You were helping Michael with his stretches before the first game.
France vs Senegal
“Game day today?”
“Yeah”
“You ready?”
“You motivate me.”
“Oh really? If someone had told me that one day I would be someone's source of motivation, I wouldn't have believed it.”
“Well, everything is possible.”
“I noticed something”
“What?”
“You have manly hands.” He looked at your hands, admired their appearance and how your veins stood out.
“Maybe I was born to be a man.”
“I say this without meaning to offend you, of course.”
“I take this as a compliment.”
“You know, I find this attractive..”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I know, it may seem weird”
“No it's not. I like men with feminine features. And big noses.” Michael smiled when he heard that, he thought back to his nose.
“Wouldn't you like to try cryotherapy tonight?”
“I don't like cold.”
“But yet, you are the one who is cold.”
“Oh, thank you, that's kind of you..”
“Sorry, I'm just teasing you, haha”
“No seriously, can you picture me in boxers, flip-flops, socks, a swimming cap, and goggles?”
“No it would be so funny seeing you like that.”
“Don't let Candice see me like that.”
“You're talking like she's some kind of antagonist”
“Because she is.”
You notice that William and, of course, Bradley were snooping around...
“C'est pas très professionnel tout ça, je te ferai dire” (This is all very unprofessional, I'll have you know). William said with that teasing tone
“Retournez à vos échauffements vous deux.” (Go back to your warm up, you two)
It was game time, off to the New York Jersey Stadium. On the field, Jacob was carefully filming the training session while you had your eyes scrutinized on Michael.
“You watch him a lot”
“No Jaz, I'm just, observing.” No. You were just madly in love with him.
“He's not the only one on the pitch, you know.”
“I know.”
When the match started, you were even more focused on Michael.
“Tell Jacob to take good pictures of Michael.”
“Girl you're in loveee” Candice was amused to see you like that because, in fact, it was the first time.
At the end of the match, you congratulated him, even though he didn't score.
“I'm proud of you”
“I didn't even score, what are you proud of”
“I don't care about that, you played well”
And besides, you were looking forward to getting back to campus to massage him again. You could do anything, just to have your hands on him
And, as you were doing, he kept looking at you, almost staring at you. The moment you look at him, he immediately lowers his eyes.
“I'm finished, do you feel better?”
“Yeah, I do.” He tried to bring his hand closer to yours. A tiny touch on your knuckles. You felt your body freeze at that moment, a slight shiver.
“Uh, sorry, i didn't mean to-”
“No it's okay” You smiled because you found it cute somehow
Later in the day, you were just talking with Jazmine, covered with paperwork before Michael just came to talk to youYou greet him by dapping him as usual and feel his cold hand.
“Your skin is damn cold Mike”
“I did what you said”
“What, the cryotherapy?” You actually laughed, because you remembered what he told you
“No, not really, but pretty close. I took a cold bath, I just thought of you” He smiled to you
You smile back, it's rare for people to think about you for something
“You did?”
“Uh, yeah”
“Well, good to hear that”
“Sorry, i know you're working, I just thought about coming over”
“I don't mind you know”
“Well, if you need me, you know where I am”
“I just have to play nurse for you when you hurt yourself”
He ran his hand through your hair before leaving. Cute
Once you were asleep, well, actually you couldn't sleep, you were still thinking about him.
“Jaz, I can't sleep bro”
“Because he's thinking bout you man, that's what we say”
“No shut up”
“Take him, or someone else will.”
“He's crazy over me, and I think I'm crazy over him to.”
“I saw that. And I think that's cute.”
“Maybe if you're not the first to try, he will. Who knows?”
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You took the time to get ready a little before everyone else, even Jazmine was still asleep. And while waiting for the players to start waking up, you listened to music quietly in your room.
You didn't want to admit it, but you wanted Michael to wake up first, so you could greet him. It wasn't even 9 a.m., and some of them already wanted to warm up.
“Already? It's not even 9am. Are you trying to make yourself hungry before breakfast or what?”
“You could say that, yeah.” Ousmane jokingly said
“Okay, let's go then” You weren't expecting that. Not at all. To be so full of energy first thing in the morning...
You prepared a personalized warm-up for him first thing in the morning. No, actually, it was just stretching to give my muscles a bit of a boost, as they were feeling a bit sluggish during the night.
