(James is just photo bombing and
I just want to bone him so badly! cX)
All eyes on you- St. Lucia
Lotus Flower Bomb- Wale ft. Miguel
All apologies- Nirvana
"Y/n. Y/n! Are you planning on participating in any other pageants in the future. Like Miss USA?"
You giggled to yourself and walked into Estadio Santiago Bernabèu.
You fixed your dark aviators and smiled as you stepped into the familiar stadium. You remembered the summers you spent with your father here. When he was only an assistant coach, but now he was head coach and you were off making a career for yourself.
You saw your father and the Real Madrid players warming up. Your father spotted you and gave you a warm smile as you made your way towards him. Your arms wrapped around your chest it was a bit cold in Madrid.
Luckily you were wearing brown Ugg boots and pair of dark skinny jeans and a flannel shirt.
It was nice not having to wear heels. Through out the whole Miss California pageant you had to wear high heels and you were sure that after the competition you would need foot surgery.
It was all worth it, in the end you won the crown and the title.
"Hey mija."
Your father said happily wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Hey pops."
"How does it feel being the most beautiful girl in California?"
You giggled and ran your fingers through your wavy hair.
"If I'm truly honest dad. Nothing feels any different." He nodded his head as he watched his team pass the ball back and forth.
"Well I'm truly happy that nothing has changed mija.." He replied with a small smile.
"How?"
"You don't need a title or a crown to prove that you are beautiful.
You are always going to be the most beautiful princess to your mother, and myself. Remember what I told you before you entered the competition?"
"It didn't matter if I won or lost, what mattered was the experience and what it taught me."
"Exactly."
He said with a smile and quickly groaned: "I'll be right back mija.
My assistant is calling me over."
"TAKE FIVE GUYS!"
He called out as he walked to his office.
You took a seat on the metal bench next to the water bottles.
The players came over, they were talking and joking around.
"Hey Miss California!"
You heard a familiar voice call out.
"Hey Ronnie."
You couldn't help but smile as he came over, grabbing a water bottle and sitting next to you.
"How are you doing hon-?"
"I'm doing really well actually."
He gulped down some water and swallowed quickly:
"How's the press treating you?"
"They're really annoying."
You replied with a stiff chuckle.
"Yeah, they're going to be like that for a while. Everyone's going to want a nice shot of a pretty girl like you."
"That's so sweet."
You were flattered, but you were trying your hardest to keep your cheeks from getting too hot.
Last time you had known, Cristiano was happily in a relationship.
You glanced over at James, Isco and Chicharito. They were talking amongst themselves but you noticed how they were glancing over at you and Cristiano.
"So enough about my boring life. How's your life going Cris?"
"Everything is pretty well. Junior told me he wants to study in the U.S. when he's older. So I'm feeling very old and kind of sad that he's so little and already wants to leave me."
Cristiano said with a chuckle.
You giggled and replied:
"It's good he's thinking about his future I guess.."
"Yeah, he's such a good kid. He makes me really proud."
"How's Irina?"
Cristiano nodded his head and replied a bit too casually:
"You didn't hear? We broke up like a month ago."
"Wait what? Are you okay?"
You replied a bit surprised, you hadn't heard anything about them breaking up.
"I'm doing well. It was bound to happen. We were Growing apart according to her and I just didn't give a fuck."
Your eyes widened and he seemed to be amused at your reaction.
"Damn."
Was all you managed to say.
He chuckled and sipped on his waterbottle.
"You're really cute, when you don't know what to say."
You rolled your eyes and heard your phone ring in your shirt pocket.
"Instagram?" He asked pulling his phone out of his shorts pocket.
"Twitter. Did you see Miss Cali, was trending for like four hours yesterday."
"Hmm..Good or bad tweets?"
"Pretty good. The occasional hate, but nothing too bad."
He glanced down at you and smiled.
"C'mon let's take a selfie and get something trending."
You slipped your sunglasses up and leaned in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He pressed his temple to yours and smiled.
"Where's my dad? It's been like ten minutes." You asked a bit confused.
"He's probably still getting negotiations for the newcomers in. That takes forever."
You nodded your head and scrolled down Instagram. Cris' selfie popped up and you liked it, while reading the comment.
@Cristiano
#MissCali💘👑〽
"Hey, Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you consider, maybe, if you're not busy later. Going out to dinner later tonight with me?"
You glanced up at him and smiled.
"Uh, like a date?"
He nodded and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"Sure."
The Portuguese man chuckled and replied:
"I honestly thought you were going to say no."
"Why?"
"I'm sure, someone as beautiful you probably has many guys asking you on dates."
"Actually, that's the first time in a long time it's happened."
His eyebrows furrowed together and he replied: "Why?"
"I'm usually so busy. I guess."
Cristiano smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
"That makes me feel very special."
You chuckled and replied sarcastically;
"Don't flatter yourself!"
"Oh I'm actually very flattered, the only thing that's kind of scary now that I come to think of it, is how your father is looking at me right now that I have my arm around you."
You glanced over at your dad, who was walking over to you and Cristiano, a serious expression on his face.
"Cris, I'm a grown woman. I do as I please." He chuckled and slipped his arm away, quickly explaining.
"He's my coach! He could bench me for a while."
Your father came and stood by the bench. It seemed like all the players had stopped what they were doing or talking about and had all their attention on you.
"Hey Paí. What's up?"
You asked trying to act normal. You felt like a teenager that just got caught by a parent.
He raised an eyebrow at you and you sighed giving in:
"I'm going on a date with Cris tonight.
He glanced over at Cristiano and broke out laughing, as he walked away he muttered: "I can hear the headlines and hash tags now: Mr.California!"
You chuckled at his sarcasm and looked over at Cristiano, who looked a bit confused.
"You have no sense of humor."
"I got the joke, I'm just thinking that I know exactly where you got your sarcasm from."
"Shut up! You like my sarcasm."
You replied playfully slapping his shoulder.
"I kind of wouldn't mind being called Mr. California."
"Yeah?"
"As long as they called you Mrs. Ronaldo." Cristiano replied with a sky smirk.
You scoffed and stood up;
"I'll see you later tonight. Text me the details."
"I will, want me to walk you to your car?"
You nodded your head and replied with a chuckle:
"No, I can manage. You just stay here and play with your balls."
He stood and began to walk over to his teammates: "Trust me I will. Maybe you could help me sometime?"
"I think, I'll consider, maybe, probably not. I'll see you later Cris."
