Eres mía.

Eres mía.

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Going to the World Cup to support your brother , Kevin Alvarez , you knew everyone on the team. Preparing yourself for the game against Mexico and Poland. You put on the Jersey with the number of your brother on it. Smearing green , white, and red paint on your face and trying your best to paint the bird which turned out great you headed out the door. Getting all excited you make your way to the stadium and get in having a free pass considering you being his sister. You entered and found your way to the locker rooms , once you entered he embraced you in a hug. "Hasta por fin llegaste" said Kevin. You smiled at him and said "Me toco arreglar me obvio" you said giving him a nasty look. "Ahh llego y/n" said memo with a smile towards you. "Estoy aquí para soportar el más guapo" you said winking at him slyly. All he could do was chuckle. Kevin Intervened in the middle of y'all "no me está gustando esto ya párale" he said looking at you mostly. "Okay okay" you said putting your hands up in defense. You walked away and started greeting Chucky Lozano, Hector Moreno, Alexis Vega, y Edson Alvarez y más ! Memo and y/n. Can they figure out their situationship.
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