A First for Everything (Cristiano Ronaldo)

First Training

Cristiano's POV

The kitchen smelled like burned toast and roasted coffee. Lets just say my skills don't run in the kitchen, more on the pitch.

In my hands was "Sports Spread" the cover was to no surprise Kendall and I. It was a picture of her smiling and me laughing. It was from when we were at pink-berry. She looked really beautiful and happy. I just wonder if she fakes a smile for the cameras and not because I legit make her laugh.

Kendall's different then anyone else. I catch myself thinking about her through out the day or imagining scenarios that could never really happen. I just wish it didn't all have to be fake. In fact, Sometimes I forget it is.

Im not in love and it could just be me being weird but I dont know. Shes just--- special.

The door bell rang and I sprang up from my seat. Kendall.

I opened the door and there she stood. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she had on sweat pants and a sweat shirt. She didn't look like she usually did. She looked causal and comfy and I actually liked it better. Thats not to say I don't like her in her tight pencil skirts or high heels but I find that more guys check her out then so I just like it better when shes like this. She still looked gorgeous to me though.

WHAT AM I SAYING.
STOP.

YOU DONT ACTUALLY LIKE HER.
YOU CANT.

"I brought food." she said.

"What?" I asked. Not quite hearing her the first time.

"I brought food." she repeated smiling. Then she held up a brown bag.

"You cook?" I asked.

"Don't act so surprised." she smiled.

"Oh uh sorry." I said while scratching the back of my neck.

" I went to Pan-era and got this, but I can cook." she replied.

"You'll have to show me some time." I winked.

Kendalls POV

"You'll have to show me some time." and then he winked.

Thats flirting right? What ever it was I felt butterflies fly in my stomach, but I tried to push the feeling away.

I just smiled and I could feel my face grow warm.

We entered the kitchen and I emptied the brown bag.

" 3 egg sandwiches, 3 hash browns, and some bacon.... Did I mention I wasn't sharing?" I joked.

Cris laughed then reached for a sandwich and took a big bite.

"This is good." He said with his mouth full.

I smiled.

"Is Junior up?" I asked.

"No he sleeped at Katia's house."

"Oh."

"I have training do you want to come and meet the team?" he asked.

"Yeah sounds fun. Do they like know?" I asked curiously.

Cris frowned, "Know that its fake?"

"Yeah." I said.

"No but If you want we can tell them." There was a long pause. "I should go change." He turned away and sprinted up the stairs.

I sat there spinning in the stool until he came back down. He had a RM shirt on along with some long training pants. It made sense because it was starting to get cold here in Madrid. He grabbed his keys and his jacket and I joined him as me walked to the car. It was a pretty windy day and I shivered due to the fact that It was chilly. Madrid weather can be very confusing. Warm one minute and cold the next.