This was requested by the beautiful Emily, aka DavidLuizsHair. Hope you like it babe.
[I know perfectly well, from all the tears i've shed, that Tito Vilanova is not with us anymore, but in my perfect alternate universe he's still pretty much alive. Both Emily and I wanted to include him in this story, so yeah, i just wanted to make that clear so no one would be confused when he makes an appearance. Also, I know Adria plays for Barca's Juvenile team, but for the sake of this one shot, he is going to be in Barca B.]
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"Grimaldo?"
"Oh he's a 7"
"Munir?"
"Cute, I'd give him 8.5"
"Patric?"
"Probably a 6."
My best friend Marc Bartra and I have been sitting in the stands, watching the Barcelona B team train all afternoon. At one point we got so bored, Marc started asking me to rate every player. Not by their skills obviously, that would be crucially less fun, but by their looks. Yeah I know, it's pretty superficial but don't blame us, that's what boredom does to people.
You might wonder what on earth is forcing us to stay, since we're both clearly uninterested in the training session. Well the answer to that is called Jordi Alba, also known as my brother. We were supposed to hang out today, Marc, Jordi and I, until my brother announced that he had another one of those annoying medical tests to pass. So here we are, forced to wait for him.
"Ok, what about Sandro?"
"I like him, 8"
"Vilanova?"
"You're asking me to rate Tito?" I said with a wide-eyed look "Marc he's like 45, that's disturbing"
Marc started laughing like an idiot "Emily, I'm talking about his son, Adria."
"Oh..."
Adria Vilanova was the newest addition to Barcelona's B team; he was also the son of Tito, the team's coach. I spotted him on the field and had to admit to myself, he was pretty hot. Not to mention the fact that he was a really nice guy. I have had a few conversations with him in the past and I can positively say his personality matched his looks.
"A definite 10."
"Really?!" Marc said raising an eyebrow "You haven't given anyone more than an 8.5, but you give him a full on 10?"
"Yeah, so what?" I shrugged.
"Are we having a little crush on the coach's son, Emy?" He asked with a shrewd smile.
"Oh for god's sake Marc..." I said rolling my eyes, trying to hide the redness of my cheeks.
"You know Adria's a friend of mine, I could easily hook you guys up." Marc teased.
"Marc I swear to god, if you say or do anything in front of Adria, I will beat the crap out of you."
"Don't be so dramatic. You guys are friends too, aren't you?"
"Well, friends is a big word. I would say we're more of acquaintances."
"In other words, you don't want to friendzone him, because you're crushing on him."
"Whatever" I said rolling my eyes "What would Jordi say anyway?"
"As if you've ever cared about what Jordi thinks." Marc smirked.
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