[sieben]
It was nothing like the fanfiction she had read before. Surprisingly, even though Primrose was completely and utterly obsessed with football tumblr blogs, and Elise was probably even more obsessed with tumblr, it was Claire who introduced her to fanfiction. Primrose still refused to believe that Elise had no prior knowledge about it, as out of the two, Elise was the more extroverted person. It took a lot to be considered introverted compared to Elise, out of all people.
The sky was clear, there wasn't much activity going on, and Primrose didn't know how this was making her feel. At this point, she was that a dark sky and a gloomy atmosphere would have been better for a billion different reasons. It wasn't everyday that you went and met Bastian Schweinsteiger.
"My daughter requested your presence," Mrs.Bennett stated as she approached Elise. Primrose had been complaining that whatever group Mrs.Bennett had joined had caused for her to speak formally. Elise knew that she must expect something like that. While she followed Mrs.Bennett, she could hear the older woman mutter under her breath. The speech and accent she adopted would've fit perfectly with colonial America, Elise decided.
The scene awaiting Elise was something she never thought she'd see. Ever since the beginning of their friendship, Elise had known that Primrose was something of a neat freak. This wasn't to say that Elise was a complete slob, as Elise also spent unnecessary amounts of time focusing on the most unimportant details.
Her room was a different story, though. Elise had seen plenty of messy bedrooms, most of which were pictures of her own chaotic one. But this one was different, because it was Primrose. Responsible and organized Primrose Bennett who had always been the composed best friend in her time of need.
In the middle of the whole mess was Primrose, who was listening to music while pacing around the room to get rid of her nervous state.
"Let's get you ready," Elise said while picking up some stray shirts. Primrose just nodded.
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"Elise, are you sure you can't just... I don't know, whisk me back to sweet America ?" Primrose pleaded. It wasn't that she didn't want to meet Bastian. It was that she was going to arrive at the coffee shop where the
foundation had set the meeting at in less than ten minutes. Seven minutes at most was not nearly enough to digest the fact that it was finally happening, that she would meet the Bastian Schweinsteiger.
When there was a slight traffic jam she was okay. It was helping her nerves. She had calmed down, and was now trying to figure out how not to come off as an overly obsessed football fan who had gotten into Die Mannschaft because of him.
Her phone buzzed with a message. It was the number the foundation had provided in case there were any questions from Primrose or to notify of any changes. Primrose almost didn't want to open up the text, she was afraid that the text might contain another rescheduled date, which would've been at least the fifteenth change in the past two weeks or so. Or worse yet, that Bastian had cancelled completely.
Still, she typed in her phone password and tapped on the messaging icon, where a bold number one was displayed.
Message from: Foundation.
I hope you know that your footballer pal is also very nervous. - G.
Primrose let out a breath she had been holding. She knew which administrator had sent the message, it was Genevieve, a young Colombian Korean intern around her and Elise' s age. Genevieve had been her more American nickname, as she hinted that her name was similar in pronunciation to broccoli. She's yanked from from her thoughts about Genevieve's Korean side by Elise, who shoves her out of the car.
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Earlier.
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"Bastian, calm down." Thomas muttered while Bastian paced again through the locker room. He still had a few hours until the meeting, the rest of Bayern Munchen team had gotten enough embarrassing pictures for future blackmail.
"Just watch Primrose be a 69 year old woman."
"Ha, sixty nine."
"All of you shut up. We have to be on Bastian's side in these hard times," Thomas said. Before Bastian could express any gratitude, Thomas spoke again.
"The more memes, the better. Bastian, could we have some direct quotes?"
"I hate this team."
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Bastian had ended up getting advice from Mats and Erik, of all people. After seeing that the rest of the Bayern Munchen team was not going to help, he had sent a couple of texts to other team mates who might be more helpful.
Philipp and Per had also sent him advice,but he'd ignored it. It wasn't like they needed to know that particular detail. Maybe he'd confess that when Philipp or Per were on their deathbed,maybe even on his own, whichever came first.
Right now, he was focusing on trying not to make a fool of himself. He had gotten to the coffee shop, ordered his drink, and settled in the booth closest to the back. Sipping on his nearly boiling coffee, he scanned the area for a girl with a neon red beanie hat. That had been the signal they'd agreed on, after his paranoia of greeting the wrong person had risen. The foundation worker assigned to the case had informed him, via a note written by Primrose Bennett herself, that she owned quite a few neon beanie hats.
The bell on the door chimed, and he didn't give it much thought. Then he saw the girl who had entered, she had claimed a seat in the farthest corner from the door. Most importantly, the girl was wearing the neon,almost fluorescent beanie hat which he had been sent a picture of in preparation. He nearly tripped as he made his way to her, calming himself as he walked. When he arrived he sat in front of her, noticing the very apparent surprise on her face.
"Hello, my name is Bastian Schweinsteiger, nice to meet you."
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Hey guess who's back.
- brandy.
( @ clary where are youuuuuu)
