this time isabelle set her alarm for 8:00, to give her enough of a sleep in to keep her from losing her mind, but also leaving enough time for her to pack and inevitably face her older brother.
"morning belle" antoine said in a mood too good for 8am, he was stood behind the stove, cooking pancakes. his favourite. "morning anto." isabelle opposingly mumbled at her older brother, plopping herself down at one of the bar stools and immediately burying her face in her hands.
"you went to sleep so early last night, why so tired?" antoine asked her, and isabelle chuckled nervously. "welllll....." she began. "toni called me" she said hoping antoine would see what she was getting at, so she wouldn't have to explain the entire situation.
"he apologized didn't he?" antoine all but grumbled the words, his previously good mood had now dissolved into his distaste for the real madrid player. isabelle nodded. "i would have loved to hear his excuse" antoine sarcastically laughed to himself.
"antoine, don't be like that" isabelle pleaded with her brother, "he's a really genuine guy, i like him a lot."
"isabelle, im not going to tell you what to do, but i just want you to know that i am never going to forget when you came back home yesterday after he stood you up, the look on your face." the french man explained to his sister. "although, if you truly like this guy, who am i to get in the way of that?" toni said, smiling at his sister.
"so. did you go out with him last night?" antoine asked. "i did. how did you know?" isabelle asked, mentally kicking herself for not being quieter when she came home. "well i assumed these flowers didn't just grow overnight" antoine chuckled. "the flowers, right"
"at least this guy got the red roses right." antoine said. "antoine i had so much fun with him last night, and guess what?" isabelle asked her brother rhetorically. "im going with him to ibiza for a few days before the world cup!" she said, suppressing her smile.
"that should be fun, if you are entirely certain that this guy is not a serial killer or a psychopath." antoine said. "yes antoine he's a very normal and likeable guy." isabelle rolled her eyes at her brother. "you should give him a chance, you two could be good friends" isabelle told antoine who scoffed at his sister.
"i have to go home now and pack for mallorca, before erika kills me for not being prepared, enjoy the pancakes and ibiza" antoine said giving his sister a kiss on the cheek. "if you need anything call or text me or erika."
isabelle was almost certain she didn't forget anything, though no matter how much she prepares there will always be something she'll forget.
isabelle checked the time 9:47 am toni would likely be there soon. and sure enough she heard a knock at the door not 10 seconds later.
she got up to answer it and almost got deja vu when she was faced with the german from the previous night. he was wearing grey sweatpants, a black hoodie and an adidas cap.
"good morning toni" she said softly, drinking in the sight before her, as she let him into her apartment.
"good morning isabelle" he greeted back smiling warmly at the girl in front of her. she was wearing one of her favourite little grey hoodies, comfy cream shorts and her uggs. her hair was pulled away from her face in a slick back ponytail.
"im almost ready i promise" she grinned at the man, as he looked at her unzipped suitcase, that was laid out on her coffee table.
"it's okay, we are in no rush, the private jet is taking off at around 11:15 we have ages" toni said calmly leaning back into the large cushions of her couch, whilst isabelle continued to chaotically run around her apartment frantically remembering things she forgot to pack or deciding there were things she didn't need to bring with her, so she would throw them across the apartment and into her bedroom.
"ready!" she grinned at him after he helped her zip up the suitcase. "let's go" he wheeled the bag out her apartment, as isabelle locked her apartment door behind her and threw her bag over her shoulder, following the lead of the german infront of her.
once they got into the lift, isabelle's arms were around toni's waist hugging him tightly, burying her head in his chest. "hi" she mumbled. "you're so huggable" she spoke, though it came out muffled. "im sorry what was that isa?"
isa?
isa.
isa
no one had ever called her isa, she was always belle. she loved it.
"you're so huggable" she grinned at him as she took her face away from his chest and look up into his eyes.
toni bent his neck down the place a kiss on her lips, which she gladly returned.
isabelle was silently freaking out as she sat beside toni on his private jet. "toni, this is incredible" she gushed as the flight attendant brought them champagne. "thank you so much, i feel so lucky" she said placing a hand on his arm.
"this is so unlike me, going on spontaneous trips to ibiza" she grins, "this is so unlike me, taking girls on spontaneous trips to ibiza" toni said in return. "i feel like i've known you forever" she admits. "so do i, isa. you've somehow become quiet important to me, quite quickly" he smiles at her.
"i still think france is going to be better than germany in the world cup" she says teasingly. "you wish." toni says, grinning at her, "i have a very good feeling about this world cup." he says.
she smiled at him, "it's your first world cup, it will be very special." isabelle rubbed her hand on his arm. "i know it seems optimistic, but if we win," toni began. "i'm gonna get a tattoo" he said. "where? and of what?"
"i was thinking my forearms, or shoulders? of what, i don't know yet. all i know is that i want a big one, you know like a sleeve tatooo" he explained. "yeah, i know what you mean" she grinned at the man.
"i think that will look good on you" she smiles warmly. at him. "have you ever thought about getting tattoos?" he asked her. "i have. i would only get small meaningful ones though. because i can only think about when im an old lady with a whole load of tattoos" toni laughs at this, "i get that" toni nods. "you would still look beautiful with them at 87," he smiles.
"god, when im 87, you'll be, what, 89. that's crazy" isabelle says softly. "we'll be old people" she placed her head on his shoulder and wraps her arms around his bicep. "i hope i still know you, when you're 89."
"please ensure your seatbelts are securely fastened, we are about to take off" the flight attendant tells them as she walks by, "thank you" isabelle smiles at the woman.
"ibiza here we come!"
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