And at 10 a.m., we let go of everything.
“T'a faim ?” (are you hungry?)
“Ouais! Grâce à toi!” (yeah thanks to you!)
“Glad I could help then”
When you joined Jazmine, there was something wrong with her
“May I ask why you're looking at each other as if you're about to kill each other? Let me guess, did you two have another argument?
“She's getting on my fucking nerves.”
“Okay, I think I don't give a fuck.” You left her to her problems and went to get your breakfast.You were serving yourself food, until a tall person came next to you.
“Wassup dreadhead.”
“Oh so my name is dreadhead now?”
“Yeah. Exactly.”
“I got it.”
“You actually think I'm for real?”
“Are you?”
“Of course not. Mike. Is it better now?”
“Much better.”
“Doesn't mean I'll stop calling you that by the way” You let out a little laugh, amused by your own foolishness.
“Don't stop”
“Sir is needy now”
“I'm never needy. I just said that.”
“Menteur.” (liar). You copied Jazmine by saying that
That made him laugh because it immediately reminded him of your sister.
“You're copying your sister, don't you?”
“Yeah, I do, because I love copying the gnome.”
“Am I a gnome too?”
“Yeah. I call my loved ones 'gnomes'. That's affection when I do that.”
“So I shouldn't get offended?”
“Of course not. Gnome.” You were teasing him, like you always did. You loved teasing people, especially him.
Jazmine wedged herself between the two of you, still angry with Candice.
“Jit trippin, you still mad?”
“Yeah. I hate her. She's poison.”
“Don't listen to her Michael. She'll be laughing with her in 5 minutes as if they were best friends.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Ouhh you madd” You overly loved ragebaiting your sister, because, yeah, she's your sister.
You spent 20 minutes trying to comfort Jazmine, but now she was angry with you too..
After breakfast, you took a nap. A sweet little nap where nobody bothered you.
You ate at noon.
You were giving stretching sessions to some players while Jazmine was messing around somewhere with Jacob.
Your first patient was Michael. As if by chance, it wasn't calculated?
“Relax your hamstrings well..”
“There you go, that's good, keep going.”
He maintained a neutral expression, but his heart was boiling inside. He liked the sound of your voice.
In the end, he didn't leave directly as usual; he stayed. “Do you mind if I stay here?”
“Do as you please.”
“Isn't all this tiring?”
“Well, you know, it's not much and you're not fussy, so it's fine.”
“And having those three idiots underfoot, isn't that tiring?”
“You know, once you get used to it, it's not much.”
“I don't know what's more tiring, what I do or what you do.”
“You're more likely to get hurt, for one thing.”
“Yeah, I know”
“Just one thing before I go, don't tire yourself out too much, okay?”
“Got it.” You remembered his words.
After training, they were exhausted. Dried out.
“Well, I think we're going to have our work cut out for us...” There were some minor aches and pains, so it was an extra chore.
“Jaz, can't you handle the injured?”
“Okay, I'm on it”
“Come with me Candice, like that, you'll find something to do with your hands.”
“You again?”
“You love massages, don't you?”
“When I was told you were taking care of it, I jumped at the chance.”
“Smart ass.” You dropped a tiny smirk
“You're the best at giving massages, Candice isn't as gentle as you.”
“Stop, she's going to complain.” It amused you to see how much he complimented you, even though it was a lost cause for Candice.
You took over for the injured, all to welcome your favorite idiot, Bradley.
“Tu kiffes Michael toi” (You're into Michael, aren't you?)
“C'est surtout lui qui est à fond sur moi, ouais.” (He's the one who's really into me, yeah.)
“Vous vous tournez autour depuis un moment j'ai remarqué. Enfin, c'est pas comme si y'avait que moi qui a remarqué, un peu tout le monde en fait.” (You two have been circling each other for a while now, I've noticed. Finally, it's not like I'm the only one who noticed, pretty much everyone did.)
“Y'a rien entre lui et moi, on est juste potes on va dire, comme toi et moi.” (There's nothing between him and me, let's say, we're just friends, let's say, like you and me.)
“Oui, bien sûr, t'inquiète pas, je vais découvrir votre petit secret” (yeah, of course, don't worry, I'll find out your little secret)
You didn't add anything, you did your job.
