It had been a month since I moved to Paris, the boys kept in touch every day. Their messages were a lifeline, reminding me that I was still part of the team, even from a distance. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling of isolation. I missed the camaraderie we shared back in Barcelona—the laughter, the teasing, and the late-night conversations about everything and nothing.
I got ready, putting on my favorite training gear, and walked down to my car. The drive to the training center was a mix of excitement and nostalgia. I loved Paris—the architecture, the cafes, the energy—but my heart ached for Barcelona. That city felt like home, and I longed for the familiar sights of Camp Nou and the bustling streets where I had built so many memories with the boys.
As I arrived at the center, I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task ahead. Right now, we were working on my recovery, specifically helping me regain my strength and confidence after the injury. My head still felt fragile from the concussion, and my leg was still healing, but I was determined to push through.
"Hey, Camila," Dr. Daniel greeted me as I walked in.
"Hey, Dr. Daniel," I replied, forcing a smile despite the weight of my thoughts.
"Well, let's get started," he said, leading me into the training area.
He explained the exercises we would be doing today. "We'll focus on agility drills and some light running to help you get used to the movement again without feeling dizzy," he said, his tone reassuring. "It's important to build your confidence, especially after what happened."
I nodded, eager to get back on the pitch. The thought of playing again fueled my determination. I imagined myself weaving through defenders, feeling the rush of the game, and hearing the cheers from the stands.
After my psychological training session, Dr. Daniel finished up with a message and sent me home. I could feel a mix of relief and anticipation; I couldn't wait to be back in Barcelona, surrounded by familiar faces and the energy of the team.
As I was driving, my phone buzzed in the passenger seat. The group chat was going off—messages flying in from Gavi, Fermin, and the others. I picked up my phone to check what was happening.
Here's an updated version of the group chat, incorporating Camila's situation in Paris and making the messages more iconic:
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🇪🇸La Masia Gang❤️
Ale🍺:
Guys, hurry up!
Gavi🫢👶:
I'm trying, but Pedri's taking forever!
Ferran🤦♀️:
FLICK might as well bench you two!
Gavi🫢👶:
Ferran, stfu before I send you to the bench!
Camila🤪🖕:
What's going on?
Fermin🥸:
We have to leave for the USA tour, and Gavi and Pedri are MIA!
Camila🤪🖕:
It's always them! Where are they?
Joao🇵🇹:
That's what I'm saying!
Camila🤪🖕:
Just finished my PT session in Paris. Can't wait to be back in Barcelona!
Pablo🧻:
We miss you! Hurry back!
Jude🍆:
Can't wait to see you guys on tour! Real Madrid is going to wipe the floor with you!
Pablo🧻:
Yeah, we'll see! I'm betting on a 4-0 Barca win!
Ansu🤢:
Yep, and Jude's getting a red card for sure!
Camila🤪🖕:
Damn, Ansu! You're ruthless!
Pablo🧻:
I love you, Ansu! But not as much as I love Barca! 💙❤️
Camila🤪🖕:
Why is Pedri not answering?
Gavi🫢👶:
We'll be there in 3 minutes!
Gavi🫢👶:
He says he's driving as fast as he can!
Ferran🤦♀️:
If they don't show up soon, we might just leave them behind!
Camila🤪🖕:
You guys better not! Who will entertain you?
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I put my phone down and kept driving, reminding myself that I needed to focus on my own journey. I was determined to get back on the pitch stronger than ever. The boys were off enjoying their tour, and I was genuinely happy for them, but I had my own goals to pursue.
When I got home, I decided to unwind by putting on a girls' game. It was inspiring to watch them play, and it fueled my motivation even more. After the game, I headed to the shower, indulging in my curly hair routine—it always made me feel refreshed and ready to tackle whatever came next.
Just as I finished getting ready, my phone buzzed with a FaceTime call. It was the boys, all together on the plane. Their excitement was palpable as they waved at me from their seats.
"Hey, Camila! We miss you!" Gavi said, grinning widely, his enthusiasm infectious.
"I hope you guys are having a blast!" I replied, trying to match their energy. "Just remember to have fun, and I'll be back soon!"
"Are you going to watch on tour?" Ferran asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"I hope so! I'm working hard to get back on the pitch. Once I'm ready, I want to be there with you all," I said, my determination shining through.
"That's the spirit!" Joao chimed in. "We'll keep the seat warm for you."
As they chatted and joked around, I felt a surge of motivation. I was glad they were enjoying their time, but I had my own path to follow. I couldn't wait for the day when I'd be back with them, supporting the team and making memories again.
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"Treating you the Way you Deserve" //Pedri Gonzalez
Fanfiction"Camila has been very close to the boys' group ever since she grew up with them at La Masia. However, the dynamic changes when two new players join the team.
