Unspoken,Philippe Coutinho.

prologue.

"Philippe,wake up."I poke him and look over his shoulder.He opens an eye and stares at me for a while,then he turns around and pulls the blanket higher over himself.

"Wake up!You're going to be late for training."I shake him.
"No."he mumbles and grabs my pillow from underneath me,placing it over his face and ears.

"Okay,be like that then.I'll make myself breakfast,watch the boys on the pitch a little then I'll give Toni a call,tell him you're gonna miss your big interview."I shrug and roll myself off the bed.

"Oh yeah,that thing."he mumbles after some good seconds and slowly sits up.
"And since you're so special,I'm using the shower first."I tell him quickly and shut the door before he can protest.

Philippe and I have been best friends since my dog decided on having children with my neighbors dog,which happened to be his,and I got Italy when I was turning four,was it?

He became my first boyfriend at the age of twelve,but we found the whole thing weird as children,so we both laughed our relationship off,literally.

Throughout the years we've both built each other up and maintained a stronger bond as the closest of friends,until this very crappy day.

I rinse my hair and grab a towel from the side,drying out my blonde dread locks.I had to burn my original curly brown hair for these,but I don't regret it at all.

I wear a pair of black leggings with a pair of white joggers and a white tank top.I do some light makeup,almost not visible at all on my tanned skin,then I take my bag and finally walk out of the bathroom.

I slowly walk down the stairs and find Philippe talking on the phone.

Soon enough,when I'm eating my food and having a cup of good coffee,he throws his phone on the table and groans.

"I told you to break up with her long ago,but no,Philippe was in love." I roll my eyes and put my legs on the table.
"Get out of my house Chante."he mumbles and lies on his arms.
"No."I pick myself up and hurry to find myself more food in the fridge.

"Have you eaten?"I ask him.He nods and looks up at me.
"Let's go then,I'll drive."I grab his keys and run out the door.

"No,never!"he shouts and stops in front of me"until you turn fifty five and I'm certain you have utmost experience,you will never drive one of my cars."he tells me seriously.I look at him and start laughing,but he just won't budge.

"Oh come on,why?"I whine.
"You're twenty four,remember?"he puts his hand out for me to give him the keys.

"So?"I look down at his hand and frown.

"I'm twenty six,better experience counts you see."he smirks.
"You'll have to get the keys first."I run past him,back into the house.

I run as quickly as I can,up the stairs and into his room.I close the door and stand behind it,making sure to make no sounds but breath.

"If you wanted to hide,you shouldn't have closed the door."I hear his footsteps and groan.He opens the door,walks in then closes it and stares at me.

I really wanna drive,so I toss the keys in my bra so he doesn't get them.

"Just let me drive."I smile eerily and sit comfortably on the bed.He smirks and shakes his head no.
"I've known you long enough."he slowly moves closer to me.
"You wouldn't."I screech and reach for hid blanket in the corner.

He pulls my legs to his body and lies himself on top of me.
"Get off,you fat elephant!"I laugh out loud and hit him on his back.He chuckles and slowly retrieves the keys from inside my bra.

"You see Chante,I always win."he whispers in my ear and rolls himself off of me.

I glare at him and huff.
"Don't speak to me."I shuffle past him and walk down the stairs again to his car.

I sit myself inside it and face the other way when he comes in.Then finally,it dawns on me.My best friend of twenty one years was just on top of me,and he touched my boob!

Ew!

I laugh at myself and look over at him.
"You're not angry are you?"he asks and starts the engine.
"I used to take baths with you,so no,I'm just annoyed that you're driving."I smile and lie back in my seat.

With peaceful silence in the car,we drive off to the stadium.

"Philippe"I break the silence"if you ever had a child,what would you name them?"I ask him,curiously.
"Who got you pregnant?"he sighs and looks over at me.

"What?No,I'm just asking you idiot,the last thing I want right now is to get myself a child."I tell him.

"Okay,if this child was a girl,I'd name them Mia or Sofia,but their second name would be Chante."he smiles and looks over at me.

"Philippe,you have to get a child,pronto!"I exclaim.
"Why?"
"Duh,because they'd have my name and I'd spoil them everyday."I tell him excitedly.He smiles and starts driving a bit faster.

"Anyway,now if the child was a boy,I'd name them Caleb or Rafael,maybe even  Gabriel,after his or their grandfather."
"Those are all beautiful names."I smile and look out the window.

I would also like to have children some day,but to make a child,you need a partner.If you're really young and you don't understand what I'm saying,you didn't come from heaven or the magic swan okay.Your father went into your mother,go ask them how.

I've just never met the perfect guy,one who understands me as well as myself and one I'm certain would love me through everything,and that might not just happen,so scratch little cute brats from my list.

We arrive at Camp Nou,so I take my things from the boot and follow Philippe inside,greeting Ma Garcia on the way.

authors note.
Um,hey.xX