Whatever We Are

Chapter 1

"DJ! You better get your ass down here before I come upstairs!" Marc yelled at me from downstairs.

"Geez, I'm coming!" I yelled at the top if my lungs downstairs. I was finishing up my make up and was about to put some eyeliner and mascara. "Calm down, Marcy!"

Marc hates it when I call him Marcy.
After I was done with everything, I put on heels that matched my black dress and rushed downstairs as fast as I could in these heels. When I reached downstairs I saw Marc pacing around the living room. He looked up and stared at me.

"It's about time, DJ." He said walking towards the main door. "We're gonna be late for the party!"

I scoffed. "Oh, please!" I replied, walking outside the door along with him. "They would be more than happy if you didn't come."

I laughed at my own joke as he scowled at me.

I have known Marc since I was little. We have grown up together and he was like my best friend. He named me DJ when we were in 6th grade since my name is Delia Jason. Since then I'm stuck with that nickname.

We reached his Audi and I jumped in on the passenger seat while Marc got in the driver seat.

As he was driving, he kept glancing at me once in a while, which annoyed me. He kept doing that for two whole minute before I got fed up and asked, "What's wrong, dude?"

He looked at me and then back at the road. "You know...the whole Barcelona team is coming to the party."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I know that. What's wrong with that?"

He just shrugged and said, "Ehh nothing. Just reminding you." I rolled my eyes again and looked out the window. I knew something was bugging Marc, but I can't tell what.

Oh well. I thought as we got nearer to the party. Dani Alves organized a party for the Barcelona team and since I was Marc's best friend, he invited me too. We reached Alves's house and I was about to get out when Marc stopped me.

"I have something to tell you," he started, looking concerned. I stared at him, waiting for him to go on.

"Just....stay away from the guys."
We stared at each other for what seemed like a minute before I burst out laughing. I was trying to stop laughing but couldn't. Marc stared at me like a grew two heads. That made me laugh even harder because of his reaction. After what seemed like an eternity, I got myself under control and wiped the tears.

I looked at Marc and saw that his face was red with embarrassement, and I started laughing again.

"Dude chill," I replied. "I don't like your friends like that. Now come on, we have a party to attend." I got out of the car and started walking towards the house with Marc by my side. When we reached the door, Alves came to welcome us and we went inside.

"DJ!" Alves yelled and jumped on top of me. "I missed you so much girl! You should come with Marc often to Camp Nou where we train."

I hugged him back and replied, "Yea yea, what am I going to do there? It's not like I play football or anything."

Alves laughed and said, "You could just sit in the stands and watch me kick other players' arse."

"More like the other players' kicking YOUR arse." I replied back.

Marc laughed and high fived me. "She knows us too well dude." Then Marc and Alves hugged each other and did their handshake before walking off. I had no idea where to go so I just followed them.

The place wasn't much crowded. It was only the Barcelona players and some of Alves's close friends and family.

I kept following them until they reach at the very back where all the Barcelona team was. "Hey guys! Guess who's here?" Alves yelled at the team, pointing at me. Oh no. All the boys came running at me and then tackled me. Some smelled like beer while other...ehh well other smelled like men. After they got off me, I sighed and said, "well, I have a feeling that you guys missed me."

They laughed and Pique hugged me again. "I missed your cocky remarks, DJ."

I grinned up at him and was about to say something when someone bumped into me. Hard. Ow, now my back hurts like crap. I turned around to see who was going to get killed by my bare hands, when I saw those hazel brown eyes.

Damn! I cannot beleive it! The person who I've known in college is standing right in front of me! He left the town to get a job somewhere else I didn't see him since.

"Ney-Ney!" I yelled and jumped in his open arms.

"DJ! I missed you so much! You haven't changed a bit." He replied, kissing my cheeks. I blushed a little, since I had a crush on him but never told him. "Haha you look cute when you're blushing."

I stared at him wide-eyed. How dare he?? "Listen mister--"

Just then Marc came in between us and started glaring at Neymar. Then he turned around and looked at me.

"Whoa dude what got up your ass?" Neymar said to Marc, which in return Marc glared even harder.
"Ney-ney remember he did that in college too!" I exclaimed.

Neymar looked at me and smiled, "Yea...those were the days." I smiled back at him.

Alves came and stood next to Neymar, smirking at Marc. "Yo Marc....why do you always get mad when Neymar gets close to DJ?"

I laughed at him, "Dude you have no idea. He's like an over-protective friend who keeps following me wherever I go."
"Over-protective friend, huh?" Alves said to Marc, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed at him and turned to see Marc's red face. "Awww Marcy you look sooo cute when you're mad!" I said in a baby voice, punching his cheeks.

Everyone laughed at that and started tackling Marc to the ground.

I swear, I have the weirdest friends.