Footballer imagines.

Marc Bartra #2

Imagine for TheAesthete

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I drove up to the Nou Camp, my new job. I started here a month ago. Assistant trainer. I help the boys train and boss them around. It's kind of fun. 

As I walked onto the pitch, I noticed that nearly everyone was here, except Bartra. I'm always strict to Marc, why you may ask? I guess I like him, but he can't know that, so I just make it look like I hate him. It's stupid I know.

After about 10 minutes he finally turned up. "Bartra, you're late," I said, harshly.

"Sorry, I'll stay behind at the end to do more training," he said.

"Good," I said.

After about 10 minutes we split the boys into two teams, so they could have a mini game. It was Marc-Andre, Rakitic, Pedro, Messi, Iniesta, Mascherano, Bartra, Sergi, Adriano and Vermaelen against Pique, Sergio, Suarez, Neymar, Rafinha, Bravo, Jordi, Dani, Mathieu and Turan.

It was quite an interesting mini match. Suarez and Neymar scored a couple of goals, until Mascherano tackled Neymar and passed to Pedro ran up with the ball and then passed to Bartra, Bartra made a run for it. The next minute Marc was on the floor, Gerard and accidentally kicked his ankle while trying to get the ball.

He looked like he was in a lot of pain, you could tell Gerard was truly sorry. He was trying to help him up, but Marc could barely walk.

They ended up asking me to walk Marc to the medical room. I helped him across the field, while he had his arm around me, limping along the grass.

We sat down in the room.

"Do you want me to leave now?" I asked him.

"No Bedatri stay," he said.

"Okay," I replied.

"Why are you always so strict to me?" He asked.

"You see, you're a great defender, they just don't see it. So I'm strict to you, it will make you work harder," I said, half lying, half telling the truth.

"Okay," Marc mumbled. He was in pain. Gerard has done something bad to his ankle.

The woman came in and done an x-ray of his ankle. She then asked him to stretch it, too see how much it could go. She then left to go and find out the result.

"Can I ask you something," Marc said.

"Yeah sure, what is it," I replied.

"Do you actually like me, you're never nice to me. It seems like you have something against me," Marc said.

"Marc I do actually like you," I said.

"Can I tell you something, please don't go mad," Marc said, seeming kind of nervous.

"Sure what is it, I'm listening," I said to him.

"Forget it," Marc mumbled

"You may as well tell me now," I replied.

"I like you a lot," Marc blurted out.

"I feel the same way," I said, with a smile.

"So you wouldn't be mad if I did this," Marc said, grabbing my jaw closer to his, connecting our lips together as they moved in synch.

Damn Marc was a good kisser.

"Ah hem," a voice behind us said awkwardly.

We stopped and turned around, to see the doctor.

"I have the results back," she said to Marc.

"It's bad, but can be fixed easily. Your bone has gone out of place, you are going to have to miss about a month of training and matches," She said.

"Oh okay," Marc said to her.

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