1. Kick (Thomas Muller)

in which Libby makes a decision

"Umm...what?" Libby said, her senses not working. It was like she knew what was coming, yet she was still unprepared.

"I teach you, to play forward!" Thomas gave Libby a thumbs up and patted her back, which made Libby jump back.

"No, it's really fine, Thomas. REALLY. It's fine." Libby's lips fell into a thin line. She started backing away, slowly at first, and then to a brisk walk.

"What's going on here?" Bastian caught up to both of them. Libby stopped again. Bastian had a superior feel, an aura of power around her. 

It was obvious why, Libby adored him with a deep passion. As a footballer, of course.

Thomas spoke to Bastian in German, Libby standing there like a useless piece of flesh.

"She needs to learn to play forward, Basti. And guess who plays forward?" Thomas smiled, which caused Libby to worry about this conversation even more.

"Yes, you do, but if she doesn't want to, then you can't just force her to..." Bastian explained, furrowing his eyebrows at Libby, who looked back and forth between the two with her eyes wide in concern.

"Yeah, but did you see the team today? We've never practiced that well!" Thomas boasted, knowing he would win with this argument.

It was true. Everyone was acting more preppy than usual. Especially Thomas himself. And Bastian knew Thomas would go back to being his grumpy old self if he didn't make an effort.

For some reason, this random girl was important to Thomas. And Bastiam respected that.

Bastian considered this, turning back to Libby.

"Liebe, it would be honor, for us to teach you." Bastian spoke in English, "if you want of course."

Thomas grinned, noticing the team gathering and whispering amongst themselves. All excited about what they were hearing, those who could understand, at least.

"Uh..." was all that Libby could say.

They were one of the top teams in the world. Maybe in five months she wouldn't be a lost cause, after a few practices?

"You think about, okay?" Bastian scruffed her hair, which made a small smile erupt onto her face for some reason.

Libby just nodded, not knowing what to think. Thomas scribbled something onto a paper that Manuel had handed to him.

Thomas handed her the paper. She took it from him, unable to look him in the eyes.

"This my number. You call when you know." Thomas finished proudly. Libby tried not to roll her eyes, but shoved it in her bag.

"Okay then." She muttered. Her brain wasn't functioning properly. Was this even allowed? To get trained by a national team? Would her coach and their coach even allow this?

She found herself, at One AM, clutching the phone in her hand, sitting in bed. Hope was snoring and fast asleep. She hadn't talked to her at all since the ball. Hope was unaware of what was happening between her and Thomas.

This made her feel extremely alone and shut up.

All she had to do was press call...

But why did she want this so much? And she was doing this without permission from anyone. What if her coach got angry with her? What if their coach got angry with them?

She didn't want to risk getting in trouble: nationally.

Just a few hours ago she was ready to give up on playing forward, and despised Thomas, and now she was willing to be trained by freaking Germany?

Libby thought how late it was and set the phone down, but quickly picked it back up, and without thinking pressed the call button, her heart dropping as she realized what she had done.

There was a long pause. A silence that was so sharp as Libby held her breath.

"Hallo?" A raspy voice bellowed from the other end. Libby's heart lifted for some reason.

"Um yes. Libby here." Libby said stupidly, taking her a moment to reply.

"Liebe?" Thomas sounded surprised, sitting up in his bed, two floors below. He cleared his throat and ran his hands through his small curls of his hair, out of habit.

Excitement filled him, immediately knowing why she had called. Surprised by how late it was, and a bit comforted by the thought of her thinking about them at this hour.

He was also very shocked at how fast she had called. Bastian had told the team he expected to recieve a call in two or three days, which they realized was when they were leaving to go back to America.

"Yeah." Was all she said. Completely forgetting what she had to do. Thomas chuckled a bit, but squinted his eyes, trying to find some light in room, but failing.

Libby, in her bed, felt her face heat up.

"So...?" Thomas whispered, feeling drowsier by the second.

"Oh yeah!" Libby smacked her forehead in embarassment. She needed to get herself together. She was acting completely discombobulated in front of him. And she didn't even know why.

"I'll do it."

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I know this chapter's short, but it waslike a cute little filler! I wantmore people to read so I canbe motivated to write more, bc I don't want to be writing for myself. I want other people to enjoy it too!

Also, this is my last update before school (in 3 days HALP) and then we start getting into more of Thomas and Libby together (finally)

DO U SHIP ANYONE? Trust me, It's gonna get intense. #tibby i think that's it right, but i mean they aren't even in a friendly relationship yet, so....

Ily :*

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