falling apart. | kylian mbappe

6.

"Amelia get a cab!" I yell to my sister as I finish my makeup. We are going to the game today and I'm kinda nervous but at the same time, I'm so looking forward to it.

I'm wearing simple black jeans and a black top because I'm supposed to get a jersey when we arrive at the stadium. 

"It's here!" My sister screams we both leave the apartment. "Are you excited to see your first boyfriend's game?" She asks and I roll my eyes.

"God, you're so annoying!" 

We leave the building an get inside the vehicle. 

"Bonjour, Vous pouvez nous emmener à Parc des Prince? (Hello, can you take us to Parc des Prince?" I gently ask and he just starts the car.

"Do you have the tickets?" Amelia murmurs.

"Yes, they're electronic. I sent you the email!" I reply.

"Are they VIP seats?" She grins.

"Yeah," I say and she does a little dance with her hands.

Once we arrive and pay to the non-speaker driver, we see a huge amount of people and try to find our entrance. When we get inside the venue I tell my sister that I'm gonna get the jersey and she leaves to our seats, so we split.

I get inside the shop place and there are different kits. All of the kits are pretty but I make up my mind to get the white Jordan one. I put it on the cash desk and wait until someone attends me.

"Bonjour, have you find everything that you were looking for?" A blondie asks me and I nod. "Do you want any football player on the back?" He asks again.

"Um yeah. Who's number 23?" I ask because that's my lucky number.

"Julian Draxler." He smiles.

"I want him." I smile back and he starts to print the number and name on it. 

"Anything else?" 

"No, thank you."

"It is 165€."

I smile and give him the money. Wow, this hurts now I won't eat for the next few weeks. I grab my shirt and ask the guy where the bathroom is. He tells me and before I go he calls me again. 

"Yes?" I fake a smile. 

"Are you a famous model?" He asks and I choke.

"What? No!" I reply confused.

"Then why do you look familiar? Plus you're really tall." He puts his hand around his hip.

"Just because I'm tall doesn't mean I'm a model, and I don't know, you must have confused me with someone else. Bye." I reply and quickly walk away with my bag and shirt.

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I'm finally wearing this Draxler jersey, which looks awesome and now I'm trying to find my seat and Amelia. First I decide to get a bottle of water and popcorn so I stand in the line. There are two girls on the line beside me whispering things and looking at me. I notice that one of them is actually taking pictures of me in an unnoticeable way. 

"Hey, if you want a picture just ask me," I say to them.

"Oh my God! Are you America?" One of the asks.

"Yeah," I say.

"Can you follow us on Instagram?" The other one speaks.

"I don't have one. But as soon as I reach my seats I'll make one and follow you two." I smile gently. I take my phone out of my pocket and put the notes app. "Here, write your usernames." I give them my phone and they both put a big smile. After writing they give me my phone back. "Okay, Sam and Jessica." I read their names on my phone. "Anything else I can do for you?"