A little ice on the spot where it hurt.
“Good?”
“Yeah, good.”
“Merci madame.” (thanks ma'am). He gave you a teasing smirk, It's as if to say, "I know your little secret."
At the end of the day, you ate, made Jazmine and Candice reconcile, and you went to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day, as it was game day.
You are the physiotherapist of the French national team. You're more of an expressive and extroverted type, you get along well with the players and they like you. Who would have known that Michael, the most discreet one, would become your best mistake?
Maghnes was complaining about a little twist at the level of his left leg and you were there to save him
“Tell me, on a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”
“11.”
“No seriously Maghnes, it must really hurt then.”
“Between 8 and 10”
“Got it. I'll massage gently, let me know if it hurts.”
“Okay”
“And with a little ice it should be fine.”
“Jacob, please take notes for me.”
“Gotcha”
Jacob was scribbling a few words in your notepad while you dealt with his pain.
“Allez mon grand, tu peux y aller” (Come on, son, you can go.)
“Merci” (Thank you). He gave you a small smile before leaving.
“What did you write?”
“Maghnes Akliouche
Twist, left leg, pain : between 8 and 10. Is that right?”
“Yeah. W Jacob.”
“Oh yeah I know”
“Bro, go messing around somewhere else, i got some work”
“Thank goodness I was there to take these notes, and you kick me out? You're ungrateful.” He pretended to be offended
You were laughing just seeing him in that state
“Hey! Don't make fun of me, it's not that funny okay?”
While you were bickering, another guinea pig appeared.
“I'm leaving you with the next subject for your experiments, Dr House.”
You still laughed about being called Dr House
“Please, make yourself comfortable.”
“Thanks.”
“How are you Mike? Is everything going well?”
“Yeah.” Always the same short answers, but Michael liked chatting with you. In his own way.
“Where does it hurt this time?”
“I have some kind of blockage in my kneecap”
“Does it hurt a lot?”
“It's not extremely painful, it's just a little uncomfortable..”
“Let me see..” You applied slight pressure to his knee to assess the pain.
“Does it hurt when I do that?”
“No”
“And that?”
“Uh, yeah, you've hit the spot”
“Okay. I'm putting on some tape, okay? Just to reduce the pain to a minimum without it bothering you.”
“Okay”
“Try making small movements with your leg. Stretch it a little to see.”
He complied almost instantly.
“Yeah, like that.”
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah, thank you”
“No problem Mike.” He got up and said goodbye to you.
You took a sip of water before welcoming the next one.
“Salut Des” (Hi Des)
“Comment tu vas aujourd'hui ?” (how are you doing today?)
“Bien et toi, merci de demander” (fine and you? Thanks for asking)
“Ça va nickel.” (It's going great)
“What is it this time?”
“Just some minor aches and pains, nothing too serious.”
“We're going to do some light stretching and I'm going to give you a little massage to relax your muscles.”
After inspecting some of them, Jazmine comes to see you to go eat.
“Tell me Jaz, who did you have today?”
“Rayan, Warren, Ousmane and I think Malo. And you?”
“Maghnes, Michael, Desiré, Bradley and I finished with Adrian.”
“I guess Michael wasn't too chatty today”
“He has his own way of talking, short answers, but we still managed to talk.”
“Did you talk to him about life?”
“Nothing special, just as usual. Where does it hurt, how much does it hurt, etc. You know. Daily basis.”
“You should chat with them more, it creates bonds.”
“That's what I do. But with Michael it's a little different.”
“At least, he lets you calling him Mike. That's a lot already.”
“Yeah, you're right.”
After training, you were supposed to take care of the massage, with Jazmine and Candice. Finally, if Candice could avoid having jump rope competitions with Desiré.
“His muscles are tense.”
“Who?”
“Michael.”
“Hey Mike.”
“Hm?”
“Relax your muscles. That's why it hurts.”
“Better.”
The room was quiet, very quiet. Actually, you didn't like it, you hated the silence, but in this situation, you weren't forcing anyone to talk.
“Candice. What where you doing?”
“Me?” She tried acting innocent
“No, Santa. Yes you.”
“Jump rope, why?”
