Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams
sam kerr x female oc
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Monica awoke to the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a warm hue on the room. Today was no ordinary day—it was the morning of quarter-final game versus France. Monica stretched, her mind immediately filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. Sam already awake still clung onto the girl like a Koala.
"Morning sleepy head." Sam lifted her head from Monica's shoulder.
"Morning superstar."
Monica threw on a cozy hoodie and made her way to the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Sam joined her, wearing the Australian team tracksuit, a focused expression on her face. The weight of the upcoming match lingered in the room, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation.
The morning sun continued its ascent as Monica and Sam lingered in the kitchen, the aroma of coffee enveloping them like a reassuring embrace. As the minutes ticked away, Monica noticed a hint of nervousness in Sam's eyes. She reached out, gently placing her hand on Sam's, a silent gesture of support.
"You're going to be amazing out there," Monica said, her voice soft but filled with conviction. "Remember, you've trained for this. You've got the skills, the team has your back, and so do I."
Sam sighed, a mixture of gratitude and anxiety evident on her face. "I know, Mon, but it's the World Cup, you know? The pressure is real."
Monica nodded, understanding the weight of the moment. "You've faced tough challenges before, and you've conquered them. This is just another step in your incredible journey. Believe in yourself."
Sam smiled, the corners of her lips lifting. Monica could feel the tension in the room slowly dissipating, replaced by a shared determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead. They finished their coffee in companionable silence, the support they offered each other transcending words.
Sam looked at Monica with a playful glint in her eyes. "You know the tradition, right? The Kerr jersey brings good luck. Will you wear it for me today?"
Monica chuckled, appreciating the superstition that had become a pre-game ritual. "Of course, Sam. Anything for good luck."
As Monica slipped into the oversized jersey, Sam couldn't help but grin. "You look better in it than I do," she teased.
Monica rolled her eyes playfully. "I highly doubt that, but if it brings luck, I'm all in."
With the Kerr jersey draped over her, Monica accompanied Sam down to the hotel lobby where they would meet the rest of the team. Monica and Sam made their way downstairs, their steps echoing in the quiet corridor. The team had gathered in the lobby, a mix of nerves and excitement palpable in the air. Players exchanged encouraging words, some engaged in quiet stretches, while others sipped on their pre-game beverages.
Sam, wearing the iconic Kerr jersey, approached Monica with a determined expression. The team bus awaited them outside, ready to transport them to the stadium. Monica could sense the collective focus of the players, the gravity of the upcoming match hanging in the air.
