Skipper's Kid

No, of Course Not

"Shut up, Kyra," you shoved the Aussie playfully. "Ye' don't know shit."

"ÄLSKLING! COME GET YOUR PHONE, IT KEEPS RINGING!" Jonas yelled from the opposite side of the pitch, said device in hand.

You made your way over, evidently confused as a random caller ID flashed on your screen. "One second, farsa. I'll be right back."

You answered the call as you strolled away. "'Ello?"

"Hola, is this Y/N Little?"

"It depends."

"On?"

"If yer' callin' from my school about that fistfight I got into last week, then no, this is not Y/N Little, but if yer' callin' 'bout football, then yes, it's me."

The man on the other side of the line chuckled. "Well, I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear that I'm not calling for your school."

You beamed. "Great! So, what'd d'ye' want to talk 'bout?"

"Well, my name is Pedro Martínez Losa, and I'm calling to discuss your car's extended warranty."

You snickered. "Yeah?"

He laughed. "Yeah. But in all seriousness, we need a Goalkeeper. Ours have all been injured or are unavailable and I need a first choice Keeper. So I called you."

You furrowed your brow. "Who's we?"

"The Scotland Women's National Team."

You choked on your own spit, coughing so loudly that everyone on the field turned to look at you strangely before resuming their previous activities . "Uh-hm... what's the, uh... uh... occasion? What're the matches for?"

"Oh, nothing too big. Just the qualifier for the Euros."

Your eyes widened. "The wuh—the wuh?"

"The Euros? I'm sure you've heard of it."

"Uh, yes. Yes, of course," you responded hastily. "I'd love to. I'd—I'd—yes. Definitely."

"Perfect!" You could practically hear him smile through the phone. "I'll email you all the details. I look forward to seeing you on the pitch. Adios!"

Well... shit.

Okay.

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"LESSI!" You yelled, sprinting towards the Englishwoman before tackling her to the ground. "HI!"

"Owww," she whined, sitting up and shoving you off playfully. "What do you want, Y/N?"

"I need to talk to ye' 'bout somethin' important after trainin'," you patted her on the shoulder. "Just wait 'till everyone's off the pitch?"

"Sure, kiddo."

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"Walk with me," you nodded at Alessia as she approached. "So—Kyra get yer' arse out of 'ere!"

You pushed the cheeky Aussie away with a grin. "No eavesdropping! Ye' can't keep a secret for the life of ye' and this is important!"

She stuck out her tongue before scampering off. "You're no fun."

"So, what's going on, kid?" Alessia asked once your immature teammate was gone, putting her hands in her pockets. "It's not bad, is it?"

"No, no," you waved your hand dismissively. "I need yer' help with somethin'."

The Striker raised her eyebrows. "What is it?"

"So y'know how the Euros qualifier is comin' up soon?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I need ye' to lie to my mum and say that I'm going with ye'," you answered, slowing to a stop near a corner flag. "I'm not, obviously, but I can't tell my mum why I'm actually goin'."

The blonde looked confused. "Why would you need to lie?"

"Well, how else am I supposed to keep the call-up a surprise?"

You couldn't stop a grin from spreading across your face as the older woman next to you beamed. "Really? That's awesome! Kim's gonna be so proud."

"So... yeah?"

Alessia nodded eagerly. "Of course."

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"MUM!" you slammed the door open with your shoulder, causing the majority of your teammates to jolt in surprise. "I HAS A QUESTION!"

"Jesus Christ," your mom sighed. "What is it, honey?"

"Can I go to the England Euros camp with Lessi? Sarina already agreed."

The Midfielder squinted as you suspiciously. "I've been askin' ye' if you want to go with your aunties to their national team camps and now ye' suddenly want to go?"

You shrugged. "Yeah."

"Oh my—Alessia, are ye' sure yet want to take Y/N with ye'? This is the Euros we're talkin' 'bout. She can be very distractin'."

You gaped. "Hey!"

The Striker only smiled. "Yeah, we'll be fine!"

"I better not hear ye' givin' any of the English girls a hard time," your mom stated, ignoring your eye roll that half the team clearly thought was funny. "Ye' be good, this is an important tournament."

"I'm always good!" you huffed, glaring pointedly at those who laughed at that statement. "Less and I will have fun. Right?"

"Right," Alessia agreed. "Besides, we've got captain Leah to watch over us."

Leah nodded. "I'll keep these two goofballs in check, Kim. I may have to keep Y/N away from Tooney, though. Them being in the same building is a scary thought."

Your mom shuddered. "Right. Well, ye' can go. Just be good and don't distract any of the girls from their matches, alright?"

You held back a smile. "Alright."

So, in exactly two weeks, you'd be making your debut for the same women's national team that your mom had once played for.

No pressure.

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