World Cup Romance

Game Plan

Mario texted me early in the morning asking if he could come to the hotel and talk to me privately. I approved his request and had to find a way to get Nicole out of the hotel for a few hours.

"Any plans for today?" I sat down with her at her bed.

"No," she rubbed her eyes and pulled her sweatshirt off.

"You should do some shopping. I need a pair of jeans for the Brazil and Germany match coming up," I pointed out to her.

"Sure. Let me wake up," she used my arms to get off of her bed and went to the bathroom. I texted Mario back:

come over around 11 bro. she'll be gone.

I had no idea what he wanted to talk to me about. My first assumption was football, but he had plenty of teammates to talk to them about that. The next obvious thing was Nicole. He seemed head over heals for my sister. I had no way of knowing until he got here, though.

This should be very interesting.

Nicole's POV **

I went to some local clothing shops in downtown Rio. Everything was very big and friendly down here. To my surprise, many of the store owners knew English. Even if it was broken and hard to understand.

Marco loved skinny-fitting- jeans, so I got him a pair. Hopefully he didn't need anything else, because by the end of the day my arms were full. I had three bags on either hand.

I stopped by many cute shops and got two dresses, a pair of bondage boots, a swimsuit, a black jumpsuit, and lunch for Marco and I.

Marco's POV **

Mario had left just minutes before Nicole came in the room. She had lots of bags and in one appeared to be food.

"Hey," she threw her bags down on her bed.

"Hey," I went to her bags and found the one that had our food.

"So what did you do when I was gone?" she asked.

"Got a massage," I quickly lied. It was a believable one, though. If anyone knew me, they knew massages were my fetish.

I didn't want to tell her what Mario and I had planned.

We came up with a plan to surprise Nicole. It couldn't be carried out until the World Cup finals, though. So if Germany lost against Brazil, Mario would have to say goodbye to Nicole.

After the finals, if Germany won, Mario would bring Nicole out to the field and ask to be her boyfriend. If Germany lost, he would take her out that night and privately ask her. We had to depend on the W against Brazil, first though.

"Let's eat," Nicole grabbed the bag and pulled everything out. She had a salad and an Ice Water. She got me a sub with turkey, provolone, and mayo on it.

"Thank you sis," I picked her up and swung her to my bed. She set her food down and started eating. I joined her and started asking a few questions.

"Would you ever want to take your and Mario's thing to the next level?" I started.

"Yeah, once I know him a bit better," she picked at her salad.

"What would that require? To, you know, bring it to the next level?" I questioned her.

"a few more dates without him leaving me. So trust, essentially," she told me. "Why are you so curious?"

"I'm excited for you!" I threw my hands in the air. A blob of mayo fell out and landed on Nicole's leg.

"EW!" she yelled. "Get it off, Marco!"

I wiped it off and almost rolled over laughing. She was so dramatic.

"Anyway," I chuckled. "Did you get my jeans?"

"Yes," she got up and reached into a bag. She pulled a pair of skinny jeans out and held them out to me.

I took them and felt them. "Thanks, Nik."

"Do you like them?"

"Yes," I set them aside and finished my lunch.

"Oh, I'm so nervous for the game!" Nicole had her jersey out.

 "You should be."