“Next time you're having fun with the jump rope, put on a kit and boots and go play with them.” Michael chuckled slightly at your joke, which occurs often since you have great humor sense
“Come on Mike, it's not that funny” That made you laugh too
You wanted to appear modest, when you were actually the funniest person on staff
“Bro is acting like she isn't the funniest here.” Rayan joked, and he was right.
“It's not true”
“Menteuse.” (liar). Jazmine said out of nowhere, while remaining focused on Bradley's thighs.
After the recovery period, the players each had their own little bit of time.
“Cookies?” Jacob knew you were hungry, so he stopped by to buy some Crumbl Cookies when he had time, your favorites.
“You know I won't say no, huh?”
“Of course”
“Thank you Jacob.”
“You have to pay me one day. I'm your courier. I buy you lots of cool little things. I'll even take notes for you. Thank God I exist.”
“No need to brag. Thank you very much for what you do for me, though. It's true that we shouldn't ignore your usefulness.”
“Of course. I'm always here for you. Call me and maybe I'll magically appear before your eyes. I am your fairy godmother, always here at your service.”
“I'll think about buying a reception bell , so that when I need you, you appear.”
“Exactly.” With that, he left you with your cookies. Before some other lunatic comes snooping around in your things. “Thank you.”
“Who told you to take it?”
“I don't have the right?”
“Listen here Michael, This is my little dose of sugar for the day. Get lost.”
“Don't be rude, I just tryna giving you some company. Don't reject me like that.”
“If it's just so I can talk to you for an hour about the music I listen to, it's not worth it.”
“I would love to know that actually”
“Oh really? How cute.”
“Come on, tell me”
“You're going to make fun of me.”
“No, not when it's you.”
“Alright. I listen to Rihanna.”
“Is that all?”
“Fuck you mean it that all?” There was nothing you could do about it, but it made you laugh to see his indifference.
“So what? That's what you're afraid of... Aside from that, well, I don't want to judge, but that's kind of what a divorced woman in 2010 would have liked.
“Well, thank you, my mother will be delighted to hear it.”
“My bad”
“Yeah, yeah, my bad. Be sorry”
He burst out laughing; it was one of the rare times you saw him like that.
“So you can laugh”
“You see, I'm not so nonchalant. Anyways Rihanna, If you're also going to tell me you listen to Beyoncé, I'm already ready to leave.”
“So you're going to laugh, but I'm listening to her, but just a little bit”
“I'm out.” He pretended to leave, before you stopped him.
“My bad bro, I know I have shitty taste.”
“It's okay, I like it. You're quite open-minded.”
Jazmine crept in quietly, without a word, swiped a cookie from you, and left.
“Look at that one. She didn't even say thank you, that clown.”
“Oh, thank you, is this for dogs??” You just shouted that “Thank you very much, mistress.” She was already far away from you
“I gotta deal with that bug, every single day, can you believe that?”
“Is she your friend or something?”
“Worse. She's my fuckass sister. Even though she's cute.”
“Looks fun to live with her”
“It's not. Actually, it's hell.”
“You'll tell me all about it. Well, I have to go.” You just dap him up before he leaves
The day is ending. You go home, completely exhausted. With your sister arguing on the phone with Candice, as usual. And you keep thinking about Michael..
You were trying to sleep, but in vain, your sister was yelling so loudly on the phone you couldn't even hear yourself think.
“Jaz, shut the fuck up man. I can't even sleep bro!!” You made sure to scream louder than her. But you were yelling so loudly too that even the neighbors told you to shut your mouth..
You jumped out of bed in a fury to go and massacre the gnome in the living room.
In the heat of the moment, you snatched the phone from her hands and hung up.
“Shut the fuck up. There are people who are trying to sleep because they have to work tomorrow morning.”
“My baadd bro, I'm quiet.”
“Go to sleep.”
“Okay ma'am.”
After that misunderstanding, you were able to sleep peacefully. A long day awaited you.
Michael had his training session and in the end, you were here.
You were just doomscrolling on your phone and he just sat next to you. You were wearing a Bayern tracksuit, It was too big for you, so the sleeves were slightly overhanging.
“Hey, why are you wearing that?” He thought it was cute to see the Bayern colors on you
“I don't know, I just felt like it.”
