Algorithm

Chapter 4

Marco's POV:

My way of relaxing wasn't always in a field, practising my shots and tricks, but sat on my sofa, with good food, a good friend and a good video game. May seem a little unhealthy but hey, we're all allowed one of those days where we can eat unhealthy and be away from all that healthy dietary plans that the club had set us.

Thus, me and Auba shares the couch together, playing now FIFA on my television and eating the best home delivery pizza there is.

"What's on this pizza?" Auba grimaced as he looked at me, in disgust.

I glanced at him for a moment before down at the pizza slice he'd left half eaten. "Black olives, why?"

Like the theatric he was, he threw it back to the pizza box, disgusted. "Oh man, really, why?" Falling against the sofa.

"Because they're nice.." I drifted off with squinted eyes but Auba obviously didn't agree with the face her was pulling at me. "You don't like black olives do you?" Sighed, I paused the game of FIFA we were playing.

"Nah, they're rank." The Gabonese footballer moaned like a little kid.

I widened my eyes. "So why let me order this pizza?!" I shouted, picking all the black olives from it.

"I didn't know they were going to come with black olives on now did I?" He defended with a hand up sassily.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the menu, making sure it was on there with the order we'd made. "I read it out to you from the menu."

"Nah man you didn't." Auba was quick to deny me.

"I fucking did Auba." I raised my voice in challenge.

Auba shook his head profoundly. "Nah man, otherwise I would've said no straight away." Crossing his arms over his chest. "Who wants to a black ring of death?" Picking one up and throwing it back down for added effect.

"It says on on the menu, Auba." I mumbled and looked back down at the menu to see it clear as day in front of my eyes.

"I don't believe you." Auba said childishly.

I rolled my eyes and breathed out, shoving the menu in my friends face. "There; cured ham and black olives." Pointing to the one we'd ordered.

Auba stared at where I pointed for a second before pushing the menu away and slouching into my sofa a little more. "Okay maybe it did but you should know I hate black olives man." He admitted defeat but still managed to get a little jab in there.

"We're not fucking dating bro." I scoffed, annoyed at Auba a little for his childish behaviour.

"No for one I am married." Auba justified as he grabbed his controller again. "With a kid."

I did the same. "Yeah and I'm...single...but I'm not gay, bro." Defensively adding in.

"Nah..." He trailed off, this conversation/disagreement getting a little more out of hand the we both intended it to be.

"Anyway...I have some exciting news." I changed the subject to the very exciting news I had to share with him.

"Oh what, what? What are we doing together?" Auba jumped excitedly in his seat, smiling happily. "New celebration? No wait, new tattoo? Are we going on holiday? Maybe we can go to Dubai!" He started listing off what the exciting news was and it was all quite good idea.

I shook my head. "Nah bro, nothing like that." Quickly addressing what he said however. "Although we do need to work on a new celebration, and I am thinking about getting a new tattoo, and well the holiday is a good idea too. But none of them."