Little Mewis

"I- I- I- yUp!"

"Hey kiddo," Jordan said, patting you on the shoulder as she entered the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Nothing," you shrugged, playing a game on your phone. "How about you?"

"Just checked the England World Cup roster."

"They're out already?" You asked. "I thought rosters weren't supposed to drop until next week."

"A few countries drop theirs early," Jordan said. "The US roster's dropping tomorrow, actually."

"Oh," you mumbled. "When do you guys get the call?"

"The day before the roster's released."

As if on cue, your phone began to ring.

"I'll be right back," you told Jordan. "I don't know who the hell's calling."

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"Hello?" You asked, closing the door to your room.

"Hi, is this Y/N Mewis?" A heavily accented voice questioned.

"Yes it is, may I ask who's calling?"

"Of course. My name is Vlatko Andonovski." (A/N: I know he's not head coach anymore, but for the sake of this story he is.)

Your heartbeat increased, thumping against your chest at an unusually high rate.

"What can I help you with?" You coughed.

"I was calling to see if you'd like to join us at the 2019 FIFA Women's World Cup." He said cheerfully.

"I- I- I-yUp!" You yelped, voice cracking in surprise. "I'd love to!"

He chuckled lightly. "Great, I'll email you the details. I look forward to seeing you next week."

"Thanks! Bye!" You panicked, hanging up the phone. You were so not prepared.

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"Y/N, you alright?" Leah asked as you stumbled down the stairs. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"YeAH!" You wheezed, tripping on the last step. "Great!"

"You don't look great," Jordan interjected from her spot on the couch next to Katie. "What's happened?"

"Yeah, what's happened?" Katie snickered. "Never seen you so panicked before, it's funny."

"Theoretically," you stated, once more tripping over nothing. "If I were to get called up to the World Cup, what would I pack?"

You were met with blank stares.

"What?" Jordan asked dumbly. "Come again?"

"If I were to get called up to the World Cup, what would I pack?" You repeated. "Theoretically."

There was a long pause.

"ATTA GIRL!" Katie screeched, tackling you to the floor. "THAT'S ME FAVORITE TEAMMATE!"

"I'm your favorite teammate?" You grinned cheekily. "I'm honored!"

"That's not the point!" The Defender chided. "You're goin' to the World Cup!"

Jordan and Leah joined the both of you on the floor, the former pulling you into a headlock.

"We're totally celebrating later!" Jordan cheered. "8PM, rest of the team's invited!"

"Noooo!" You complained. "I hate parties!"

"Aw, c'mon ya weirdo," Katie grinned. "We know you act like a hermit crab at home, but liven up a little! You got your first call up!"

"I guess..."

The girls cheered, pulling you into a group hug.

The party hadn't even started yet and you were already being presented with a headache.

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"Wah?" You mumbled, taking in your surroundings at the night came rushing back to you. You hadn't had any alcohol of course, but you had vivid memories of passing out on the kitchen floor sometime early into the morning.

Glancing upwards from your comfortable spot on the ground next to the fridge, you spotted Katie and Lotte strewn out across the couch, Jordan passed out on the floor next to them. Apparently, most of your teammates had gone home, but a few stragglers were probably scattered throughout the house.

Pulling yourself to your feet, you turned on your phone to 38 missed calls from Kristie and 12 missed calls from Sam.

You decided to dial Kristie's number first. She picked up on the first ring, yelling, "I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!"

"Hello to you too," you said tiredly. What's- oWw."

Kristie snickered as you banged your shin on the corner of the table. "I'm so proud of you! Sam and I can't wait to see you at camp next week!"

"Thanks, Kris," you stated, rubbing your eyes. "What am I supposed to pack?"

"Let's switch to FaceTime, I'll help you."

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"-and just pack the rest of that the day before you leave." Kristie finished.

"Okay, thanks," you said. "Love you, see you next week."

"Love you, bye!"

As you hung up the phone, the realization sunk in.

You were going to the World Cup.

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My dumbass doesn't know how World Cup rosters and call ups n shit work so we're just gonna roll with it 🤷‍♂️ 🤷‍♀️

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