“You never did that”
“I know right”
“Are you copying me?” A genuine smile appeared on his face
You laughed. Really laughed.
When you got home, Michael just threw his things on the bed and ran into the shower.
You remembered that Jade, a friend you've known for a long time, was celebrating her birthday tomorrow night; you had to talk to him about it.
“Mike? I need to tell you about something.” He turned off the water instantly at the sound of your voice.
“What is it?”
“Jade is celebrating her birthday tomorrow, and it'd be awesome if we could come.”
“Yeah, sure, I probably won't have anything to do between now and then.”
“Okay, I'm telling her we're coming.”
Your homegirl called you and she was moving like a dictator because of Jade's birthday.
“You arrive at her place at 6pm sharp. Not earlier, not later. Don't forget the gift too. She doesn't like liqueur, so don't bring any back. Do you hear me?”
“I do hear you, but hey, you're talking to me like a military strategist. What's your problem?” You were amused by how she behaved in situations like that
“My bad bro, I love when everything is perfect during events.”
“Even when it's not about you, huh?”
“Exactly.”
“Quit that, will you? You're not an event planner.”
“God forbid a girl who cares about her friend's birthday, man”
“And your Michael, is he coming too?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Well, he'd better.” She would be capable of carrying out her threat; she's crazy.
“Or else, I'll gouge his eyes out with chopsticks.”
“Don't be so mad, it's not that deep.”
“When it comes to him. It is. Bye.”
And she hung up. She was furious to talk about Michael. She hated him. He was like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
“She's been overreacting over him about one year straight, bro.”
“Was it her again?”
“Yeah.”
“I could hear her screaming from the bathroom. She's a pain in the ass.”
“She's my pain in the ass, and I love her.”
“Whatever you say, I can't stand her.”
“Learn to love each other.”
“It's impossible with her.”
“She may seem difficult, but she's adorable. If you get to know her, it will pass. It's her personality that makes her like that. It's in her nature, she was made that way. She may seem impulsive and sensitive, but I swear she's fine. I've known her long enough to know that.”
“She just hates me.”
“It's because you're mean to her too. She's mean to her enemies, nice to her friends.”
He didn't know what else to say, he just shrugged.
Jade's birthday was incredible, everything went well. He didn't want to sing happy birthday but oh well, that's just a detail. Your homegirl still complained about him, again.
You spent the day with the girls, and you wanted Michael to pick you up at the end of the day, did he do it?
“Uh, Michael, hi, am I bothering you?”
“No. Never, why?”
“Are you free? I need you to pick me up tonight.”
“Aight. I'm picking you up.”
“Thank you so much babe”
“All for you.” He actually forgot.
It was evening, and as planned, Michael was supposed to come and pick you up. And it had been a while, he still hadn't come.
“Oh shit. I guess he forgot.”
“Oh no, that idiot forgot about you, again.”
“Shut up.”
You tried calling him, no answer.
“What the fuck is he doing?”
“Maybe he's cheating on you girl.”
“No he's not.”
“And what do you know about it? He's a man, I remind you. Just because he's Michael Olise doesn't mean he's different from other guys. Open your eyes, my dear.” She was right. He cannot be different from the others.
When you got home, later than expected, you were slightly upset.
“What did I tell you?”
“Damn, I forgot. I'm sorry babe”
“Yes, go ahead, feel sorry for yourself. You didn't answer my call either. You didn't have time, is that it?”
He had time, actually, a lot of time, but you didn't really count.
“No, wait, listen to me. I know I made you promises. I promised you I would change. Except that I'm disappointing you again. I'm an idiot.”
“You are.”
“I don't need no more empty promises. Can't you go back to how you loved on me when you started? You should be giving me love all damn day.”
“I should have. You're right. I was pathetic. Again. And apologizing won't do any good. That's not what you want, and you're right. I failed you once again.”
“When will this sink in? I want you to love me, damn it.”
“Please let me make up for it. I love you. If I mess up again, leave me and never come looking for me again.”
“Never mess up again.” He kept his promise. He never, ever failed you again.
