Broken Without You

Chapter 24

Life was a boring place without them in it. But it was manageable. After your semester abroad, which you had fallen in love with, you decided to stay in Barcelona. The medical field was something that had fascinated you since you were a little girl, and it seemed appropriate to stay since the school had a great med program. You attended classes in the morning and worked in the afternoon. This steady pace had earned you an internship working along side famous Barcelona players. You had never seen a player that you recognized as being really famous, but once you moved up, you hoped you would get a chance to be a medic in the bigger games.

Ironically, you held a job as a barista at a coffee shop in Barcelona, but thankfully not the same one that always brought back bittersweet memories. This was your new life, and you were quite content for a time.

Early one tuesday morning, Sergi, your co-worker rushed over to turn on the television. This amused you, his work ethic was a quite humorous thing. "Football, (y/n). You wouldn't understand." You slapped his arm playfully, "you don't know me sergi, I happen to love football okay?"

Rolling his eyes like a presumptuous little boy that he was, he wiped down a table, his eyes glued to the screen. After taking an order, you rolled your eyes at his behavior. He seemed more interested in the television than the customers. You let it slide though, it was a pretty slow day. It was so slow that you found your eyes trailing to the tv screen. You watched for awhile, there were young guys your age that were training, and they were doing interviews for some of them. "It's here in Barcelona," Sergi explained. "The season is starting and they're introducing the new recruits." Suddenly you gasped. On screen, wearing Barcelona's blue kit, was your old.. friend.. Neymar Jr. "Oh my God!!" you exclaimed, alarming some customers. Quickly composing yourself, you breathed in and out slowly.

"Do you..?? Dios mio, you know the new guy!!!" Sergi was more shocked than you were, if that were possible. "(y/n ) you need to get me in, please please please!!! You say you're just a medic there, but if your guy ends up being really famous you could get me in, right??" Sergi pleaded. "Sergi, I don't talk to him anymore, and besides I don't plan on it okay? I'm sorry" you aplogized. His quivering lip and teary green eyes caused your heart to twist. "I might, listen to me Sergi, I might be able to get you into one training, but I'd have to do a lot of asking, and I might not get---" He hugged you excitedly. "Thanks so much!!!" You sighed, patting his brown curls.

Your internship was actually your favorite part of your day. Free of orders, you were able to practice nearly every day, earning praise from various professionals. Despite your initial concern at earning a permanent place as a medic, it was clear that you were very talented. As the youngest and most inexperienced, it was obvious that some other interns were not the happiest. Many were sent home after the time lapse they had worked hard for, and you had found a home.

In a short amount of time, you were part of the official medic team, earning free passes to all the games, and managed to sneak in your new hyper and eternally grateful best friend Sergi.

"It would be a pleasure to grant him a training, you know the players best after all," said the coach. Sergi was not only luck, his skills inside the pitch were impressive and his creative and ingenious ways of play earned him a spot on Team B right away.
You hadn't officially met all of the team members, it was much too early for that, but one day after practice, you had a run in with one of the best. ...