The Superstar Contingency (2018 FIFA World Cup Future Fanfiction)

Chapter 25- Contemplation

"What do you mean it's going to take 2 to 3 weeks for a replacement phone!??" I shrieked.

"Sorry, that's just how long the process can take. We sent the broken phone to the main branch to be fixed, but a lot of people send in their phones too, so it all depends when they can get to yours, fix it, and send it back." The guy explained over the phone.

"Alright fine...since I'm linked to Cristiano Ronaldo's account, please keep him informed about all of this." I asked the guy.

"Sure no problem. Oo! Can I get an Autogra---" *click* I ended the call before I he could finished the word "Autograph". Sorry but that's not my call, it's up to Cristiano.

"So 2 to 3 weeks?" Fabio asked.

"Afraid so..." I said.

"Aww that sucks...thanks for catching me up about what happened this week." He thanked me.

"No problem." I said, juggling a ball with my feet and passing it back to him.

It's the morning, and at the moment I'm with Fabio. We're at a practice field practicing a bit and what not, having a chill day. Neymar is still asleep. But it feels like it's been awhile since I've talked to Fabio right? Anyway Fabio stayed the night at Cristiano's place, helping him out if he needed anything while I was out. Cristiano however, is out with Jeanne. As usual...not sure why I couldn't go...

One thing that's kind of weird, is the fact that Fabio is out here training, by himself...I just decided to tag along since it's been a full week that we haven't really talked. Is he Quirky? Yes. But as I said before, Fabio is a cool guy, one that you can defiantly call a friend...even though he can be a klutz with the ball at moments...regardless of which, I'm proud of him and the Portugal team as a whole for making it this far in the cup.

I checked Fabio's phone for the time.

Its 10:24 AM...Spain leaves sometime in the afternoon...

"I'm gonna sit for a bit..." I tossed Fabio's phone back to him and went to go sit down on the bleachers.

"Woahh...where did the energy go?" He questioned.

"I'm just...not in the mood..."I told him.

"Is there still a lot going on for you?" He sat down and asked me.

"...Yea. The girl I liked ran...and now, because my phone's gone, contacting her is going to be hard..." I started explaining.

"Is that all?" he questioned.

"And then there's the Spain team..." I slowly stopped myself.

"Ohhh, that's right. The whole team leaves today don't they?" He asked again.

"Yea...In less than 2 hours they'll be gone..." I said looking at the ground.

"I just wish I could have spent more time with them..." My depression started kicking in.

"Then why don't you go see them off?" he suggested.

"I can't..." I looked away.

But he's right, maybe I should...I can't...

"Enough about me and my problems! What about you? How about you tell me why Fabio Coentrao is outside right now practicing by himself?" I lashed out at him.

Fabio looked down at the ground and frowned.

After seeing this, I grabbed my face. Why did I do that?

"Fabio I'm sorry..." I apologized.

"It's fine, don't worry about. Everyone is feeling some kind of pressure now that the Semi-finals are here." He said.