Sometimes love is complicated. Mistakes happen, sometimes we forgive and forget, sometimes we don't forgive and we don't forget. We either separate, or we reunite. You were ready to forgive him, because he immediately tried to make amends. Your heart was bleeding, but you loved him anyway. Michael isn't perfect, a bit like everyone else, but this time, your heart opened up. And the clothes unfolded as well.
a/n : This is the last chapter of this series, I hope you enjoyed it, feel free to let me know. Love. Love. Love. Love.
You've reunited. Finally. After being separated for two months. There were other French national team parties, he invited you every time, and you were more than just in love.
You were feeding him like some baby
“We can no longer eat in peace.” Your homegirl complained even though she was doing the same with Bradley
“Ain't you doing the same?”
“He eats from my plate himself, it's not the same thing.”
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“The season will start again soon, so you'll need to be there.”
“I will.”
“Can I?”
“Go ahead.” He ran his hand through your hair; he'd missed it.
He knew he had to redeem himself now that he was back in your life. He had to please you in one way or another. No matter the price. So he asked your homegirl to come with him, because she knows you so well.
“Hey”
“What do you want?”
“I wanted to make amends after the breakup and I wanted to buy her some little gifts, don't you want to come with me?”
“I'm happy to go with you because it concerns her. That's all.”
“Thank you.”
“I'll be outside your house in 20 minutes, I'll ring the bell once, you'd better open up.”
“Got it, ma'am.”
You obviously knew nothing about it.
“Where are going?”
“I'm going out with some friends, I'll be right back.”
“Okay, have fun”
The doorbell rang, and Michael opened the door almost instantly.
“You're not late, that's good.”
She knew what you liked. Michael only had vague memories.
“You're going to buy her a handbag, and you're going to put a note in it saying "I'm sorry, darling."”
“What type of bag?”
“I'll show you.”
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“A birkin.”
“Or, a telfar.”
“Choose for me, I have no idea.”
“I'm not the one who broke her heart, I'll have you know.”
“I'll go with the telfar.”
“You see, you can do it whenever you want.”
“Do I really need to write her a note?”
“What do you think? Of course yes.”
“Now that you've bought her a bag, you're going to get some shoes and give them to her.”
“And then what?”
“It's up to you to decide what's missing. I can't decide for you. She's your girl, not mine. And besides, I'm the one who's been taking care of her for the last two months.”
“Don't rub salt in the wound, it was already difficult for me.”
“You hurt her a lot, Michael. A lot.You have no idea how much it weighed on her. She acted like she didn't care, but deep down she wanted to cry. There were evenings when she cried her eyes out because of your absence. You were stupid, it's up to you to pick up the pieces. As they say, repair the broken pots.”
“I understand very well. I would do my best to make her smile again. Just like before.” She smiled to him, it was one of the rare times she did.
“Okay, go buy her some little pieces of jewelry, necklaces, bracelets or even amulets, I don't care.”
He went into a Swarovski store and bought a ring, a pretty diamond. Which has value. A diamond she deserves.
“Are you going to propose marriage?”
“Not for now, we haven't talked about marriage yet, but it's a ring to show her how much she means to me.”
“So it's not an engagement ring.”
“No. Not yet.” In addition to this pretty ring, he bought her some lovely bracelets and a necklace.
“Tell her you love her. She wants to hear it. It's been so long since she heard those words come out of your mouth.”
“I will.”
“GCDC's, Louboutin, Jimmy Choo” She chanted
“Buy her GCDC's.”
“Bet.”
Michael had done everything to spoil her. Everything. From the smallest detail to the biggest.
“I want to do one last thing. Something special.”
“Tell me more about it.”
“I'm not going to buy her just roses. Would it kill you to get them at the entrance?”
“Give me the pliers. I'll cut them for you.” He gave a genuine smile at her answer. She made a pretty bouquet of flowers and gave it to him.
“You'll have to pay me, though. I'm not a florist and I don't do this for free.”
“I'll pay you. Promise, boss.”
When he got home, he quietly went upstairs; you were waiting for him.
“Hey babe, I got something for you.”
“Oh God..is that for me?”
“I asked your homegirl to come with me. I wanted to make amends. I was awful to you and I ask for your forgiveness. Sincerely. So I bought these things, I knew you'd like them.”
And you liked them. You liked what Michael gave you, and you appreciated the little note in the bag. Written quickly, but it came from the heart.
“Don't bother the little hearts on the paper, she's the one who drew them.” You laughed at that.
