Little Mewis

Oh, Is It?

Despite Jonas' protests that you shouldn't be playing so soon after returning from the States, you were back on the pitch not even a day after you touched back down in London.

"Little Mewis!" Kim chided as soon as she'd spotted you warming up for the game against Chelsea. "You've just gotten back from the US this morning, you can't possibly be playing already! What's Jonas thinking?"

You shrugged, passing the ball to Lotte. "Jonas is thinkin' I shouldn't play today. I disagreed."

She sighed, running a hand down her face. "First you jump off a balcony, now this? Are your ADHD meds doing anything?"

"Nope!"

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"Hoi Sam!" You greeted as you performed a clean slide tackle, getting all ball. "Bye Sam!"

"You're a menace!" The Aussie captain complained as you punted ball towards Chelsea's six-yard box where Viv headed it in easily. "You just got back from the US this morning, why are you so full of energy?"

You said nothing, sending her a mock salute before jogging towards Viv.

"You suck!"

"Sam, I know you're kinda blind, but I'm not a mirror. Also, should I tell Kristie that you like to insult yourself?"

"Goddammit Y/N!"

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"Fantastic game today, Y/N," a reporter complimented. "You've just returned from the US, why did Jonas Eidevall make you play in today's match against a top team like Chelsea?"

"He didn't," you stated bluntly. "I told him I was playin' today. You know what they say. The best never rest."

Katie raised her eyebrows, giving you a questioning side-eye. "And who says this?"

"Me."

Katie sighed, placing her head in her hands as the reporters chuckled in amusement. "Why are you like this?"

"Yes, in the back?" You prompted, ignoring Katie's remark that made everyone in the room dissolve into fits of laughter. "Yea', you."

"Hi, Y/N," the woman said, glancing down at her notepad. "We couldn't help but notice your seventeenth birthday is tomorrow. Are you excited?"

You blinked. "Oh, is it?"

Katie groaned, resting her head on the edge of the table. "Are you serious?"

You glared at her. "Shut up! No one asked ye'."

You cleared your throat. "I wasn't really expectin' to do anythin' tomorrow, but we'll see what happens. I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up with a clown in me face, some of the girls on this team are..."

You made the universal gesture for cuckoo while discreetly pointing at Katie, the Irish woman completely oblivious to the fact that you were making a fool out of her.

"Like?" The Defender urged you. "Give them some examples."

"Beth Mead, Jordan Nobbs, Lotte Wubben-Moy," you said, ticking them off using your fingers. "Kyra Cooney-Cross, and lastly but most importantly, Katie McCard."

"OI!"

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"Really, Y/N?" Leah chided, the rest of the Gunners smirking at you. "I knew you had a bad memory, but really? Even Jordan can remember her birthday."

"Hey!" Jordan huffed. "My memory isn't bad!"

"Yes, it is," you said. "I've just been busy, otherwise I would have noticed that it's already the 27th." (A/N: Your birthday is the same as my birthday just because it'll be easier for me to remember in future chapters. Your birthday- my birthday- our ? Birthday is on March 28th.)

"You almost gave Katie a brain aneurysm," Kyra giggled. "I've never seen her so tired of somebody."

Kim nodded in agreement. "Katie's practically your second mum at this point. She looks like an exhausted parent whenever she's around you."

Katie slumped down onto her seat. "I feel like one."

"I wonder how you haven't killed your real mum from stress yet," Beth mused. "Katie's got grey hairs and she's only known you for a year."

You gaped at the English player. "I'm a delightful child!"

"No, you aren't." The Gunners deadpanned in unison.

"HEY!"

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Sorry for the short chapter, I'm hella tired rn

Home life is VERY busy for the next two days, so updates for all books will most likely be non-existent until at least Wednesday, sorry ☹️

Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading!