||| DISCONTINUED ||| Soccer Sisters {Neymar Jr/ Chicharito}

Part One- 1: Manchester United vs FC Barcelona

June's POV

I'm standing in my closet rummaging around for my Barcelona jersey. Today, it's a home game for Manchester United and they're playing FCB.

I honestly don't even want to go to this game. Seeing my team play without my late father is going to suck; he said he would take me to see them one day. Daddy taught me everything I know about soccer, and he taught me that our team is FC Barcelona though he played against them.

I finally find the Neymar Santos jersey he got me for my 15th birthday before he passed away next to the Barca jersey and slip into it. I grab my red shorts and lay them out while I look for my red high tops. I smirk knowing Javier will literally flip his lid wen he sees me in the challenging team's jersey. My phone starts ringing and I look at the caller I.D. and see Jmy step-brother's, Javier, name pop up.

"What?" I ask, jumping into my tight shorts.

"Hello. I'm good thanks for asking. Are you on your way to the stadium?" Javier demands sarcastically.

"Yeah I'm almost ready. I'll pop by the locker rooms when I get there," I say tugging on my high tops.

"Sounds good. Do you have the pass?"

"It's in my purse," I reply grabbing my car keys off my dresser.

"Good."

"I can park next to you in the back lot right? Is there still a reserved sign?" I question slipping my leather jacket on. I zip it up and sling my purse on my shoulder.

"Yeah. There's still a spot next to my car. There's a reserved sign with your name on it," he explains.

"Awesome. I'm on my way now, so I'll be there in about 10 minutes," I say, closing my car door.

"See you then. Te amo," Javier says.

"Te amo," I smile, hanging up and turning on my car.

I hop on the freeway and drive a little faster than I I probably should be, but whatever. I make it to the back lot and pull out my pass. I show it to security.

"Thank you very much, Miss. Hernández and enjoy the game."

"Thank you," I smile and drive to my reserved spot next to Javier's black Audi. I park and grab my bag.

I toss my pass around my neck and pull my driver's license out of my wallet. I walk towards where I know the team will be. I'm, of course, stopped by security.

"Who are you?" A guard asks rudely.

"June Hernández. Here's my pass and my ID," I say.

"How come the last names don't match?" He asks suspiciously.

"My last name got changed legally a week and a half ago. I'm waiting on my new license to come in. It'll be here next week," I explain.

"Call your "brother" and put him on speaker," he demands, air quoting 'brother'. I roll my eyes and dial his number. It rings and he answers.

"Hey are you here yet?" He answers.

"Yeah I'm here. Chicha, can you come get me? Security won't let me in," I tell him.

"My God, June!" He exclaims, "I thought you said you had your pass!"

"I do. The last names don't match!" I retort.

"I can't come. I'll send someone. Robin! Can you go grab my sister?" I hear him ask.

"Yeah. Where is she?"

"Back lot. She's having issues with security."

"Hah," I hear Robin. "Yeah I can get her."

"Thanks, Robin. Someone's coming to get you."