“It's okay, and I knew she would make some shit like that anyway.”
You added a little story on Snapchat, to show the whole word how much he'd changed
Everything was neatly arranged. As a souvenir.
And when the season resumed, you were at every match, and were perfectly welcomed by his teammates. Jamal was the first.
In fact, he was the happiest one.
There are more photos of the two of you. You decided to take the old ones out of the drawer and put them next to the new ones. Beautiful black and white Polaroid photos.
When you wake up, you receive a new email. An evening organized by Kylian. At first, you weren't too keen on it, but still..You can't say no to a meeting with the French players.
Your homegirl got an invitation too, and kept you informed. In thirty minutes, she was already at your place.
“Girl, try to take a step back from the situation. This is a golden opportunity to reconnect with your ex.”
“Do we really have to go?”
“Of course.”
“So that's why I'm here. Today we're going to get all dolled up for this big night.”
“We're going to do our nails, our hair, we're going to put on makeup and buy new outfits, okay? I know you need it.”
“Sounds good.”
“Alright, no time to waste. Take a shower, eat something, get dressed, and we'll go shopping.”
“Are we in a reformatory or something? Everything has to be square and straight.”
“Exactly. You don't want to look like a camel in front of them, do you?”
“Hell nah.” When you returned from your shower, she had prepared breakfast. A whole bunch of sweet things.
“Girl, I don't know the guys on the French team. Can you help me? That way I won't be embarrassed.”
“Sure, tell me.”
“So, who is that guy over there with the curls?”
“It's Desire Doué. You can call him Des.”
“I'm definitely not going to call them by their nicknames, okay?”
You silently giggled.
“And him with the braids, he's actually cute. Do you think I have a chance?”
“It's Bradley Barcola and I think you can try with him.”
“I'm going to try and pick him up tonight.”
“Good luck sis”
“Thank you. Anyway, moving on, didn't this guy comment on a post by Michael?”
“It's Manu Kone, he's his friend.”
“Dreadheads complement each other I guess.”
“They do.”
After reviewing the team players, you're already going outside; the day is already beginning.
“We're not having lunch beforehand?”
“We'll find a place to eat.”
“First, the outfit, then we'll get our hair done, then our nails and go home to do our makeup. What do you think?”
“I noticed something, you listed them in descending order. From largest to smallest.”
“I'm better organized this way. But you're supposed to know that.” You both enter a shopping center, trying to find the best outfit for tonight.
“I have a feeling we're going to spend hours here, knowing you.”
“Not today, there's no time.”
“Do you remember that shop I told you about, like, two weeks ago?”
“I remember about it. I can't forget about it actually.”
“Great! Let's go!”
Your homegirl was all excited for tonight and also, because she was having a great time with you. You tried on a cute little outfit, a long skirt and a V-neck t-shirt.
“What do you think?”
“Girl. We're going to a party, not to church.” You looked at your outfit, and actually, she was right. You tried on several dresses before finding the right one.
“It's perfect. Take it.”
“Yeah.” You couldn't agree more.
“It's your turn, now.”
“I already got an idea.” She showed you the dress she wanted. Which, oddly enough, matched yours very well.
“So, we're twin sisters! Isn't that great?”
“I just realized something. Not only are we going to be twins like you say, but also, have you lost your fucking mind?”
“What do you mean?”
“You confused a party with a Met Gala.”
“I didn't get confused. So yes, it looks like we're going to the Met Gala, but it's better for us to get noticed.”
“You only live for cameras. You're unbelievable.” You were panting from exhaustion, but it still made you laugh.
“We don't care about those football players. We're the stars.You and I are a bit like Kim and Kylie. Y'know.”
“Yes, I know..” You smiled, sincerely, and it warmed her heart.
“For shoes, I thought we should get Jimmy Choo. Unless you have another idea.”
“That's a good idea, which Jimmy Choo shoes did you think of?”
“Cute sandals.”
“Okay, let's go.”
Now that that was done, you went to the hairdresser, then, in the late afternoon, you did your nails. A nice beauty salon.
You were spending ten minutes debating the color.
“We should choose a color that goes well with our dresses.”
“Can't we just use white nails?”
“You know who else suggested you get white nails? Michael. Are you really going to let that idiot give you that kind of habit?”
