Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

31. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

31. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

Embarrassment washed over me as I stared at him. The heat rose up to my face, and I tried to hide it from him. What was he even doing here?

"Adeline." He looked just as shocked to see me here. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same to you... Gerrard." My eyebrow arched up in curiosity.

"Just returning a game is all." Gerrard lifted up his hand to show me a FIFA game for the xbox. For the first time in days, I cracked a smile. A football player, playing a video game about themselves? That was both funny yet cute.

"Wow." I shook my head, the smile not wiping off my face. "Just...wow."

"What?" He chuckled at me. "Nothing's wrong with it! It's actually a fun game."

"Oh I bet."

"C'mon, grab a remote and I'll teach you how to play." He offered as he walked into the living room with menfollowing closely behind. "Just a few games?" He asked, popping in the game to Ricardo's  game system. I needed some form of fun to lift up my spirits right?

"Alright, just let me take a quick shower 'kay?" I gave in. He nodded with a smile, before letting me off.

Shredding off my clothes, and jumping into the shower I cleansed myself as quick as I could. After getting out, I changed into a pair of new sweats, and a tight fit white tee. Going downstairs again, I see Gerrard's back facing me on the arm chair, playing. The game actually looked pretty cool.

I flicked his head to grab his attention.

"Ow." Gerrard paused it as he rubbed the back of his head. He playfully glared at me as he looked up. "No need for that!" I stuck my tongue out in reply. "C'mere." He moved to the floor so I could sit on the chair. Tucking my legs under my feet, I held the remote he handed to me.

We spent a few minutes on teaching me which buttons I had to press, and some tricks I could do. Once that was all done, he set up a game ready for me. The teams he picked to verse each other? Barcelona and Real Madrid. Of course.

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"Damn you Ronaldo!" I cried out as he made the goal, the goal I was supposed to block. Gerrard was laughing as he watched me play. I'm thinking it was the commatary I gave myself. Apparently they were better than the actual commentators. "Damn you to bits!" I had been playing for about an hour, Gerrard didn't seem to mind that I wasn't sharing.

Frustrated, I ended the game, and shut off the game system. That was like my tenth game, and I still hadn't won. Stupid Ronaldo kept getting all the goals in the game. Damn him. Damn the game! Damn the little people running around in the tv.

"I quit being a Real Madrid fan!" I had already said that many times whilst I was playing. They just kept beating me! "I'm all for Barcelona! One hundred fucking percent." The teams i had chosen to verse each other were F.C. Barcelona and Real Madrid. I was Barcelona. Gerrard gave me a hearty laugh, as he stood up.

"That's great." He smiled down at me. Giving him a cheesy grin, I got up myself. "Let's go out?"

I looked at him weirdly. That did not come out right coming from him. He quickly realized how he said it and took it back.

"I mean let's hang out as friends." He rephrased with a small blush on his face. Was it the guyish charm that got me to agree, or the fact I wanted to go out for some shopping? A little bit of both.

Feeling good for the first time this week, I changed into something more appealing than sweats. I wore a Ted Baker women's beago cream colored bouquet heart shirt, with drape neck leather beige jacket, and plain skinny jeans with lace up boots. My make up was it's usual, black mascara and eyeliner. Upon finishing, I grabbed my Lois Vuitton purse, and headed downstairs.

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"So please tell me how a guy from Real Madrid," I started as Gerrard and I walked down the sidewalk. "and one from Barcelona, two teams that have a huge rivalry, are borrowing each other's games?"

"Well," He took a sip from my smoothies he bought for me. Hey, Gerrard got it, he had every right to drink from it. I hope it didn't seem like we were dating, or I was cheating. Gerrard knew I was still with Cristiano so he kept a good distance away, by that I mean like a foot or two. Occasionally we would have to get close, with objects around the sidewalk, and maybe we would press up against each other, but doesn't mean shit. ", you see, you make an exception when you want to play a game he has."'

"Oh come on." I rolled my eyes at his lame excuse, pushing him away, he laughed. "Tell me! What are you related? Ex best friends. It's that isn't it?" I smiled realizing what it was on my own.

"Uh, no." He shook his head as he smiled. "But we got to talking after our last match, and he seemed pretty cool."

"Oh what about? I don't mean to pester, I'm just curious."

"Just...guy stuff." He shrugged his shoulders, obviously hiding what he really talked about with Kaká.

"Really now?" I looked at him suspiciously, knowing he was lying. "Do tell me what broke the ice."

"...You. I had asked him about you." He confessed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Gerrard..."

"Listen, I know. You're with Cristiano," Something mad eke involuntarily cringe at the sound of his name. Gerrard took a notice to that. "I know that you're dating, and I'll admit, I kind of like you. But I'll back off. I'll settle with friends, it's cool."

"Awe! You sweetheart." I gushed as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a big hug.

"Nah." He hugged me around my waist. We stayed like that for a good minute before he let go. "Though, I'm still mad at him for tackling me in the game."

"You hit on me the first day you met me."

"Who could blame me!" He joked making me laugh for what seemed like the first time this week. This guy really was my medicine for heartbreak. He laughed along with me, as we continued walking.

In my hands were about two bags from some stores, Gerrard was holding the other three in his hands. It was nice of him to do that, I don't think I should be carrying much heavy things nowadays. Offering him another sip of the drink, he took it.

"Adeline." A voice in front of us said. Breaking the eye contact with Gerrard, I turned to see who was calling me.

Crap.

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I think we all know who that is! Or is it just me? Anyway, yeah, thanks for reading guys! Have a nice day, rate? It's only a click awaaay!

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