[LWK A FRIEND'S OC IS ON HERE SO CREDS TO HER]
All roads led to the Real Madrid dressing room oh days. Endrick was sitting inside the dressing room doomscrolling Instagram on his phone for about half an hour. The Afro-Brazilian kid really had nothing to do, let alone being finished with training and all—most of his teammates were already changing and showering into their normal home clothes. Glory, did it stunk a whole lot. Apparently, Arda Güler sat next to him, stretching his arms after a long day of practice.
Arda looked over. "You look busy."
"Oh sure I am," Endrick said, not taking his eyes off that stupid device. "I'm bored as hell and there ain't nothing to do."
Arda stood quiet for a moment. The loud chatter of the players filled the room completely. Suddenly, Arda's stomach growled. "Uh, I'm starving. You got something to eat?"
Endrick set his phone aside for a second, before digging into his training bag. "Uh, nuts?"
"That's plain."
"Açai?"
"No."
"Brigadeiro?"
"No."
"I have a pillsbury snack."
Arda cocked an eyebrow. Pillsbury? What the fuck was that? "What the hell is Pillsbury?"
"I don't fucking know, Kylian gave it to me for some reason," Endrick took out one of those strawberry bagel bites Mbappe gave him. Oh sure, neither Arda and Endrick heard of Pillsbury. Both assumed were an American brand.
Arda grabbed the bagel bites, examining the bag carefully."I'm not gonna lie, this looks sad."
"Yeah, no shit, just eat the thing if you're starving."
"Dude, I would rather eat a burger and fries than a snack that has the image of a damn cloud boy on it."
"Well, we're not leaving until half an hour or so. Come on, just fill your stomach up."
And as soon as Arda is about to devour the bagel bites. Kylian Mbappe opens the door to the dressing room. Dressed, showered, ready to go home whatsoever. Mbappe came to be Arda and Endrick's ride for the day since the Afro-French promised them McDonald's or something.
"You guys ready?" He asked, standing at the door with his keys in hand and towel in the other.
Endrick nodded. "We are but uh, is Dean also coming? That dang Dutch dude didn't even drive his car to the training area, all cause you promised us food."
"Yeah, I heard he was coming or something," Arda agreed with Endrick, finally the türkish midfield took a bite of the fucking Pillsbury bagel bites. "Oh glory, this shit is awful. Where ya find this, Kylian?"
"Grocery store. It was in the bakery aisle." Mbappe told them shrugging.
"Kylian, you have trash tastes in pastries."
"I don't even know who even likes this." He replied
Endrick tried thinking. Oh he thought hard. It took about quite some time. "Eh, me neither. Alvaro maybe? Saw that dude last week at a grocery store, buying twelve boxes of strawberry cream cheese bagel bites."
"Is he crazy?" Mbappe asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.
"He's something alright." Arda said, shrugging his shoulders.
Endrick laughed for a second, thinking all this was pure bullshit. "What the hell is he even doing there anyway? You know dang well Alvaro doesn't step inside, unless if it is for a fucking protein shake. But Pillsbury??"
