𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 || 𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙞

𝗼 𝗻 𝗲

YELLOW
"you look like the rest of my life"

~mallory~

even though i've experienced it more times than i can count, walking out on the newly mowed field, with the sun setting just behind the horizon, and the thousands of fans chanting your name, always feels like a once in a lifetime experience.

every game i play, i play like its my first. the first game matters the most in my opinion, it shows the world whether you are going to play up to the standards people expect you to be at, or if you will crumble under the pressure.

looking around the crowded stadium, i notice the mens team in their normal section. both of barcas A teams have a pretty close bond and spend a lot of our free time, outside of football, together, so we normally try and make it to the others games.

i scoff when my eyes land on the familiar brunette boy, who i have grown to despise. his dark hair is being blown into his eyes from the fierce wind, obviously annoying him. he tries to wipe it out with his fingers, but gets angry and gives up. pedri is seated next to him, whispering something in his ear, which gavi clearly isn't paying attention too.

pedri notices me and waves, sending me a bright smile, which i reciprocate. i turn away when gavis eyes meet mine, a disgusted look on his face. i can't stand him.

i also notice alyssa, loic, and rome in the family section and wave at them aswell. only alyssa notices me and elbows loic next to her who gives her a harsh glare. i chuckle and turn back to my team, who is all warming up.

i pass with salma for a while, who is one of my closest friends on the team. she was basically the first player to accept me when i first started practicing with the team.

don't get me wrong, the whole team was welcoming, but i felt as if salma was one of the few who truly cared. i was only 15 when i started practicing and sitting the bench, and i played my first pro game at 16.

as all of the players were older than me at the time, and still are, it has always been a little awkward. but salma made it easy, and she has always been someone i have looked up too, not only with football, but in my personal life too.

now she remains one of my best friends, and i spend almost all of my time with her, outside and inside the sport.

the ref blows the whistle, meaning we only have a few minutes till kick off, and we walk over to the bench for our before game pep talk. jonatan reveals the line ups, and i'm not surprised when he calls me as a starter.

we do a short cheer and then everyone heads onto the field. salma jogs up to me, dropping an arm over my shoulders. she pulls my head into her chest and ruffles my hair. "you ready kid?" she laughs and i pull on my ponytail to fix the mess she made, with a roll of my eyes from her stupid nickname.

salma started calling me kid when i first met her and it's stuck with not only her, but the whole team, and some of the men's team aswell. she is only two years older than me, but still feels the need to call me a child. "i always am." she just laughs and tightens her grip on my shoulders. "what about you?"

"i'm always ready." she smiles, repeating my words. i stare at her with a cocky grin, waiting for her to sprint off towards her spot on the field. "i bet you'll score again."

"you think?" i raise my eyebrows at her statement.

"sí" the ref blows his whistle, prompting us to get ready for kickoff. "you've scored the last three games, make it four." she smirks, patting my back a little too hard. then she sprints off towards her forward position.