red devils • a jesse lingard fanfiction?

forehead kisses.

red devils - chapter eleven

We left the stadium after wishing Paul, Antoine and basically the whole French Nationalteam good luck. Antoine introduced me to some of his mates, including Olivier and a Youngster called Kylian, both seemed very kind and I was excited to get to know them more.

We drove to the inner-city of Moscow to the hall we rented. After taking our seats I glanced around, watching all the different people interact. The alomst 60 people were assembled on two very long tables.

Lin and I organised the seating order and stuff, keeping the different groups of friends together but mix it up with some people from the staff: So it was destined for getting to know each other.

Once again my urge to get to know foreign people and find out more about their cultures had started and while we had dinner I went from person to person talking about their origin and what language they spoke or wanted to speak. It was interesting really and I made some new friends on the staff.

During our fancy dinner Marcus stayed in the know how France played, often whispering things like "Pogboom"and then high-fiving Jesse.

Almost immediately the topic we all talked about was the World Cup, basically everyone had their own individual "It's coming home"-joke and I just realised that now it was my time to shine:
I could finally get on everyones nerves by singing "It's coming home" on different languages.

It was a pleasure to piss of everyone including Jesse.

Seconds after I taught Marcus the lyrics in swedish he joined me in singing and I swear if the dinner hadn't ended soon enough the team and the staff would've killed us.

We got our permission for leaving from Gareth and then left to the club. Our plan was it to just party and not drink anything.

As we sat in the limo I texted Linnea.

"Dont wait for me tonight, Jesse wants to leave earlier and have some alone time"

I quickly typed into my phone.

"Enjoy your time with Marcus"

I added and put a cheeky Smiley at the end of that message.

"OH MY GOD BRO AMAZING ILL TELL MARCUS"
Lin texted back almost immediately.

I laughed, looking at her since we sat in the same limo together. She grinned kinda happy but not in the "Your my best friend"-way but more in a "I HAVE A DATE BITCH"- way. It confused me but I joined her grinning. While doing so we left Jesse and Marcus looking at us rather clueless about what was going on.

We arrived at the club, it was the usual process of getting in. Boring ID stuff and VIP lists that no one really cares about.

"Paul's in the VIP Lounge, with Antoine, some other guys and a guy whose name I cant pronounce." Jesse said looking at his phone.

"Let me see" I said and he handed me his phone.
"If you mean Giroud the 'ou' is basically just a 'u' and the 'd's not really pronouced. With Lloris the focus is on the 'i' and only one of the 'L's is spoken."
I told him giving his phone back to him.

"Thanks Smilla, you're so smart, baby."
He answered, kissing my cheek and placing his hands on my waist, hugging me from the side. I smiled, leaning into his touch. I'm so glad I took this job, really.

"Jesse Lingard, always gettin' the girl." Paul yelled looking at us from distance. "And such a fine one." Paul added, greeting us with placing two kisses on our cheeks; the "bise" as they were called in France.