∘°∘♡ - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 -༉‧₊˚✧
↳ the realization of love always
happens with your best friends
❪ real life + imessage ❫
every relationship is built on love and trust. both so different and yet, deep down, are based on the same fundament.
the history of love and its different types went back decades; maybe even centuries. in definition, english literature has found it to be a simple feeling of deep affection and intimacy. but it was also the same english literary, that had given the word « love » a much important, higher meaning.
shakespeare's romeo and juliet had opened the world to different types of love, erasing the standard of the typical love scenarios known to the world and making place for the difficult and painful ones. but whether it was the most powerful one, had never been known to humans.
were feelings of hatred and disdain turned into passionate feelings stronger than the love, built up on years of friendship? the affection that grew after years of true care for each other? the true kind of love could not find its veritable definition. the connection based on the free will of two people somehow defied physics when it was analyzed deeply.
but trust was not any easier. in fact it turned out to be even harder because how could one person be able to trust another person blindly? when one doesn't even trust himself, how would one be able to trust another human, with the same flaws as itself?
for amara, love had always been somewhat suspicious to her. the idea of sharing herself to another person, letting that person into the deepest parts of her did not seem very appealing to her. she could never truly let go of her. if you wanted to love her, you had to satisfy yourself with the 90% she allowed you to have. and yet, even with her carefulness and high-alert to it, she had trusted and given 95% of herself.
she couldn't trust anymore — how could she? not when the additional five percent she had allowed evan to have, had been used against her. he had humiliated her before breaking her heart. the stepping and trashing of it did not help her very much. but the trust she had given away and it had been misused, she would always cry after it.
evan and her had lived in completely different worlds and yet a whisper of media and suddenly they found themselves on the same platform. maybe if she never had gone to that beauty event, he wouldn't have talked to her. and her so-called friends could have never pushed her to seek after him if they hadn't been captured by the press. the moment she would have tasted the poison of him — the moment she should read the articles of him and her instead of crushing on him — she would've spit him out and left his radar at the first chance she would have got.
she had been naive back then. a child thrown into the celebrity world with no one to guide her, fresh meat for the hungry wolves, just waiting for a weak lamb to stumble upon them. it was clear that he had used her — the young rising star, being thrown into the industry without any knowledge — it was easy to use her. to amara, evan represented the false friend, the crisis of her faith when she had not been sure whether to even accept his invitation.
amara had seen the red flags and deliberately chosen to ignore them — her first mistake. she knew she should have left him when he had started downgrading her but she stayed — her second mistake. another door had opened when she had met his parents and they had undermined her, racist side marks the entire evening and she had taken them all and yet she had stayed. another mistake. there had been so many signs that she had chosen to ignore — simply, because he had made her feel loved, desired. and the bullet had hit her when her safety bubble had burst.
it had never been clear to her what had been her motive. why she couldn't have just gone on her way instead of blushing and attire his attention. evan had never made it worth staying, amara realized as she looked back even though deep down she knew the reason. why she had never left.
evan had always given her enough to make her stay, ignore the bright red flags and issues he had. she had been young, a fresh adult with no experiences on love. he had realized quickly, he had enough good to make her stay through the bad. to never even question a leave. she endured cheating scandals because he knew how to win her back, he knew how to make the bad outweigh the good for a moment before all began again.
in the end, she celebrated his love and he tolerated it.
she regretted a lot of thing but mostly, the loss of her innocent adult years. where memories used to be things that made her smile and not emotions that could be used as weapon. every touch he had left on her had turned out to be a scar, ugly and dark, carving her for life. she had not planned on trusting again.
and then life introduced her to kylian.
he somehow made the idea of love less disgusting. showed her the kind type of love that also existed. that next to painful and unstable it could also be reassuring and calming. still it wasn't sufficient for an "us". and kylian was left, picking up the pieces.
the longer she stayed in her relationship, the smaller the pieces got, her heart breaking so many times, some pieces would never be found again. but kylian had found a solution — he would fill the gaps with love. and somehow it was working and she found herself falling again, the easy part of love.
their relationship was blooming like the first flower fighting her way through after decades of ice growing over its ground. he broke the high walls that had built around her, had formed a security wall. a new bond had been created between them, building and strengthening over their deepness and the easiness of being vulnerable in front of each other.
