way, and has been the greatest tour guide of all time. we only live seconds away from each other, and that's how we met.

a small brown puppy jumping on your brand new white sundress on your first day in a new country, isn't very fortunate.

"i don't wanna hear you talk about famous people, your surrounded my them, you basically are one." she yelps and i roll my eyes. "plus he's been all up in your comments, he's probably just asking to hang out or something."

i groan and run my fingers through my hair. "why is this so difficult?"

her freckled face stares back at me in disbelief. "it's not that difficult, your just being dramatic." she laughs. "now give me that so i can open it before you do."