I don't know how or when it happened, but it just did. I mean, I've always noticed how attractive Marco is, but I've only ever thought of him as an older brother.
Marco and I's moms have been best friends since their first year in university, and they've been inseparable ever since. They both married the men they fell in love with, and chose to live in the houses next to each other.
So basically, Marco and I have grown up together. We would always tell each other everything, despite the 3-year-gap between us. We've always had a very strong connection.
Marco has always been very protective of me. He was always worried about my reputation, and he would always scold me if I was wearing something that, in his eyes, was inappropriate. And he would never let me talk to a boy by myself.
Now, 13 years later, Marco plays for Real Madrid and Spain's National Team, he's still protective as ever, I've fallen in love with him, and he has a girlfriend.
Yeah, that's right. All I can do is dream from afar.
I've become good friends with most of the Real Madrid boys, since I always go to Marco's trainings and matches. I've become a very well-known face to them, that Zidane allows me to sit with them on the benches in most of their matches.
I was so unbelievably proud of Marco for what he's been able to achieve at such a young age. It has always been his dream, and I guess the extra hours of practice and all his hard work paid off.
He was Real Madrid's wonder boy, after all.
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I was currently getting ready for a night out with the guys, and their girls. Marco was going to pick me up in about 20 minutes and then we'll go and pick up Marina, his girlfriend, from her house.
I lived alone in a medium-sized two-bedrooms flat. At first, Marco was totally against the idea of me moving in by myself, and he had insisted that I live with him instead. But I declined his offer, telling him that I wanted to be independent and to do things for myself on my own.
I finished getting ready, and smiled at my reflection as I deemed myself as looking presentable, before taking out my phone and snapping a picture of my outfit.
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I looked up as soon as the door opened, knowing it was Marco, as I had given him an extra key.
"Babe, you ready?" He asked as he appeared in front of me, giving me a hug. "Yeah, let's go!"
"You look beautiful," Marco pecked my forehead as he pulled away from our hug, "although this top is a little bit revealing," he raised his eyebrows with a frown. "Marco," I whined pulling my famous puppy dog face.
Marco rolled his eyes before sighing, "just this time Amelia!" He pointed his finger towards me in a warning tone, "you know how I feel about you wearing such clothes."
