September. || mario gotze ✔️

Put yourself in his shoes.

She was sitting in a bench. Her breathing was in charge of warming up her hands. In the middle on the park, she was thinking, waiting and regretting. Christmas was only a step from her present, even thought it wouldn't be a merry one at all. 

Her mind kept repeating the fight. The shouting, her crying, his words and the dog's barking filled her memory. Each time with different details to focus on. 

'What the fuck is this? Mi mother has become an alcoholic and you didn't tell me?!!'

'It's not that easy, I did it just to protect you!'

'Oh don't come up with this! that's the thing you've been solving out, isn't it? God! I can't believe it!'

'Please Cata, listen to me, I didn't have the time to tell you and I don't know, I just...just...'

'You know what? It's ok, for a moment I really believe we can plant something but, in fact, you did me a favour destroying it'

'I'm still your father, whether you want or not, I decide what's the best for you!' 

'Whatever, just don't talk to me again'

She was about to re-watched the imagine, when a known voice caught her ear.

'Hey, little chicken'

She can truly say that Mario was a kind of friend for her. After the arguing, she text him, agreeing to talk face to face. 

'You finally come' she hugged him with a smile.

'Yeah, sorry for the delay. First of all, take this. Merry Christmas!' He gave him a plastic bag. 

'You didn't have to bother, ohh...oh' she exclaimed 'It's a bayern t-shirt with your number in it...really, really?.'

'Look, it's time for you to choose a local team. And if I didn't turn you in a Bayern fan quickly, Reus would find his way to make you a Dortmund one. Anyways, aren't you happy? Because I definitely am!' 

'Good for you Gotze. But I would've preferred the t-shirt with Bastian number in it' she scoffed about his stupid happy face. 

'You're welcome, I really really love you too.' he answered sarcastically 'Now, how have these days been? I mean with Jogi and all that stuff' he asked putting attention. 

'We haven't talked since that arguing. I eat in my room. He eats in the kitchen. I keep on doing homework, although we are on holidays, and he keeps leaving early. I play with Sandy, he watches matches from the world cup.'

'Oh...I see, and how do you feel?'

'Um...' she stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, when suddenly she reacted 'I feel angry, you know. It's like he asked for my trust ,I managed to somehow rely on him and he just threw all away'.

'Cata, I understand you, but I believe he had his reason to hide those letters from you' 

'Yeah sure, to protect me'

'I don't know but you have to talk with him. You've made your speech, let him make it too'.

'I can't Mario, I really can't. It's too difficult for me to listen to his words'.

'Then think how difficult is for him to talk with you. You underestimate him, Cata. He knows you often don't listen to him because you're not able to listen to yourself, to listen to that part of you which tells you to enjoy and bla bla bla'

Catalina stayed looking at a invisible point thoughtfully. 

'Look' Mario started again 'don't talk to him, it's more difficult and if you're not ready you will end up fighting again, so... you should gave him a Christmas gift' 

'Mario...it's December 24th. The few shops open now will packed' 

'Not that kind of gift girl. He told us you are very good at painting and I bet that you are'

Catalina flushed at that comment. 'I'll think that'

Mario smiled satisfactorily. 'Put on the t-shit, c'mon!' 

The teenager obeyed. 'It fits me better than you, dwarf' 

'Shut up, you still need my super skills and my pretty face to get me, dear' 

'Pretty face? Are you sure? I think Kramer is cuter than you...'

'Sorry to tell you Cata, but that dude has a cat face'

Catalina broke in laughter, followed by Mario. They were having a good time, despite the cold and the wind. 
After a while, the player dropped her in her house. 

'Remember to put yourself on his shoes' he told her. 

'I'll try' she answered, opening the door.

'There's no thank you this time?' he asked with a playfully smile. 

She considered the question. 'Thank you, Gotze. For everything. For the t-shirt, for listening to a hysterical eighteen-year-old girl, for the jokes and for being my friend. ' she said as she leaned closer to kiss his cheek, longer than a normal one. 

'It's ok. It's nice spend time with you. Text me later. Merry Christmas!' 

When she entered home, his father had fell asleep in the sofa. She went straight to her room, where his master panting was about to be started. 

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