The National Team || dos santos

[ 9 ] Coming Home

[ 9 ] Coming Home

After having breakfast together, some of the guys came to invite us to go see the town. Gio was excited to go, but I decided otherwise. I had heard many stories that Mexico city was very dangerous, and walking around with a bunch of famous footballers was just begging for trouble. And even though we had been away from home for approximately one day, I already missed Guadalajara. Gio agreed with me on that. He had only arrived from Spain and wanted to spend some time with his folks before heading back to the old continent.

A lot of the other footballers and their girlfriends went out, while Giovani and I packed our things to return home. 

As we left the city, we stopped at a gocery store and got things for the poor families who lived in the outskirts. The children were very excited to play football with Gio, but we told them we needed to get back home.

We made it back to Guadalajara by early afternoon. Giovani dropped me off at my house before leaving to his own house. 

The moment I walked past the front door, my mother and sister shot up from their seat on the couch and went to interrogate me. "How was the presidential dinner with Giovani?" My sister asked with excitement, adding with slight drop of her smile. "Jona never took me anywhere that nice. And the very last time we went out together, he didn't even have the decency to drop me off here. He left me at the mall and dad had to go get me." 

"That was because you two got into such a big argument that you dumped your bowl of frozen yogurt on his head and told him to go to hell." I reminded her.

My sister Giselle shrugged her shoulders. "He said that Chivas es la puta que Atlas disfruta," Chivas is the slut that Atlas fucks, "I couldn't let him get away with insulting my team like that. He needed to learn that some jokes, as he called it, aren't funny. The Atlas fans use that song to poke fun at Chivas."

"Well Liliana was telling me Jona just got permission from FCB to go on vacation for a couple of weeks, so he'll be coming here." Mrs. Noval explained, wiggling her eyebrows at her oldest daughter. "Maybe you two can patch things up."

Giselle shook her head. "No thanks. I won't date a guy who hates the team I love."

"Tough." I sighed, adding casually. "Because I heard Jona has been single ever since you two broke up."

"Really?" She asked, her eyes showing a momentary sparkle before she went back to acting indifferent. "That's nice, I guess. But honestly, I'm sure he's still the same a-hole he was when we broke up."

I nodded in agreement. Though I knew Jona was a pretty nice guy, the opposite could be said about Giovani. He was always trying to get on my nerves. "Giovani too." I told her. "Maybe it runs in the dos Santos family."

"But isn't it true that when kids pick on each other, they're in love?" My mom pointed out.

I shot her a look. "Mom, we're all in our twenties. We are not kids."

-

Jonathan arrived in Guadalajara two days later, and I hadn't heard from Giovani in those two days until he called to let me know his brother was in town. It seemed Liliana and Geraldo wanted my family to be there to greet him, since their sons and my sister and I had grown up together until Giovani and Jona moved to Europe to pursue their dreams.

At the airport, Giselle had her arms crossed over her chest and her foot tapped on the ground impatiently. "I bet he's taking long on purpose so we can all wonder where he is." She muttered, chewing on her bottom lip.

"You're nervous to see him, aren't you?" I asked.

"Pfft, no." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Mhm." I smirked.