flashes ✦ julian draxler

trois : firsts

[disclaimer : stupid me as i have literally only realised that serge is to be at the africa cup of nations! in this chapter, it is the 7th of january so pretend it has gone this way : the ivory coast's first match is on the 16th, but irl, they're to have a 10 day training camp in abu dhabi first, starting on the second. let's all pretend that serge was not let off by psg until after the match, so he will travel to abu dhabi on the 10th (because i wrote him into the next chapter too and i seriously cba to write him out) and that their training camp will end on the 13th instead of the 12th. also, they had a friendly on the 4th in tunisia, but let's all also pretend that never happened! y'all w me? haha i'm sorry!]

| parc des princes, paris

STELLA SHOWED HER PASS to the guard, who scanned it with his machine and then pointed the way to the exclusive suite for the friends and families of the players. She had come a little late, no thanks to the traffic, and kick-off was in 7 minutes, so there was no use in going to the pre-match hall.

Thankfully, some of the WAGs she was familiar with were already there, including Kevin's girlfriend. Izabel was a very successful model and icon in the fashion world, and had walked for Von Greaves even before Stella was anywhere close to going to college. Izabel was like Stella's fun older sister, but also a good friend.

"It's so wonderful to see you," Izabel gushed, "I haven't seen you since like November! Where have you been, girl?"

Stella chuckled, "Oh, I spent the first part of December with my Dad and his family in Monaco, and then I stayed in Milan until a few days before Christmas. After that, I jetted off to New York and i've only been back since the first."

"Oh you've been everywhere! Met anyone?" Izabel wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh of course," Stella gloated playfully, "Monaco, Milan and New York. A few in each."

"Naughty Stel. I hope you're kidding," Izabel gasped, cackling after and slinging an arm around the slightly shorter girl, "You know, this year, you must find a man to settle down with."

"Settle down?" Stella scoffed, "I'm 23, Iz. That can wait for like at least another three years."

Izabel shrugged, "Look at Marcos and Carol. 22 and already married."

"The thing is with footballers, most of them either settle down with kids very young or quite late- only a few in-betweens," Stella commented.

Izabel raised her eyebrows, "You want to date a footballer? Damn, Stel. You might as well just ply with Serge."

Stella gagged purposely, "Serge is like my brother! And no, I did not say I want to date a footballer; just saying that's what footballers often do!"

The Brazilian shook her head in an unconvinced fashion, "You definitely want a footballer. You want someone with a bit of skill, not just a pretty face. If not from PSG, then maybe Kev can set you up with some of his old teammates or someone from his national team. Oh! The newbie blonde one- Yannick Gerhardt? He's single and he's cute! Leon Goretzka? Max Meyer? Emre Can? Oh you can't tell me that Emre Can isn't hot? What about Loris Karius? They're all single aren't they?"

Stella's eyes widened as Izabel went on about all these German players, "Izabel! They're all younger than me! Sounds like you'll gleefully take them, anyway."

"So?" Izabel scoffed, "I'm 6 years older than Kevin! Consider them all; Kevin can surely hook you up and if I didn't have Kevin, who I love very much, then totally. I'm honest, you know?"

Stella shook her head and rolled her eyes playfully, "You're crazy, Iz."

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Half time and the score was 2-0. Having beat Bastia on the opening day of the league, the PSG players had been confident that they could do it again.