The Penalty || Marc Andre Ter Stegen

More Than Words

It's kind of fun to do the impossible. -Walt Disney

ADALINE'S P.O.V:

Marc and I walk into the forest, quietly, but after a while he starts talking. "So Bayern München, huh." He muses, looking at the sky. I nod, my eyes wide. "Barcelona..." I murmur awkwardly.  "Yeah..." Marc answers. That was pretty awkward. Marc clears his throat and tosses me a kind look. 

"My car is parked over there..." He says, pointing at the looming trees. I look up, amused. "You parked your car on a tree?" I ask, genuinely childish. He chuckles and shakes his head. "Nah. Over there, before the woods." He says gently. I bite my lip and giggle.

"Amused, aren't ya?" Marc chimes, smiling broadly. I nod softly. The sky reflects my mood, kind of sad, kind of happy. "We should go back... I have FIFA 16!" I say excitedly, because Thomas tends to play it a lot. Marc lights up. "I bet you can't beat me." He teases, stepping forward. I give him a competitive look. "Race you there." I say, stepping forward as well. He leans back, shrugging. 

"I don't think I can-- SIKE!" He says, sprinting forward. Blushing madly, I race after him. After a while, we arrive at my house, all sweaty and panting. Indeed, my clothes are not the best for running. Marc places a hand on the door. I look up and laugh, more like a huff. He does the same and opens the door.

But oh surprise! Thomas and the lads are using the Xbox to play FIFA. I grumble and walk over, looking at the TV screen. It's supposed to be Real Madrid- Barça, and well... Real is winning 5-0. As soon as Marc closes the door, all heads turn to him. 

"Oy, Marc, look here!" Mario says, pointing at the screen. Thomas and friends laugh. Marc clenches his fists and rolls his eyes. "Ha ha, very funny." He mutters. I cast them a nasty glare and they instantly shut up.

"I'm gonna go take a bath." I say indifferently. "Would you like someone keep you company in the shower?" Jan Kirchhoff says seductively, wiggling his eyebrows. I turn beet red. Everyone bursts out laughing, except Marc. Thomas elbows Jan in the ribs. "She's my sister, man!!" He says, giving him a stern look. Jan laughs again. I, still red, run up the stairs. Marc casts a glare at the messy Germans and follows me to my room.

"I could keep you company... Outside, hehe." He offers, amused. I stop dead, turning around and instead of yelling at him to get out, I smile warmly. "I like that you're not like the others." I whimper, running to his arms. A pretty awkward gesture from me.

Marc doesn't stiffen. He hugs me softly and gently. I have to admit he's very huggable. We keep hugging for about 5 more minutes as I look up to his deep, blue eyes. 

"Marc, would you... Keep me company... Outside the shower! Of course, haha..." I dare ask him. Instead of holding back, disgusted, he grins warmly and nuzzles my cheek fondly. That was... sweet of him. "Of course." he said, his voice silkily soft.

A moment of silence is drawn, our gazes lock and everything vanishes. I get lost into his eyes, a smile everlasting and sweet. The moment seems to last on forever, I don't want it to end. Ever. I think I've started to catch feelings for Marc.

MARC'S P.O.V:

Wow. That's all I got to say. She's so... beautiful. I don't think I can tell her just yet... I'll wait. And make it perfect for her. However, I just grin happily. "Go on, the shower's getting warm." I say gently. Indeed, I had turned on the shower before. I gently start removing her scarf. Adi stiffens very so lightly but helps me get it off. 

"Thanks, Marc." She says, with that lovely smile of hers. I wink at her and lead her to the bathroom. She grins at me in a special way and closes the door. I walk into her huge walk in closet, and I dare take a peek at the door. I see her silhouette, her perfect curves. Adaline hums an 80s song and gets in the shower. I feel my cheeks redden and scoff to myself lightly, a grin creeping up my face. I walk back to her bed and lay there for a few minutes.

After a while, Adaline's soft voice calls. I instantly jerk myself up and walk over, pressing my face to the glass. "Yes, Adaline?" I ask, my hand trembling. "Would you pass me my towel, please?" She replies. I blush intensely and come in, trying not to see her. 

"Where it at?" I ask, looking around casually. Adaline points at a purple towel hung on the wall. I nod and take it to her, opening the shower door gently. She looks up at me, her cheeks tinged with pink. I chuckle lightly and caress her face very silkily. She giggles and takes the towel, covering her body. 

I wink at her and we both chuckle. Suddenly Thomas comes in, with an expression that says it all. Adaline screams at him to get out. Thomas, shaking, gives me the nastiest glare I've ever received in my life. I could literally see the gates of Hell open behind him, some creepy music playing. It gives me the chills. Adaline steps out and pushes her brother out, both arguing in German. 

After a few rigid moments, Adi comes back, red from all the yelling. I could tell she is frustrated, plus giving her a hug would not be appropriate just now. I politely step out of the shower and let her change into her clothes.

Adaline comes out, in a cute "IDFWU" Hoodie and black leggings, as well as some white Adidas tennis shoes. I chortle. "What's so funny?" She asks, with a hint of indignation in her silky voice. "IDFWU." I answer, pointing at her hoodie. 

"Oh shut up, you." Adaline says, a smile creeping up her porcelain face.