Take Me Away (Neymar ; Marc Bartra)

Chapter 1

Hi guys!

This is the first story that I'll be posting on Wattpad. It's something I randomly came up with while I was in class and just a disclaimer, I don't really know that much about football nor am I a hardcore football fan, it's just sort of a fan fic or story of my favorite players from my favorite team. This may not be your cup of tea but I hope you still enjoy it :) Feel free to leave some comments/feedback below, I'd really appreciate it!

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“That'll be $15.80, miss. Enjoy your meal!” said the cashier in a very cheerful tone as he placed a tray of what I've just ordered on the counter.

“Thank you, Eduard. You know, you can call me by my name right?” I responded with a smile while I took out some cash from my back pocket and placed it in his hands.

“It's common courtesy, miss.” He laughed and made his way back to his workstation. Picking up the tray, I turned around to face a familiar sight of windows that went all the way up to the ceiling. The stone flooring had little marbles filling up its cracks, it glistered and sparkled as the sunlight came shining through.

I'm Avanna Rivera, and I'm living the life of a typical nineteen year old girl, or at least that's what I presume it to be.

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“That didn't take you very long.”

“Well of course, I'm a regular here and Eduard probably got our orders ready the very minute we stepped in.” I replied jokingly. “An espresso con panna, with extra whipped cream. Just like how you like it.” I lifted up the cup from the tray and handed it to the young man that was seated right in front of me.

Eyes that resembled a pale and smoky quartz, dark hair styled in a faux hawk and a genetically gifted chiseled jaw. Having both our parents being acquaintances, Marc and I grew up together and he has been my best friend since the longest time I could possibly remember, before he was even recognized as THE Marc Bartra from FC Barcelona.

“Ah, Anna. You know me too well.” He took a sip from my paper cup with the tag of a tea bag dangling out from it and placed it in front of me. “Chamomile for you, kiddo. I guess I'm not a tea person.” He said as he made a facial expression as if he just tasted something disgusting.

“And I for one, do not enjoy coffee. Maybe you should cut down and stop using it as an excuse for your hyper-activeness.” I gave off a slight chuckle.

Sometimes, I could describe Marc as a kid being trapped in the body of a twenty-two year old grown man. He does and says the funniest, yet stupidest things, exactly like a kid that's having a sugar rush but at the same time, I've seen many difference sides and personalities of this guy.

“At least if helps in giving me extra energy before my training.” Marc said as he took off the whipped cream on his Espresso with a spoon and stuffed it in his mouth. “Speaking of trainings, why not you come over later today to watch?”

“Marc, you know that football isn't really my thing. What would I do, sit at the stands and watch your teammates happily kick your arse?”

“Kick my arse? Coming from this kid who doesn't know a single thing about football!” He let off a sarcastic laugh. “Come on, It'll be fun. The boys haven't seen you in such a long time and I'm sure they'll be glad if you paid them a visit.”

“Boys? You mean, men.” I corrected him. Marc was one of the youngest on his team, so calling the rest 'boys' wouldn't exactly be suitable.

“Alright, males. Now, what do you say? You are on spring break now, aren't you? You shouldn't even be staying home alone all day.” He continued asking, as if he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

“Under one condition?” I gave a short pause.

“That you don't actually have to watch us train? Yes I know that, kiddo.” He answered my question for me and gave me a bright smile as I nodded my head agreeing to follow him.

I'm lucky in a sense that Marc understands how I honestly have no interest in football, after how he's always been persuading me to get involved since many years back. Accompanying Marc for his trainings used to be kind of a daily routine for me but I've never really understood what goes on on the field, so I'd be there minding my own business instead.

The bitter, yet invitingly warm smell of coffee filled the atmosphere around us, maybe today might be a good day after all? I got up from my seat with my unfinished cup of tea in my left hand, and followed Marc outside where a group of overly excited fan girls were already anticipating for our appearance. I guess I was wrong about it being a day of sunshine, I've never liked all this attention. How does Marc even deal with it?