Dude, That’s My Sister (Alexia Putellas x Mac McCabe)
You felt slightly bad about sleeping with Alessia’s next door neighbour, although, it didn’t stop you going back two more times before you moved to Barcelona. But you knew the second you arrived at the airport in Spain, that Alexia was right about this being a good move for you.
Your best friend was stood there at arrivals, socially and painfully awkward as ever, smiling and waving at you as you walked towards her, pushing the trolley packed with luggage in front of you.
“Amor, I missed you” Alexia said, giving you a tight squeeze before immediately taking over the control of the trolley.
“I missed ye too” you nodded, tightening the straps of your back pack as you followed her to the car.
“And me?” Olga asked, sneaking up behind you with three bottles of water and a pack of mini cookies.
“Oh, well now I definitely think I missed ye the most” you chuckled, wrapping your arm around Alexia’s girlfriend and gently taking the packet of cookies from her.
You sat in the back of the car, albeit a bit squished, munching on your cookies as Alexia rambled on about something that you were half listening to.
“Is that okay?” Alexia repeated herself and clicked her fingers at you, eyes still focused forward on the road before her.
“Uh, what?” You mumbled.
“I need to collect Alba from work before I drop you off” she said.
“Sí, that’s fine” you nodded, as Olga opened the door to the compartment in the car and pulled out more snacks.
“Yay” you cheered, making Olga giggle.
“You think more about her than me” Alexia moaned.
“You know that nothing in our apartment would work without her” Olga hummed as Alexia rolled her eyes and mumbled something under her breath.
Alexia pulled up outside an office building and Alba jumped into the car, not expecting to have to slot in beside Alexia’s tallest, stockiest friend. You both didn’t really know each other, you’d met just once before but didn’t even speak to each other then.
“Hola” Alba smiled.
“Hola” you smiled back and nodded your head at her.
“Mac, this is Alba. Alba that is Mac, okay? Seat belt amor, por favor” Alexia said, introducing you both and going straight back into captain mode. Alba buckled herself in and Alexia sped off towards your apartment block.
“Uh, do ye want one?” You asked, holding the bag of mini cookies towards Alexia’s sister.
“Sí, gracias” she replied, taking two from the packet and starting to lightly bite into them, unlike you, who was shoving them into your mouth as if you were on a desert island munching the last of your rations.
It wasn’t often you shared anything, your food, your thoughts, but Alba was Alexia’s sister and you wanted to be nice.
That was the first proper time you met Alba, the first time you had spoken to her and the first time you thought she was absolutely beyond beautiful.
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The second time you saw Alba was at Alexia’s match a few days after the move. Olga had invited you to come along and keep her company in the stands. Despite you not really wanting to go, still struggling with the fact this was not your life anymore, you never said no to Olga. That girl treated you like a child in the best way. She cooked you food, she packed you snacks and she helped you with household things you weren’t sure of. All she asked in return was that anytime she needed something fixed or assembled that you would do it.
Olga was sat in the middle of both of you, which was a bit annoying, but actually worked out for the best.
“Mac?” Olga waved her hand infront of your face to get your attention. You were too distracted with the bag of jellies she’d given you a few minutes ago.
“Sorry, yeah?” You mumbled.
“Alba’s shower stopped working this morning, you could fix that right?” She asked.
“Yeah, sure” you nodded and smiled straight at Alba.
After the game, you offered Alba a lift home and told her you’d come take a look at the shower. You had a glance and instantly knew what the issue was, so you grabbed the box of tools you had in the boot of your car for work and fixed it for her.
Your t-shirt did however get absolutely soaked in the process.
You were working for a company in Barcelona now as a contractor. They liked that you could speak English and Spanish and were also able to put your hands to anything, so you’d walked straight in to management level, on more money now than you were making when you were playing football.
“That’s good now” you said to the girl who was sitting on her sofa, staring at the TV.
“Hey, your shirt” she hummed, pointing at your t-shirt. “I have some of Ale’s, they should fit you” she smiled as she walked towards her bedroom and came back with a retro Barcelona jersey.
“Here” she added, handing you the jersey.
“Thanks” you smiled back, taking your t-shirt off to swap over to the new one. That’s when Alba saw your tattoos, the ones littered across your stomach and chest.
“You have many” she blurted out.
“Tattoos?” You asked, watching the girl nod. “I’m going to get a few covered up in a couple of days” you explained.
“Why?” She asked.
“They just remind me of her” you shrugged, pulling the jersey over your head as Alba took one last look before dragging her eyes up to meet yours.
Alba, like everyone, knew you’d been in a relationship with Alessia. It was a massive shock to everyone that you’d broken up. You were still adjusting to Alessia not being in your life anymore, in any capacity. It made you feel uncomfortable a lot of the time, especially with the tattoos you had that you’d gotten for or with her. You’d fully believed during your relationship that Alessia was the one.
“Do ye have any?” You mumbled, changing the subject quickly.
“Two” she giggled, showing you quite willingly the tattoo she had on her ribs and then on her wrist. “But I want more” she confirmed.
“Yeah, they suit ye” you hummed, as your eyes went wide at what you’d just said. “Uh, I better head home” you gulped.
“Oh, yes, sure” she replied.
“Do ye want my number?” You asked as the girl looked at you confused. “Incase the shower, or somethin’ breaks” you added.
“Good idea” she said, giving you her phone. That’s how Alba got your number.
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Suddenly, everything in Alba’s apartment just continued breaking. But luckily, she had a handywoman on speed dial to come and fix it for her. You were in the Spanish girl’s apartment easily twice a week now, fixing something while she cooked or ordered something, then convincing you to stay to watch something with her.
You started to like Alba, which was terrifying. You thought you were going to come to Barcelona and fool around with a couple of different girls to help you to get over Alessia. But that quickly changed when you met Alba on day one of the move.