that they knew where they were standing with each other, made it even easier for amara. she could be open with kylian, there were no overthinkings with him, no contemplating. her relationship with kylian allowed her to be her own true self.
and the changes of it were quickly recognisable, with smiles becoming more and more frequent. gloomy eyes were replaced with bright grins and her eyes were slowly starting to regain their twinkle back, the origin of her success and career.
with kylian waiting for amara to get her trust and confidence back, the singer started to open up more, go back to her old sunshine-self as she had been known as. the balance in her life was restoring, equalizing her career and private life again. and amara could go back to living in bliss, actually experiencing the innocent feeling of amore, she had not been allowed to feel during her time with evan.
she was falling hard like a plane flying straight-down to the ground. the overwhelming rush of emotions flooding her heart, becoming more and more each second she passed with the french striker. the realization had struck her at night, as she had worked on her song, hitting her with the speed of lighting: she was undeniably in love with him.
she was swimming in a sea of emotions, with no shore or land in sight. her eyes viewed kylian in a different light now — he wasn't the charming footballer anymore, with easygoing and playful character. instead he had upgraded to the man, who had giving her inspiration again. her muse and for amara, this held higher significance than anything else.
how she had ever lived without him, she didn't know. how could she have made all these days in Paris without the air in her apartment spreading the scent of love and comfort, the certain safety that looked everywhere whenever he was there. she cherished every second spent in his presence, treasuring each moment as if it were a precious gem.
amara had given kylian everything. she was willing to repeat her mistake, let him have a part of her she had never given away before. all the times she stood in front of the mirror and since the entry of his life, all of sudden she saw herself different. as if she had never seen herself before.
and kylian knew she was scared. he was aware she was hoping to be spared of all this, the process of falling in love again, afraid of all those dark feelings returning from her previous failed relationship. but she wasn't alone in her feelings. deep down, he was scared too, angst sometimes lurking in his mind as he thought about her and their growing relationship. but just as quickly as those feelings came, they were gone again and it all started to make sense to him again — he would take the leap of faith anytime again.
they would never admit to each other just how much the other meant to them — both afraid to overstep boundaries.
it was the reason why kylian would never know how much it meant to her when he would hold her, press tiny kisses on her temple when they sat down to watch a movie. how it was able to change the way she saw herself when he complimented her. she was willing to give herself to him if he accepted the part of her, she had never let loose before.
and amara would never know, she was the reason, he was being himself again. she would never hold the knowledge that the night they had met, had been for him to grow out of his misery after his own failed relationship. how her messages transferred smiles onto his faces that even his teammates started to grow suspicious.
a certain vulnerability loomed over them, their hearts exposed to the other. and that same vulnerability was covered with soft smiles, silent confessions of love, glimpses into the depths of each others' souls. love had the power to transform, to shape and create. it was able to bury insecurities, flaws, hatred... love had the power to give new beginnings to old things.
especially in her case, love had given her something so important, it had given her inspiration, a new muse for her music. kylian fitted her in every way possible. even more because he loved her just because she — in his eyes. in his eyes she wasn't amara imani, and he had fallen in love with her plain self, with her just being amara.
she didn't need to be more to make his world lighten up, her laugh was enough. and she didn't need to wear makeup to be the most beautiful girl in the room — she could wear a potato bag and still win miss universe in his opinion.
sometimes even the simplest of loves were the most beautiful ones. the one, where one could see how trust and love were built around moments spent with each other, finding your soulmate, best friend in your loved one. world's could never describe how this was an entire different feeling from just falling in love. and loving every part, every flaw and still seeing beauty was another different thing.
even to herself, amara couldn't explain why kylian's laugh attracted her so much. it could have been his body, after all he was built very well, his face, his status — but no, for amara the most attractive thing on kylian was his smile.
she started to drown out, not even listening anymore but just memorizing his smile to the finest detail. the way, kylian couldn't help but to laugh before even recounting what had happened that made him burst into laughter like this. she gazed at him with so much love in her eyes, adoration, fondness. his giggles filled the air, tearing all of amara's attention to them as he recounted with animated gestures. the last thing she remembered was that something funny at training session had happened today but what exactly it was, she didn't know. by then she had already completely spaced out, staring at kylian instead and his smile.
the time passed with amara and kylian are still lost in each other's company. they both enjoyed the moments where they did not have to wear a mask, could be completely themselves. they were only amara and kylian with each. two normal persons, trying to navigate their way through life. but of course, they couldn't escape it forever, time and responsibilities always caught up.
glancing at the clock, she gasped when she saw how late it already was. truthfully, for their standards, it wasn't really late but she knew kylian had an away match tomorrow and couldn't afford to be tired there.
