Juanito, what's the Mata? ~*~ A Juan Mata Fan Fiction

Chapter 2 - oh ice cream, I love you.

Juanito, what's the Mata?

Chapter 2 -  oh ice cream, I love you.

              The next few days I spent them at my friends Emilia's house. Emma was a amazing, she knew what to say to cheer me up and make me feel better. Like the night I arrived at her house crying my eyes out because Juan just left she just pulled me in her arms and didn't say anything. She just gave me a bowl of ice cream and said "eat, this will make you feel better." She said and I just laughed and ate. Now it's been 3 days since that night and I was feeling a lot better and fatter. 

              I've been eating ice cream every night to stop my tears from coming. I was glad I was out of work and I wanted more ice cream and push away my feelings. I was just at the nearest ice cream store to get some more ice cream when I heard these two boys talking about Juan. I pushed back the tears and ordered chocolate just because I wanted to eat chocolate. I smiled at the cute boy at the counter and headed to my car. I  couldn't wait to get to Emma's house and eat my ice cream. I was all cheerful when I arrived, I just wanted to open the door and eat my ice cream while reading my favorite fashion magazines. I opened the door to her falt, placed my bag on the table next to the door. I headed to the couch to sit there to eat and read. 

              I noticed the sound of people kissing but Emma couldn't be with someone, or was she? I finally had the couch in front of me and Emma was there in her couch in her bra and dark blue jeans. Her long brown hair was a bit messed up. In her brown eyes I could see she was in shock, like she knew I was hurt. I look at the man she was with and couldn't believe it. It was Adil Rami, the new french central back in Valencia. I couldn't even speak, it wasn't because he was half naked in my friends couch but because he was with my best friend. Adil had this weird grin on his face, like he liked the fact that he had been caught in action. He was completely shirtless and his pants were almost off completely. Emma was about to speak but I spoke first. 

              "I guess that means I have over stayed my welcome." I said as I started to cry. I didn't understand why it hurt so much. I walk into the kitchen grabbed a spoon. I could hear Emma telling Adil to put his pants back on, she kept calling my name but I just walked back to the door grabbed my purse and left.

              Being at Emma's helped because I was able to push my feelings, but now that I was heading home to the place I have so many memories with Juan and has some of his things it was going to be impossible for me to push them away and now I had to face them. On my way there I was thinking about a lot of thing, like did he keep my things or did he send them to my place? What did he do with the keys to my place? I really didn't want to call his number, so maybe I'll let him keep the keys to my place and I will keep all of his things. No, I'll just put them in a box and keep them somewhere. 

              I arrived to my place and just stayed in my car eating ice cream and just thinking. I hadn't talked to Jordi in 3 days and we used to talk everyday. Maybe he just wanted me to call. I wanted to call him, I did but I was over with all of the Valencia players but now that Emma is hooking up with Adil that will be impossible. My family knew that Juan left and they tried their best to not talk about him when they called. It was hardest for my cousin Ádam and Ernesto who are huge football fans and used to talk to me about football. The worst part for me was that mt whole family. 

              I think I might make my sister Veronica to move in me. I thought to myself as I open the door to my car and head up to my falt. I opened the door to my flat and find myself looking at boxes. I recognized them completely. These were Juan's boxes, I mean my things at his place. I close the door behind me and place my bag on top of the box and sighed. This was going to be a horrible night. I walk over to the kitchen to place the ice cream on the fridge and found a note. Just by looking at it I knew it wan't Juan's handwriting. I grabbed the note and started reading.