Skipper's Kid

Hey, Gooners!

"Hey, kiddo?" your mom asked, placing her phone down on the table. "Ye' know how I have that media thing next week?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Yeah, why?"

"Ye' have to stay here. Can I trust ye' with Leah and Steph while I'm gone?"

"Yup," you held back a smirk. "I'll be fine with them."

You weren't too worried about the English and Aussie captain. You'd had the ability to talk your way into doing anything and everything (and vice versa) since you were a little kid. It was pretty easy, especially when everybody you tried it on had a soft spot for you.

"Right, you'll be over at Leah's half the week and Steph's the other until I get back," she patted your hand. "Sound good?"

"Mhm."

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"Hey, Little Junior," Leah greeted, pulling you into a hug. "How are you?"

"...huh?" you squinted, attempting to blink the sleep out of your eyes as the English captain led you inside. Your mom's flight left very early in the morning, resulting in you also being awake much earlier than usual.

"D'you want coffee?" Leah questioned, walking into the kitchen. "You look like you need it."

"Please."

"So, what time do I have to drop you off at school?" The Defender inquired.

"I usually run to school," you murmured. "Unless it's pourin' rain or the ground is icy."

Leah looked up. "Your mum is okay with that?"

"Yeah."

"Kim Little is okay with you running to school every morning?"

"Yeah."

She looked confused. "Your mum isn't worried you're going to get mugged or something?"

You scoffed. "The last person that tried to mug me ended up in the hospital."

Leah sighed, placing your coffee down on the counter in front of you. "Why am I not surprised?"

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"Hi, Jen," you jumped onto the older Scot's back happily. "Miss me?"

The Defender grunted, grinning as she tilted her head to the side. "Hey, kiddo. How's it goin'?"

"I failed my English test," you stated cheerfully. "Don't tell my mum!"

She shook her head in amusement. "Wasn't plannin' on it."

The two of you walked out of the changing room.

"Hey, Jen?"

"Yeah, kid?"

"I can trust ye', right?"

She raised her eyebrows. "Of course ye' can. What's up?"

"I need a trusted adult with me to go skydivin'." your eyes gleamed.

"Nope, not me," Jen raised her hands. "I'm not goin' skydivin'. Not me."

You pouted. "Fiiine... I'll just ask Katie."

The older Scot nodded thoughtfully. "Good idea."

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"Heeeeey, Katie," you jogged up to her and Kyra, unable to stop the mischevious grin that was blooming on your face. "How's it goin'?"

"What's goin' on in that beautiful brain of yers'?" The Irish skipper smirked. The two of you had always been close due to the chaotic energy you both exuded.

"D'ye' wanna go skydivin' with me?"

Kyra's eyes widened. "You're nuts. You couldn't pay me to do that."

Katie grinned. "I'm in."

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"ERIK!" you banged on the Arsenal YouTube manager's office door. "OPEN THE MOTHERFUCKIN' DOOR!"

The man pried it open with a chuckle. "Hey, Little Junior. What can I do for you?"

"Katie and I want to go skydivin'."

He raised his eyebrows. "So you want us to film it and make it seem like I asked you to do it for media purposes so your mum doesn't get mad at you."

"I knew you'd understand!" You beamed, patting him on the shoulder. "So, when are we doin' this?"

He laughed. "How about tomorrow after your trainin'?"

"Good with me."

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"Hey, Gooners! My name is Y/N Little, and I'm here today with the infamous Katie McCabe," you began, a wicked grin in your face as you spoke. "What are we doin' today, McCard?"

"The club has asked us if we wanted to go skydivin'!" she cheered, though she gave you a look that said 'I said it, now where's me fifty quid?'. "So obviously, we couldn't say no."

You nodded enthusiastically. "Well, what are we waitin' for? Let's get up there!"

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"-the both of you understand?" the instructor questioned.

"Yup," you answered, patting Katie on the shoulder. "Ready, cap'n?"

"Um... anyway," she grimaced, clearly having second thoughts about the whole thing. "GoPro on, kid?"

"It's on, now get yer' arse out that door," you grumbled, shoving the Irishwoman to the door as your instructor threw it open. "Hurry up!"

She glared at you as she stumbled. "You go first then!"

"Okay!"

You were all too happy to comply, purposefully falling out of the aircraft while sticking your tongue out at Katie.

"So, how's it goin', guys?" You yelled, thinking of the viewers that would be watching. "Ye' all should try it sometime! And can someone tell mah mum that I'm fine? I can already hear her screamin' at me."

Above you, Katie shouted something that was lost to the wind. It was probably something along the lines of "fuck you!".

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"Right, Erik, I'm trustin' ye' to make this look like this was the club's doin', aye?" You patted the man's shoulder as you handed him the GoPro. "I really don't want to die as soon as mah mum gets back."

He smiled. "Don't you worry, kiddo. I've got you."

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