Who Are You? The Football Manager.

Chapter 3: The Men in Black Suits

AUTHORS NOTE: New chapter! Help me out when I get my facts or translations wrong. As always you all have the right to hit me in the head with a football if I say something stupid like "Messi is the world's best goalie" or anything else like that.

THANK YOU SOOO FOR VOTING!! IT GIVES ME SUCH A HAPPY FEELING!!

*ARIANNA'S POV*

I woke up to the sound of Cristiano trying to make breakfast and sing at the same time. At first, it sounds nice but after a while I just want to smack him with a football because this is what he sounds like:

Hey baby, even though I hate ya!

I wanna love ya,

I want you!

Even though I can't forgive you,

I really want ya!

I want-

-wait, where did Arianna keep the spoons? *multiple drawers are opened and closed noisily* Here they are! She should label the kitchen...Oh here's the good part!

I got one less problem without ya!

I got one less problem without ya!

I got one less problem without ya!

I got one less, one less problem!

-is that too much salt? Whatever, Arianna won't mind. Is she still sleeping? ARIANNA! WAKE UP! WE NEED TO GO TO PRACTICE!

I just groaned in reply; as if anyone could sleep through him singing. It was like this almost every morning, Cristiano just has the ability to wake up in a happy mood every morning. Me on the other hand...no. I'm not happy unless there's something to be happy about; I don't understand how Cristiano can just be happy because it's the morning. But at least I can get up in the morning, Cristiano has the hardest time getting out of bed; I don't know how he managed it today. Usually I'm the first one up, but Cristiano gets down before me because I take long showers.

I rolled to the edge of my bed and slowly walked to my bathroom; I put some toothpaste on my brush and walked to my closet to pick out my training clothes for the day. After brushing my teeth, I took a quick shower since I would take a long, relaxing one when we get back from practice. I came out of the bathroom in white shorts that had my number 13 on the bottom and a plain red shirt that said 'Madridista' on the back in white letters. I put my hair in a pony tail as I walked downstairs.

Cristiano was sitting on the kitchen counter, in his practice outfit, with a stack of buttered toast in front of him. I snuck up behind him and grabbed a piece, and before he could say anything, I ran away and sat on the couch in the living room.

"You're welcome," he said as he sat next to me and handed me my cup of coffee. I just smiled at him as I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels until I found last night's Sevilla vs Valencia match highlights. Sevilla had won 2-0, but they got one lucky goal and Valencia had a lot of chances.

Once we were done watching the highlights, we left for practice. "Can I drive?" I asked him. He gave me an 'are-you-seriously-asking-me-this' look as he unlocked the car and sat in the driver's seat. I sighed as I sat in the passenger seat next to him.

"Tomorrow the team is planning on going for a team lunch before our game on Wednesday." Cristiano told me. I nodded, today was Monday. I had already planned that today was going to be a tough practice so the team can have a break before their home game against Málaga; a lunch would be perfect.