"kylian," she began softly, nudging the french forwards' shoulder, "it's late. you need to go."
"are you trying to get rid of me?" he retorted jokingly, grinning at her.
she rolled her eyes, amusement clear on her face, "never. but you have an away match and i kind of don't fancy you being benched."
he gasped, putting a hand on his heart dramatically. "omg, you actually care for me." he exclaimed, his grin spreading wider when she lightly slapped him neck this time. "but are you actually going to watch my match this weekend?"
"you're acting as if i haven't watched your last two matches." she replied sarcastically.
kylian waved dismissively, "yeah but we lost those. and i'm really sure we're going to win this one. and, i don't mean to brag, but i kind of am a big deal so it should be really entertaining."
amara bursted out laughing, placing a hand in front of her mouth to stop her but it was useless. "sure...," she trailed off, a mocking tone distinguishable in her voice. "it's not like i have anything better to do this weekend, no of course not. i can already feel how excited i am to watch you run after a ball for one and a half hours."
"glad to know this is how you feel about me," kylian replied, his face scrunching up which made amara laugh even more.
"you should start selling tickets just for people to watch you, not the team but just you." amara suggested, "it'll be called the donatello experience, after all you do kind of look like him. but the wish version." she added, squirming when kylian suddenly started to tickle her.
her laughter rang through the entire apartment, her begs going down in laughs as kylian tickled her all over. it was perfect. this moment was everything her and even were not and for the first time in a long time. amara was not thinking about her worries, the only thing on her mind was kylian - her kylian. she knew that god was a woman, but her favorite angel was definitely kylian.
"you think it's an insult, i take it as a compliment," he stated proudly and amara raised her eyebrows, an incredulous expression on her face at his words. "but you know, you're kind of right. i should definitely start the mbappé experience. i mean after all, who wouldn't want to see this beauty," he let a hand run down his face, posing extravagantly which started another small laugh flash of amara.
"people would start reclaiming their money if they spent it to watch you fall every twenty minutes. but what's money when you can watch the imperialistic, majestic, phenomenal kylian mbappé try to score goals, right?"
"ha ha," he replied dryly, glaring at the singer in front of him. "aren't you funny?"
amara smirked, mischievous glint in her eyes, "i know i am. you don't have to remind me."
"and people say, i have a big ego," kylian muttered under his breath, but still loud enough for amara to hear, "they clearly haven't met you."
"your ego is bigger than france itself," amara retorted, "i'm just trying to match your energy."
"glad we're on the same page."
"of course we are. if it wasn't for me, who would remind you of your frequent moments of mediocrity and knock you off your high horse?" amara explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "i'll be here, sitting on my couch, cheering you on as i watch you miss a penalty by a mile."
instead of answering with another sarcastic comment, the french striker stood up and pulled off the blue psg-hoodie he was wearing. amara's eyes widened as she spotted his abs, clearly visible through the tight white shirt he was wearing beneath. he threw it into amara's lap without another word, the smell of his cologne immediately picked up by her nose.
"you're giving me your hoodie? what for? i can easily order myself a psg jersey," she questioned, looking at him confused.
he shrugged dismissively again, "faut que je encourage mon plus grand supporter, tu ne trouve pas? without whose words, i probably wouldn't have scored my incoming hattrick." — don't you think?
she pulled the sweatshirt closer to her chest and put it on, laughing as she saw how big it was on her body. "aww, thank you. you thought of me. to how many girls have you already given this?"
"none," kylian replied deadpan, nodding in affirmation when amara raised her eyebrows. "you're the first."
