Madrid Life

"Seriously Amber, you don't need to see me to the arena. Just head to your hotel, get settled in," Gareth yipped at me.

"See, I'm your sister, I want to at least meet your team, and to make matters worse your making mr stay in a hotel. Like what in the bloody hell?!"

"I know you fancy Ángel de María, so why would I let you go?" he asked me, whilst nudging me with his elbow.

"I don't fancy him! I simply enjoy watching him play. Besides how in the world would you understand what any of them say, you don't speak both types of Portuguese. Hell you don't even speak one, never mind the fact you don't speak much Spanish, Italian or German. But who do you know that does?" I finished my statement with a question.

"You. I get-" Gareth started

"Me, thats right me! And you know that I speak more than those four, so if you have any hope even understanding any of them, including Ancelotti, who's English isn't that good, you need me!" I stated, desperately hoping that he would let me go.

"I get that but I don't want you going, di María will be there and I don't want you screwing this up for me. Please just stop asking. You can go to my house and sit outside, I don't even have the key yet. I love you but this is different, this is my job!" Gareth told me. I felt my heart shatter a bit but I didn't show that it did.

"Gareth, please. I will stay away from Ángel if that will help, I just want to help , I just want to make sure the first time you meet your team, whilst you are playing for them, goes smoothly," I tried on last time. I was desperately hoping he would let me go, as his sister I wanted to meet his team.

"If, and only if, you stay away Ángel, you can go. Mainly because I won't be able to understand the team, but also because your my sister and I love you," Gareth said as he pulled me and and embraced me in a overprotective brotherly hug.

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We entered the car park of the Santiago Bernabéu, and I was amazed. "Like what you see? Just think, you can come back here anytime to see me," Gar told my a little to full of himself.

"Oh Gar, what makes you think I want to see you play?" I teased him, I did really like to see him play though, he was quite talented.

"I'm hurt! And I thought you loved me!" he fake sobbed as we start our to the front of the Bernabéu. As we walked I took in the architecture of the building, it was just stunning. The design put into just the lettering and crest alone was breathtaking.

We approached the main entrance, it was a double door. We walked in and I took in my surroundings, there was the Santiago Bernabéu store, a reception desk like thing, and wax figures of the team. They had a figure of Gareth up already, I mean he wasn't actually part of the team yet.

I walked up to the front desk thingy "Hola y bienvenido, puedo ayudarte con cualquier cosa? (Hello and welcome, can I help you with anything?)" the woman asked me, just glancing at me. I observed her, I took in her features; she had a long nose, dark blonde hair almost brown, and she had very hipster-ish glasses.

"Hola a ti también. mi hermano y yo estamos de conocer al equipo, ¿puedes decirnos dónde podemos ir para encontrarlos?" ("Hello to you too. My brother and I are to meet the team, can you tell us where we can go to find them?") I reapplied. As I said this I took in more of her features, she had one blue eye and one green eye, she was not to short but shorter than me, she also had this small mole on the left side of her face near her hair line.

"Debe tener un tiempo para conocer al equipo. ¿Tiene usted una?" ("You must have a time to meet with the team. Do you have one?") she asked. The whole conversation she didn't look up, rude!