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11. Your Football Crush That He's Jealous Of

Neymar: Virgil van Dijk.

"How can you have a crush on VVD when I'm your boyfriend?!" He exclaimed.

You started laughing.

"Neymar, I can't believe you're this upset. Also, Virgil has a beautiful face."

"Oh, and mine isn't as beautiful?" Neymar asked.

"Oh Ney, stop being so jealous," You said, rolling your eyes.

You giggled to yourself as Neymar goes in on a rant about he's ten times better than Virgil.

Eden: Philippe Coutinho.

"Are you aware that he plays for Barcelona?"

"Yes," You replied, flipping through a magazine.

"I hope you know that I play for Madrid, so that makes him my rival," Eden stated.

"Eden, we both know the state of Barcelona," You began.

"They always win La Liga and the Copa del Rey, but they can never show up in the Champions League."

You and Eden both started laughing.

Cristiano: Lionel Messi.

"Out of all players," Cristiano said.

"What? He's adorable." You stated.

"What's so adorable about him? I can be adorable!"

"You need to get over yourself," You said.

"You're acting as if he's dying to be with me."

"What if he is?" The Portuguese argued.

"Okay, why would he want to be with me, when has a wife and two kids?" You asked.

Cristiano fell silent as you laughed.

Robert: Claudio Marchisio.

"Claudio Marchisio? Really?"

"He's handsome." You replied.

"Hey, I'm handsome." He said.

"You are," You said. "but there's just something that he has that you don't."

"And that is?" Robert asked, looking at you.

"Hm...." You said, trying not to laugh.

"Exactly! Nothing. He has nothing," Robert said, smiling.

"Okay, you're right," You admitted. "I only said Claudio Marchisio was my football crush in an attempt to make you jealous."

"Okay, good," The Polish forward said. "Wait, do you have a football crush, then?"

You nodded your head.

"His name is Robert Lewandowski."You smiled and kissed Robert on the lips.

Lionel: Fernando Torres.

"Wow, Fernando Torres? I hope you know he had a bad stint at Chelsea."

"Okay, but didn't he knock Barcelona out the Champions League with his iconic solo goal?" You asked.

"Why would you even go there?" Lionel asked, sitting next to you on the couch.

"Because I know you're jealous, and it's funny that you are."

"I am not jealous. I am far better than Fernando Torres."

"Okay, then let's end the conversation." You said.

"Fine by me," Lionel replied.

Five minutes went by.

"You know, Fernando is—"

"Oh my god." You groaned.

Paulo: Dele Alli.

"Dele Alli? The guy who plays for Tottenham?" Paulo asked.

You nodded your head.

"Ugh, he's such a dirty player. Why do you like players who play dirty?"

"You're one to talk, Paulo," You said.

"Last week you got a yellow card in your friendly with Argentina,"

"Yes but those happen once in a while."

"That's your third one. Two more and you'll get suspended for one game."

"You know how referees are! They hate Argentina." Paulo argued.

You started laughing.

"Paulo, stop being jealous. You're my boyfriend. Dele is some random crush. He's nothing compared to you." You said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You're right." He said and kissed you.