"i feel honored, thank you so much. maybe, i'll sell it on ebay." she said cheerfully and threw a last glance at the time on her phone. "kylian, you really need to go now if you don't plan on warming the bench tomorrow."
he held his hands up in surrender. "d'accord, je m'en vais déjà." — okay, i'm already leaving
kylian lifted himself up from the sofa, reaching for his belongings. amara quickly put on some slippers and accompanied him to the door, in a way it felt like this was a death march. as if amara would never see him again, which was quite the opposite in reality. they had spent the whole day together, yet it felt like it wasn't enough. to the two of them not even forever could fill their need for one another, and with kylian going away for a match. their need to be close to each other had never been stronger.
they stood at the door, looking at each other, their regards completely enamored. his hand brushed gently against hers, surroundings entirely drowning out. for some reason, this goodbye felt different. the usual warmth was discernible in his eyes, the smell of his cologne filled the air, intensified this time because of his hoodie that was gracing her body, a comfortable atmosphere laid around them. and yet, neither moved. they were caught in their moment.
it reminded amara of their first meeting, the morning after. when they had been at his apartment and she was in kylian's position. they would have stayed there too for hours if her phone hadn't rang. but this time, there were no distractions. it was just the two of them, waiting for the other to make a move and yet neither of the two wanted to disrupt the moment.
he contemplated in his head, mind running high — was this the moment he had longed for? when she would finally make a step forward instead of her three steps back each time something like this happened? all he wanted to do at the moment was to take her head into his palms and press his lips on hers. but he also knew that it wouldn't be fair towards her.
she needed the time to heal and move forward from her insecurities, her doubts about love. and he had sworn to himself several times to give it to her. he could wait for years, it would be okay. she was the only woman in his thoughts at the moment. they didn't need to rush. for him, it was the most obvious thing that he liked her in every kind of way. they could be in a room full of diamonds and yet she would still shine the brightest.
he leaned down, close enough to hear amara's heart beat pound quickly, his lips brushing her skin swiftly as he pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. for a second everything stood still, the earth stopped in its tracks. and it was just them, as the innocent gesture made them both freeze. was it the wrong decision? maybe. was it too soon? maybe. but all kylian could say was he did not regret it.
the kiss did not leave them unbothered. the sensation of his touch, his skin on hers sent shivers down her spine, the spot where he had kissed her burning with heat. and yet she felt a bit of disappointment. a part of her had thought it would have been more, longed for more.
and kylian somehow sensed it. he could feel her bit of disappointment that was going through her. he placed her hands in his, smiling at her fondly, so much love in his gesture, "i know you're disappointed. but i did not want our first kiss to be a goodbye kiss. i promised myself, i would make our first kiss unforgettable and wait till you're ready for us."
as he spoke, how could she be mad at him? when he was that considerate of her feelings; when he was able to read her like an open book? she looked up at him, eyes reflecting every of her emotions that she currently felt and a smile broke out on her lips.
"will you wait forever?"
"if you want me too, i will."
"you're too good for me, ky," amara muttered, still playing with the footballer's hands.
he shook his head, her smile mirroring on his face, "not too good. just perfect." he leaned his back towards the wall, watching their reflection in the mirror. "he didn't deserve you. he never did."
as they slowly, with lots of reluctance let go of each other's hands, another atmosphere built up. they didn't have to say anything, they knew what they thought. next to the warmth and love filling the air, there was also a sense of safety. they felt safe with each other. she wasn't just amara anymore, the person he fell in love with and wanted to show her his love. she had changed into amara, the person he felt safe with that he loved.
the first time they had been in this situation, the roles were reversed and he had to hold on to the hope of it all, that they would meet again. that she wouldn't push him back, and she hadn't. so even though she had never been his, he had lived for her. given things up for her because his sense of amore had been so innocent, so hopeful that their faiths would intertwine.
"so... i can count on you cheering me on from your couch?"
she nodded firmly, "no place i would rather be at that time," she replied in the same cheerful tone, her soft smile still decorating her face. "by the way, it wouldn't have been a goodbye kiss," she added as kylian stepped through the door, her words making the french forward stop and turn around.