You thought the feelings would go, and the easiest way to do that was surely to accept Alexia’s invite to go out with your ex Barcelona teammates tonight. Only, there was Alba, stood alone at the bar, buying her own drink.
“You came out?” She asked, nudging her shoulder into you.
“I did” you nodded. “I didn’t know ye were comin’” you added.
“Do you not want me here?”
“No, I’m glad ye are here” you reassured her. “Can I get ye that drink?”
“Sí” she smiled.
You’d stayed beside Alba pretty much the whole night, just talking, drinking and occasionally dancing, although it was all innocent. Well, it was, up until Alexia and Olga left. Once they were gone, Alba’s dancing went from innocent to anything but the sort. And you, were all too compliant, allowing her to move your hands to wherever she wanted them on her body as she grinded against you.
“Ye don’t understand how bad I want ye” you groaned in her ear.
“I’m waiting for you to have me” she smirked, wrapping her hand around your neck and smashing your lips together.
The kiss was drunkenly intense, and possibly a bad idea due to Alba being your best friend’s little sister. But your lips didn’t leave hers until you were in her bed, and she was pulling your shirt off.
“Wait” you sighed. “I wanna do this Alba, but I need to talk to Ale”
“No, por favor. Do it after” she pleaded, continuing to pull at your shirt.
“I can’t” you shook your head as she leaned in and kissed you again. You got lost in the kiss for a couple of minutes, forgetting Alexia was even a real person before you got brought to your senses again.
“No, no” you said again.
“Why must you talk to her?” Alba frowned.
“I can’t just- I don’t want this to just happen once” you stuttered. “I wanna take ye out, I wanna be more than friends with ye”
“You want to date?” She asked.
“Yeah” you nodded. “I want to make sure Ale is okay with that” you replied.
“Okay I will call her now and-”
“No” you chuckled. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow, okay?”
“Sí, fine” Alba rolled her eyes.
“Does that mean yes?” You asked. “Like ye want to date me too?
“I didn’t just drag you back here for ice cream” she giggled.
“Do ye have ice cream?” You smirked.
“Sí” Alba sighed playfully as she stumbled off the bed and walked to the kitchen, bringing back a tub of ice cream and two spoons.
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You woke beside the Spaniard the next morning, and surprisingly you fully remembered the entire events of last night. You left her to sleep while you got ready. Once you were dressed, you grabbed your phone, keys and your wallet, placing a kiss to her forehead and leaving the apartment.
You texted her so that when she woke up, she didn’t think you’d just abandoned ship. You were planning to just go and get this over with, and not delay it any further. So, you walked to Alexia and Olga’s apartment, and buzzed at the door.
“Who is it?” Olga said through the machine.
“Mac” you replied as you heard the ringer go off and the latch came off the door. You took the stairs all the way to the top floor of the apartment block where they lived, trying to figure out what to say.
“Hola” Olga smiled when she opened the door.
“Hola, is Alexia here?” You asked.
“No, but she’ll be back in five minutes. She just left to go get coffee” she replied.
“Oh right, well, I can come back” you stuttered.
“No, sit. I can make you food” Olga said, practically shoving you into the seat. “You seem stressed, are you okay?” She hummed, squeezing your shoulder.
“I kissed Alba” you sighed, putting your head in your hands and your shoulders hit the kitchen table. “But I like her a lot, it wasn’t just a kiss” you explained.
“Oh” Olga smirked. “You like Alba, sí? You want to tell Ale?”
“Sí” you nodded. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell her” you shook your head and stood up but Olga reached up and pushed your shoulders back down.
“If you don’t, I will” she hummed as she started chopping you up some fruit and placing it in a bowl.
You were anxiously eating the various pieces of fruit that Olga had cut up for you when Alexia walked in with three coffees rather than two.
“Hola, mi gran arbol” she chuckled, placing the coffee down infront of you. “And for you, mi amor” she smiled, placing a kiss to Olga’s lips and handing her a cup of coffee.
“I uh, I should probably head home” you mumbled, standing up again.
“Why?” Alexia frowned. “Is the coffee bad?” She asked, as Olga shot you a sympathetic look, knowing now you were truly panicking.
“No” you shook your head.
“Then sit down” Alexia hummed, pointing to the seat you’d stood up from. “Do you know if Alba got home okay last night?” She asked.
“Uh, sí” you nodded, sitting down. “I walked her back”
“And what? Did you kiss her goodnight too?” Alexia teased as your eyes went wide and stared straight at Olga.
“If ye were goin’ to tell her, I would have went home already” you moaned.
“Tell me what?” Alexia asked, looking between the both of you.
“I didn’t” Olga said as you gulped.
“Did you kiss Alba?” Alexia breathed out. “My sister? Alba? My little sister? You kissed my little sister?” Alexia shouted.
“Ale, I’m so sorry” you sighed as she stood up from the table. “I stopped before it went further, I told her I wanted to talk to ye because I really like her” you explained as Alexia walked closer to you, looking like she was about to murder you.
“So cute” Alexia chuckled as her face softened. “You and mi hermana, I like it” she nodded, taking a piece of fruit out of the bowl Olga had made you.
“Wh-what?”
“What? You are my friend, I trust you with everything. So, why not let you date my sister? At least I would never have to worry about her” Alexia shrugged.
“So you’d be fine with it?” You asked.
“Sí, sí, fine” she nodded. “Mami already likes you too, and you and Olga would be sisters so now you can never say no”
“She doesn’t say no anyway” Olga giggled. “That reminds me” she began, pointing you towards a cardboard box that was sat in the living room as you just smiled and got to work.
Maccy 💕
Are you free later? xx
Alb 🍑
Sí, for you x
