That's AmoreFootie Characters: Alex Pato, Alberto Paloschi, random milan guys
My Characters: Francesca
Rating: this part PG-13
Disclaimer: This is what goes on in my head and my head alone...I don't own anything :(
Today is the day my best friend Alberto Paloschi and some new kid gets inducted into the first team of AC Milan. Walking into Milanello, I could sense his mix of excitement and nerves. Granted I was happy for him, but I just don't do ceremonies.
“Gosh this is so boring,” I whispered into his ear.
“I know but just grin and bare it, it’s almost over,”
“You said that an hour ago,”
“Did not,”
“Did too,”
"They're watching, stop talking,”
“Fine captain no fun,”
I sat through the rest of the ceremony not talking because I didn’t want Albertino getting his undergarments in a bunch. When the ceremony was over, we stood up and clapped, then I linked my arm with his and pulled him out into the lobby.
“My God can you guys get anymore boring?”
“Gaia this is Alexandre. He is the other player we were celebrating today.”
I turned around and blushed when I saw him.
“Hi,”
“Hi,” he said back with his Brazilian accent.
I had spent a summer in Brazil a few years ago, so I knew some of the basics to be able to carry on a conversation. I figured I'd try my luck.
“Se eu não me engano, você é do Brasil, não é?” (“If I’m not mistaken your from Brasil right?”)
“Sou, você fala português?” (“Yes, you speak Portuguese?”)
“Falo um pouco,” (“Yes a little,”) “De onde você é?” (“What part are you from?)
“Pato Branco”
“Legal. E você gosta de Milão?” (“Cool, so how do you like being in Milan?”)
“Por enquanto tá tudo bem aqui, eu não conheço muita gente, a não ser o Alberto e os outros brasileiros” (“Good so far, but I don't really know anyone except for Alberto and the other Brazilians”)
“Sorry to interrupt but where on earth did you learn to speak Portuguese?” Alberto asked me.
“When I went on vacation to Brasil a couple of summers ago,”
“Eu ainda estou aprendendo italian, mas eu acho que entendi quando ele te perguntou onde você aprendeu a falar português tão bem?” (“I'm still learning Italian but I think I understood him asking you where you learned to speak so well in Portuguese?”)
“Sim,” (“Yes”)
“Você fala muito bem, pra quem só estudou durante o verão” (“You speak very well for picking it up just in one summer.”)
“Obrigado” (“Thank you”)
“Que isso” (“You're welcome”)
“Well, it doesn’t seem like you two need me anymore, I’ll be right back I have to go to the bathroom,” Alberto walked away from us and we carried on with our conversation.
“Hey, you ready to go?” Alberto asked when he came back.
“I guess why?”
“Because you drove me here and I need to go home because I have practice early tomorrow morning .”
“Ok, let’s go,”
“Eu tenho que ir, ele tem treino amanhã cedo.” (“I have to go because he has practice early tomorrow.")
“Eu também tenho que ir, também tenho treino amanhã cedo. Tchau!” (“I have to go also. I too have practice early, bye”)
We walked out of Milanello and Alberto turned to me.
“You two hit it off didn’t you?”
“Yeah, he’s pretty cool and really down to earth. I wasn’t expecting it.”
“What are you trying to say I’m not down to earth?”
“Since when did this conversation become about you?”
“Well you were insinuating,”
“Was not,”
“Was too,”
“Was not,”
He started chasing me and I ran to the safety of my car getting in and locking to doors before he could get in.
“Aia come on please!!!”
I just stuck my tongue out at him. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and when I turned I saw Alex. He walking out with Ricardo, another Milan player who is letting Alex stay with him until he finds a place. They were both staring at Alberto and I. He laughed and waved. I waved back and then I opened the doors for Alberto.
“Thanks now can we go home?”
“You can go to your house and I will go to mine, but yes we can go now.”
“Come on Gaia let me crash at your place…please,” He was pleading and he knew I’d end up letting him have his way. I have my own place because I needed to be closer to school. Alberto still lives at home, but he has a big family so it’s not the quietest place to sleep.
“Fine, but you have to go and get clothes first, because you’re stinky and you're not sleeping at my place smelling like that.”
"How am I stinky?”
He grabbed me from the back of my neck and pulled me to him trying to get me to smell his stench.
“Leave me alone or you're walking home!” I said pushing him away.
Starting my car, I slowly pulled towards the gates. When they finally opened up I pulled out onto the road ahead and started on our way.