Ain't Life Grand? (Cristiano Ronaldo)

Nicknaming

For the past two days, Marisol and I were stuck in the hotel. We didn't know what to do, or where to go. Most of the time I was hanging out in the swimming pool, while Mari was busy watching some Fifa World Cup on T.V. I wasn't interested on soccer, or football as Mari kept nagging me about.

Mother was at work, which proved she was no help at. But she promised today would be different so we had to get up early and dress comfortably. She had some surprise ready for us.

"Marisol you better get your ass in the lobby in five minutes. I hate getting up early but suck it up!" I scolded at my friend who was still spawrled on the couch. It was progress. I had been up for three hours, already dressed, and trying to get Mari out of bed. She woke up ten minutes ago and laid back down the couch.

"Evrffft. Varrft." Mari replied, but it was muffled by the throw pillow.

"What?" I asked. She repeated what she said. I rolled my eyes and threw a pen at her.

"Never ever!" She screamed, head up. She turned around and faced the ceiling for two minutes before rolling off and headed to the bathroom.

"Hurry!" I yelled as I shut the door behind me. As the sound of my light footsteps echoed throughout the empty halls, I began to wonder what the surprise was. I looked at my reflection inside the elevator and pondered if what I was wearing was appropriate. 

The dark, acid wash shorts I was wearing, matched the Drop Dead shirt with the blue mummy head on it. I gave my white, with one blue stripe on it, knee high socks one final tug. Flattening my shirt, I turned my body to see if my back was visible. It wasn't. Good. My Mom had yet to discover I had large angel wings tattoo occupying my entire back.

I stepped out of the elevator and not even two seconds by myself I was jumped from behind by Marisol. I turned to see her wearing a red soccer jersey with the words Real Madrid on it, with shorts and knee high socks, the same as mine, but it was red instead blue.

"I loooove your Converse." Mari said, sliding the same black designed Concerse next to my feet. I laughed as I linked arms with her and headed to my Mom's direction when her head popped into the lobby. I smiled as we entered the Escalade and let her take us where she wanted.

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The trip to wherever took longer than I thought it'd be. It was a good thing my Mother and I were close or else the car trip wouldve been really awkward. We talked about the past two years without each other, still leaving the tattoo out of the converstation, and just had fun together. Of course, Marisol was also in the conversation, I wouldn't have wanted her to feel like the third wheel of it.

Upon arriving at the giant stadium with little vehicles scattered across the parking lot, Marisol gasped. I gave her a questionable look, but ignored it as we followed behind my Mom. Mari squeeled a we entered the place and I didn't see what was so amazing about it. The center of the stadium where the rows of seats were focused on, was filled with neatly cut grass, and soccer players. She took me to a soccer game. Lovely.

I adjusted my blue beanie I had put on in the middle of the trip and continued walking, as Marisol stayed behind taking pictures with her digital camera. She could be such a fan girl sometimes. But if I were in a concert I'd be doing the same thing.

"Adeline!" My Mother called, already in the center of the field. With the practicing team surrounding her. I was bewildered and couldn't fathom the fact she got there quicker than I thought. She was in heels, but she was still standing up straight on the field, with no sign of her sinking into the earth.

"Qu'est-que?" I asked looking back to her, diverting my eyes at Marisol. She motioned for me to come. I walked back to grab Mari by the arm, and drag her with me. I didn't care if I ruined her picture. Mari started taking random pictures and let out an excited squeeled as we approached the field. I didn't know if these guys were famous though. So I figured she was squeeling at their well built bodies. They were quiet attractive.