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June 19, 1995

"Calm down, Fernando, it's just a tryout," she sat beside him on the benches.

It had taken her some convincing, but she managed to get her 11 year-old self inside the Vicente Calderon despite all of the guards. It was an important step in her best friend's life, after all.

He gulped nervously, "It's not just any tryout, Catalina. It's Atleti, the club we used to bet goals on when we were little."

"You'll do spectacularly, I'm sure of it," she kissed his cheek innocently, for they were still pure little youngsters.

He smiled softly as his dark eyes sparkled, "Gracias for always being there for me."

She chuckled, "That's what friends are for. Now, pinky promise you'll do your best?"

He looked down to see her holding up her little finger, and rolled his eyes jokingly, smiling fondly nonetheless, "What are we, five?" he teased.

"You know you want to," she smirked at him, watching as he gave up, chuckling as he hooked their pinky fingers.

"Why are your hands so small?" he raised his eyebrows in confusion.

She huffed, "Maybe your hands are the ones that are too big."

"True, true."

He paused afterwards, moving up to start stretching his muscles, the wind blowing through his golden hair, causing him to huff in annoyance as it blocked his vision of the other players trying out.

"Why don't you cut it? I know you want to," Catalina asked, simply out of curiosity.

"But you don't," he replied, smiling back at her sweetly.

She was again reminded of why they were best friends, for every two minutes he made it his mission to be compassionate.

Fiddling with the bottom of her Manolo away jersey, she knew she had to make it clear, "Fernando, I'm not forcing you into keeping it that way," she shook her head, "If it's bothering you, just cut it. We're not babies anymore."

"I may be only eleven, but I am pretty aware of the fact that I can't have my best friend dissatisfied," he patted her shoulder, "I can keep it long forever, unless you tell me to cut it."

She grinned up at him, "Fernando, you're amazing."

"So you tell me everyday. Still, never more than you."
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