Number Nineteen (Mario Götze/Goetze/Gotze)

Chapter Nineteen

It's chapter NINETEEN so in honor of the collab with the title, a special guest is in this chapter. Enjoy :D

"Lio, wait!' I called out after him as he stormed away.

"Wait for what? For you to cheat on me again?" Lio faced me. He wasn't crying. He was shaking. Shaking of anger, and of the pure hatred that he felt for both Mario and me.

"This isn't what I wanted!" I exclaimed. Lionel scoffed.

"Obviously. I was never supposed to find out, was I? You'd just keep sneaking around, hav-"

"It's not like that!" I cried, throwing my hands up in exasperation. Lionel's eyes bore right into mine.

"I hate you."

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I sat on a wooden bench overlooking the sea, lost in thought. I was never supposed to find out, was I? No, you weren't. But you did, and now I have to deal with the consequences. I need to clean up the mess I made.

    This really wasn't what I wanted. If you would've asked me before the World Cup, where I saw myself in five years, I'd tell you the beach, playing sand soccer with my husband Lio. The waves would call to us, and we'd splash around like little kids. We'd be so happy.

    But instead, the waves seemed dark and gloomy, trying to lure me in so they can swallow me. In five years, I'll probably be alone at this rate. Not even Mario likes me anymore.

    A tear rolled down my cheek, and it tasted salty on my lips. I put my head into my arms and the tears came rolling out of my eyes. I was alone.

    "Oh, darling, don't cry!"

    I looked up. I saw glowing blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. Is that an angel? Am I in heaven?

   I wiped my eyes and the vision became clearer. Not an angel, but close.

    "I was wondering when I would finally meet you." I managed to say. He chuckled and sat down beside me.

    "After talking to Mario, I think it's about time."  My eyes widened.

    "What did he tell you?" I asked nervously.

    "Everything."

I don't think it's possible for my eyes to grow any bigger.

    "Why'd he do that?" I sniffled, and he smirked.

    "I'm Marco Reus babe. Mario's my best friend. We're tight. And you've found yourself in quite the conundrum. 

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Marco insisted on taking me to get pancakes, because why not? We sat in a cute little diner, that was surprisingly still open at seven at night, playing 21 questions. 

"Favorite foods?" I asked.

"Goulash, mashed potatoes, cabbage."

"Favorite music types?"

"R & B and Hip hop"

"Favorite singer?'

"Justin Bieber."

I choked on my milk.

"Justin Bieber?" I asked.

"Yeah." he shrugged.

"Why?"

"His music is nice."

Nice.  Justin Bieber's music is nice. Huh.