Once our flight landed in Madrid, Sophia and I got off with our luggages and rented a rental car. We needed it, since we're staying for two nights
When she was driving me to the hotel, she had asked me, "What do you want to do tomorrow night?"
I thought for a moment, no answer came up. "I can't think," I said honestly. "What can we do here?"
"We can go clubbing," she suggested. "Meet new friends?"
"That are fucking Spanish," I commented. "We don't speak no Español!"
"Didn't you take Spanish in high school?" she asked.
I nodded my head. "Yes," I pointed, "but I don't remember shit from it except for 'hola' and 'adios', pretty much it!"
"Fuck that," she said. "Anyways, did you bring your Mount jersey?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I?"
She laughed and said, "I remember when you didn't like Mase... like at all!"
"I've always liked him," I admitted in a sincere tone. "He was like my best friend..."
She cut me off, sounding quite offended. "Woah there, I thought I was your best friend!"
I rolled my eyes and mumbled, "I'm saying he was like a best friend to me, obviously you're my #1."
"Good," she chuckled. "I solo him."
Once we arrived to the hotel, we settled down with our luggages and rested for a bit. After a few hours, we got ready to watch the match— we got dressed and did our makeup.
While getting ready, I received a text from a special someone, the obvious. It was from Mason.
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mase
mase
im riding the bench today...
me
whattt
mase
im saying im not starting
mase
per usual nowadays
me
dw im sure frank lampard will
give u playing time after half time
mase
idk tho i havent been on my best
form lately and its been draining
mase
ur the only one keeping me going
me
its okay, seriously. people have their
good and bad seasons and chels itself
is in its bad season
me
im js glad theyre not starting conor
gallagher
mase
why
me
hes fucking shit
mase
um
mase
remember when u told me those kids
called me a shit player like behind ur
back
me
ye why
mase
ur kinda reminding me of them rn...
me
wait stop im so sorry...
me
i didnt mean to remind u of any of that
me
ur not shit, u got player of the year
like twice in a row + have sm skill,
i seen that esp in the ucl final
mase
yeah thanks
mase
i really love you... like a lot
mase
thank you for always being there for
me yk, i said ur one of the most
trusting people ever since weve met
in germany
me
of course, ill always be there for u
me
i love you <3
mase
love u sm more💙
me
ill visit ur hotel room tn to say gn
me
js a heads up
mase
see u soon :)
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That night, we got ourselves dressed into our Chelsea kits and headed over to the stadium.
The game was yet a disappointment, so many chances... wasted. Chilly was a bit rough on the pitch today— a push resulted in a red card. I felt so bad for him, I have a feeling he's drained right now because of that. I hope the fans know he wants to stay at Chels, so they need to respect him.
The match ended at the score of 2-0, Madrid for the win... I'm praying and hoping Chelsea at least scores twice next match. They can't lose like this anymore.
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