"well, this isn't a goodbye, cherié," he responded, "just a, see you soon."
both were grinning widely when amara closed the door behind her. a cocktail of emotions rushed through her, her mind replaying the past few minutes in her head over and over. her hand reached for her cheek, the touch of his lips on her cheek still recent. even as she sat down on the couch, her mind still thought back to the moment they had shared at the door, their step forward.
even kylian couldn't wipe the smile of his face as he made his way home. he ignored the questionable look from his chauffeur, his mind still thinking back to the moment that had just happened. the soft and gentle kiss he had left on her cheek held much more significance. it was a symbol for their step forward.
𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄
𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚'𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔
amara — beyoncé knockoff
liyah — hilary banks 🤑
grace — gracey undercover
beyoncé knockoff
i kind of miss you guys
scratch that, i actually
miss you so much
hilary banks 🤑
this bitch drunk again?
hilary banks 🤑
r u drunk again?
you're only emotional when you're drunk
beyoncé knockoff
can't a girl miss her besties
gracey undercover
nah, she's definitely drunk
we literally talk to each other
over the phone every day
in case you forgot, i'm your pr-manager
beyoncé knockoff
choke
i'm not drunk
i just miss seeing you, it's been weeks
gracey undercover
aww, we miss seeing your beautiful face too
gracey undercover
she's kind of right, it's actually been kind of long since we all saw each other
beyoncé knockoff
paris is lonely without y'all
next girls night out is on me
hilary banks 🤑
we're sorry
not everybody can go into
hiding immediately
beyoncé knockoff
acting as if i did this on purpose
anyway i'm bored
by the way, did you see the article about e*an and his girlfriend at the mtv awards?
hilary banks 🤑
i thought we agreed not to talk about this asshole anymore
BUT LIKE SAME
AND THE WAY THEY'RE SAYING, YOU'RE THE ONE LEFT BEHIND
gracey undercover
we can always sue them if you want
this was more than just talking about henderson and his new trophy girlfriend
they woke up and chose violence
beyoncé knockoff
it's the part where they say
'i pale in comparison to her'
like, i'm sorry my job is not
to just sit still and look pretty
hilary banks 🤑
that nepo baby has probably never even lifted a finger to work for something
gracey undercover
don't worry i'll take care of it
and e*an will definitely eat his words
"not truly working between us"
THE AUDACITY
beyoncé knockoff
his last text messages
between us say different
but who cares?
gracey undercover
do me the favour though and don't go on social media rn, it's shitty there
hilary banks 🤑
gracey's kind of right, it does look bad at the moment
beyoncé knockoff
dw wasn't planning to
i know what they're saying bout
me without being on the internet
anyway, i'm over it already
liyah, how was fashion week?
where was it again?
hilary banks 🤑
awesome
monaco = lots of casinos
way too much free alcohol and great clothes
beyoncé knockoff
nothing more??
hilary banks 🤑
don't know what you're talking about
gracey undercover
so monaco doesn't ring a certain bell??
hilary banks 🤑
idk what you're talking about
beyoncé knockoff
LIYAH
hilary banks 🤑
AMARA
beyoncé knockoff
WHAT'S THIS GRACE JUST SEND ME PRIVATELY?
YOU HAVE A NEW MAN?
WAIT
YOU BAGGED CHARLES LECLERC!!!!
gracey undercover
AND SHE PROBABLY WOULDN'T HAVE TOLD US IF WE DIDN'T ASK AFTER FASHION WEEK
hilary banks 🤑
guys....
beyoncé knockoff
THIS YOU?
hilary banks 🤑
it's still very new
i didn't know it spread this quick
but let me add, his ferrari collection>>>>>
and he feeds me pasta everyday
gracey undercover
SPILL BITCH
beyoncé knockoff
we wanna know the deeds
how did this shit happen
hilary banks 🤑
well, i was supposed to go on blind date but asshole never showed up
and charles ordered me a bottle of wine
and invited me to his table then,
apparently he saw me being sad
gracey undercover
omgggg
a one night stand??