“Oh no. You're right, darling, we'll go with your idea.”
“Thank you.” You had a lovely manicure and pedicure. It cost an arm and a leg, but it was worth it.
Everything was bought. You both went home and You have prepared yourselves.
“Do you have any fans? In the same color as the dress?”
“Why bother?”
“Firstly, it's incredibly hot, and also because it'll be too good-looking.”
“I have a few of them; they belonged to my mum.”
“Your mom was a baddie.”
“She still is actually.”
“Shall we pose for Instagram?”
“With your phone. It takes better pictures.”
“Got it.”
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One last check. Everything is OK, you go through the door. Door locked. Off to the nightclub.
As you descend, you arrive like stars. Upon arriving at the entrance, the bouncer asks for your name and lets you in. Inside, you are greeted by a lady, who directs you to the private, somewhat VIP area. Several players from the French national team are present.
Upamecano
Barcola
Doué
Mbappe (obviously.)
Koné
Konaté
And obviously, Michael.
You greet the players present with a kiss on the cheek and then sit down. Despite some people making fun of you because of your extravagant dresses.
“Comme on est au Met Gala, c'est bien.” Bradley joked (Since we're at the Met Gala, that's good.)
You slap your homegirl on the arm.
“What did I tell you?”
“I didn't think he'd say that. Ouch, that hurts, you hit me pretty hard...”
“Bonjour Kim K” Ibrahima laughed seeing you like this (Hello Kim Kardashian)
You relax, you laugh with the players, you criticize other people, etc.
A waiter brings you drinks that you didn't order...
“Who ordered me a martini? Seriously, do you realize? We were ordered a drink for ourselves.” Your homegirl just turned her head around to find the culprit, and stumbles upon Michael. He turned his head almost instantly the moment he saw her looking at him.
“Girl, I think I know who it is.”
“Oh no, don't tell me it's-”
“Let's thank him then.” Seeing her get up and head in his direction, you reluctantly decide to follow her.
“So, Mike, if I can call you Mike. You're the one who ordered those drinks for us? Am I wrong?”
“When Kylian told me you were coming, I thought quickly. So yeah.”
“That's kind of you. Really. But now, I think you two have things to talk about. I need to talk to Bradley. And you'd better not come bothering me.” She left you alone with Michael, which was the last thing you wanted.
“How are you? How have you been lately?”
“Well, thanks for asking, it went well. I was able to move on.”
“Is there any progress?”
“I thought about calling you.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, the boys helped me get my thoughts in order, so I decided to make an effort.” You turn on your phone, and you see Michael's missed call.
“You definitely called me. Thanks.”
“I don't want to lose you indefinitely.; You wanted change, here it is.”
“I appreciate the effort, but this phone call isn't enough. It's just a little step.”
“I know. I'll do more each time, believe me. Every little gesture is important.”
“Yes, that's true..”
“I don't want to destroy our relationship. I want us to start again on a good footing. And it starts with thinking of you, like you thought of me.”
“Even if it's just a short call, it's exactly the kind of thing I needed.”
“And I failed.”
“So what are you going to do then?”
“To make you important. To make you important in my life.”
“Promise me. But really promise me. I don't want empty words.”
“I promise you. I promise to make you important. I promise to make you feel important. Because I love you.”
“Having made that promise, now I want to see it with my own eyes.”
“You will see it.”
“The break is over. But don't make me regret my decision. Otherwise, there's no going back. No second chance. My patience has run out.”
“You won't regret anything.”
“I'll let your body decide, whether it wants to come back, or run away.”
“It definitely wants to come back.”
“So come back then.”
You hugged him, you wanted to be with the man you loved.
When your homegirl saw this, she was proud. Overly proud.
He kept his promise. He made you feel important. The evening went exactly as you had imagined. He didn't sideline you.
At the end of the evening, you both started again. He came back into your life. You were no longer on the bench, he brought you onto the pitch.
“Girlll, I got Bradley's phone number and he added me back on Instagrammm”
“Oh my God, I'm so happy for you sweetheart”
“So, you found your boyfriend again?”
“We started again. He's become the Michael he was a year ago.”
“Aww, don't make me cry”
“Shut up oh my God” You laughed about it. You were happy again
