(Sibling imagine)
Requested
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If there was one thing you hated in the world, it would be people telling you what to do. In this case, your parents asked you to go to your brother's game today, against Arsenal, for "moral support."
You have nothing against football; you're a very proud sister, and you will always support your brother and be there for him through thick and thin.
But if you could choose to watch a football game or not watch a football game, you would with no hesitation not watch a football game.
You never really cared about football; of course you would still watch your brother play, but you would look clueless half the time. You've never really understood the game, and the thought of sitting and watching grown men kick a ball around was not something that amused you.
Nevertheless, you agreed to it. It's against Arsenal anyway, and you were the only one in the family who could come and watch the game because everyone else was busy.
If you ever come to one of these games, you always sit behind the goal, next to where the rival team is sitting. It's mainly because you love pointing the F-finger at them, but it's also to protect yourself from getting hit by the ball.
It is a very big game, and with Chelsea being on a bad run, you don't really expect Chelsea to win today, and you have already accepted defeat.
The stadium was full. You looked over at your side, and it seemed like the Arsenal fans were more excited for this game than the Chelsea fans. The players came out of the tunnel, and just moments later, the game had started.
The first half was not so interesting; you had predicted it way before and weren't surprised by it at all. No one was really doing anything; Chelsea kept losing the ball, and Arsenal had created good chances but still hadn't scored yet.
At halftime, you went to get yourself a drink. Surprisingly, a group of girls walked up to you with Chelsea kits on.
"Hi!" You were tapped on the shoulder. You turned around and looked at the girls.
"Hi," you said awkwardly.
"Can we please take a picture with you? We love Mason so much!" One of the girls said excitedly.
"Oh...yeah, sure." You were taken aback by the request because it had never happened before, but you quickly took a picture with them and left your introverted ass to go back to the stands.
The second half started, and you were seated on your seat, drinking your soda, and scrolling through your phone out of boredom. Just moments later, you heard the Arsenal fans cheering, and you saw the players celebrating their first goal in the game.
"Well shit," you mumbled as you looked over.
Every Chelsea fan around you cursed and took a seat. You looked over at the Arsenal fans and noticed a grown man point the F finger at you for fun. You pointed back with both hands and rolled your eyes.
As if things couldn't get worse, Arsenal scored yet again. "For fuck sake," you whined annoyed.
There were only a few minutes left in the game, and like you had predicted, Arsenal was winning the game. Mason was still on the pitch, and he looked pretty pissed.