hilary banks 🤑
nahhh
he took me out for dinner first
we spend a few days together
and he's literally amazing
skilled everywhere
beyoncé knockoff
damn, girl
where has he been
this whole time
why did you even bother
with sean or james
gracey undercover
FR
she's deep in
hilary banks 🤑
james could have never and let's
not even talk about sean
let's not disrespect charles like that
james would have never let me drive his
pista
hilary banks 🤑
now that i think of it,
james didn't even have one
beyoncé knockoff
PISTA? A FERRARI PISTA
hilary banks 🤑
he has a customized one
beyoncé knockoff
JEALOUSSSS
(don't you dare quote my song now)
gracey undercover
but like, how's it going?
hilary banks 🤑
he's so charming and cute
i feel like every adjective i try to use does
not fit, it's just too good.
and his smile — his smile is adorable.
he made me fall in love in just two days
like i was instantly gone
especially with his dimples.
impossible not to fall for him
beyoncé knockoff
WE NEED TO MEET HIM ASAP
gracey undercover
he got our girl down bad
beyoncé knockoff
she's actually in love
hilary banks 🤑
all jokes aside, i really like him
like him and me are
no weird situationships, no toxic exes that
spam my dms full
all the rumors about f1 drivers being players??
beyoncé knockoff
she's in love
let's hope he doesn't screw
it up like james did.
gracey undercover
if he does, i'm gonna be his next nightmare
i'll make him match his car
beyoncé knockoff
but we can't wait to meet him in person
hilary banks 🤑
how about we stop talking about
my man and focus on the reason,
amara's hyped again
gracey undercover
YES
CAUSE WHY IS THIS
BITCH CALLING ME AT
TWO IN THE MORNING
hilary banks 🤑
AND DON'T EVEN TRY TO DENY IT
WE'VE KNOWN YOU FOR YEARS
gracey undercover
SPILL THE BEANS
beyoncé knockoff
don't know what
you're talking about
there's no one
hilary banks 🤑
at least try to sound convincing
we're your best friends
your soul sisters
gracey undercover
by definition
it's our job to pry into your life
gracey undercover
and you're never up at two
in the morning
hilary banks 🤑
TELL US, WHO GOT YOU
DOWN SO BAD
beyoncé knockoff
...
fine
so there's this guy, kylian
and we met here
hilary banks 🤑
SHE ACTUALLY HAS A MAN
beyoncé knockoff
not gonna lie
my heart is going crazy for him
like he is kind of perfect
gracey undercover
OMGGG
WHAT HAS THIS BITCH
BEEN KEEPING FROM US
hilary banks 🤑
SPILL
what's he like?
beyoncé knockoff
HE'S SO HOT AND FUNNY AND
HE KEEPS UP WITH MY SARCASM.
HE ACTUALLY MAKES ME LAUGH
AND HE KNOWS LITERALLY
EVERYTHING ABOUT ME IN THE
SHORT TIME THAT WE'VE
KNOWN. HE BROUGHT ME MY
FAVORITE WINE BECAUSE I
MENTIONED IT ONCE AND HE
WATCHED LEGALLY BLONDE WITH
ME WHAT EVAN NEVER DID. HE'S
JUST PERFECT IN EVERY SENSE AND
HIS SMILE IS TOO DIE FOR,
ESPECIALLY HIS TWO SMALL DIPS
THAT LOOK LIKE DIMPLES. HES TOO DIE FOR. IM MESMERIZED WHENEVER HE
TALKS AND I CANT GET HIM OUT OF
MY HEAD. HES JUST PERFECT EVERYWHERE
hilary banks 🤑 took a screenshot
gracey undercover took a screenshot
hilary banks 🤑
EMOTIONAL RANTS???
IT'S GETTING GOOD
gracey undercover
don't mind us, just for future purposes
beyoncé knockoff
idk how to describe but like we just click,
we don't have to say anything but
immediately understand each other
and there's never any boredom between
us. even in silence we're comfortable
it starts to feel a bit like home
gracey undercover
hilary banks 🤑
SHE IS DOWN BAD
gracey undercover
does he know you feel bout him that way?
beyoncé knockoff
he knows
like, we both know that we have feelings
but i told him, i'm not ready
and he understands that
said, he was willing to wait for me
gracey undercover
KEEP HIM
hilary banks 🤑
HE'S PERFECT
gracey undercover
I WANT ONE OF HIM TOO
what does he even look like?
beyoncé knockoff
hilary banks 🤑
WHO IS THAT?
WAIT I THINK I KNOW HIM
gracey undercover
DAMN AMARA
WHAT THE HELL BITCH
HOW COULD YOU KEEP HIM FROM US
hilary banks 🤑
HE'S THAT PLAYER FROM PSG RIGHT?
THE FRENCH STRIKER
SCORED THREE GOALS IN THE WC FINAL??
gracey undercover
WAIT KYLIAN MBAPPÉ
A FOOTBALL PLAYER?
AMARA???
— INCOMING FACETIME CALL
giggling, amara accepted the call quickly, her smile widening as she stared at her two best friends. her laugh intensified, looking at liyah's serious face.
"usually, i am the first to veto football players after what happened with grace but if he's anything like what you told us," liyah trailed off excitingly, "if you don't go for him, i will personally smack the shit out of you." liyah threatened jokingly, "that man literally has you smiling like the cheshire cat and—"
"is that his hoodie?" grace cut her off, pointing at the navy blue sweatshirt on amara's body. their eyes immediately spotted the small number seven, engraved at the top corner of the shirt.
she looked away shyly, nodding and instantly laughing at the shocked faces of her friends. "he gave it to me, sort of support. said that, if i can't come to his matches, then at least i'll be supporting him from my apartment."she explained, smiling brightly.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" grace questioned her incredulously, while liyah was still looking for words to describe the behavior of their friend. "HE IS DOWN FOR YOU."
"girls, it's not that easy. i like him, i truly do but things are not the same for me as they were for you and charles." amara muttered, her smile shining less. "i can't just go for him."
their expressions were soft, a certain fondness for their best friend recognizable as they looked at her. liyah spoke first, "if this is because of evan, i can promise you, it's not going to be like that the next time. this time, we're here and not those fake, backstabbing snakes. and the moment we see a red flag in kylian, we'll make sure he never ever plays football again."
she sighed heavily, hands running frustratingly over her face. "i am a mess at the moment. i can't even step outside because of this stupid scandal. and he's kylian, france's golden boy. he doesn't deserve to be dragged down because of me." she confessed, a heavy weight falling off her shoulders.
"amara, the last thing you need to do is think of yourself as a burden." grace told her in a scolding tone, "kylian is old enough to choose whom he wants to associate himself with. and if chose you, that's because he likes you. you literally said that he was willing to wait till you were ready to move forward."
"men like them only come once in a lifetime," liyah added to support grace's statement. "and sometimes you just have to trust. don't take this as me pushing you to get into a relationship but we want you to figure it out. you're the only one who knows when you're ready or not and neither your reputation nor your career are going to change that. it's just you."
"is it even a good idea for two celebrities to date? i don't need a repeat of what happened with evan. this thing escalates again and i'm done," she explained worriedly. "i am trying to rise from the ashes. i can do it once but if this fails, i can't do it twice. and the risk of it is too high for me."
amara jumped when suddenly a pillow was thrown towards the camera, rolling her eyes lightly at liyah's antics. she was known for her way of always overdramatizing everything.
this time was no different.
"mar, honestly i don't really know if kylian is the right guy. the only thing I know though is that he cares. and maybe he's not the right person. but at least you'll have tried." grace assured her, smiling softly at her while liyah held her thumbs up. "sometimes you have to kiss several frogs to find your prince."
"you've got no idea how thankful i am for this," she replied thankfully, accepting grace's advice. "truly do not know where i would be without you two."
standing up from the sofa, she rummaged through her notebooks till she found the one she had opened recently and wrote her newest song down. she brought it back to her place, sitting down again and listening to her two best friends talk as she edited her lyrics. she must have spaced out very quickly since suddenly, a high pitched scream was heard through her phone.
"OMG, SHE'S WRITING!" liyah exclaimed, making amara look up in shock. she was met with a gleeful expression on liyah's face, looking at the camera and a similar looking one on grace. "NEW MUSIC IS COMING!"
grace shook her head at liyah even though they were used to it by now. "is that the project you told me about? the one from two o'clock in the morning?"
amara gave a nod and smiled at the excitement in her friends' faces. "songwriting is on again, i guess."
"you said, you were taking a pause."
"no, i was just in a slump because of my mediocre second album," amara objected quickly, "but now i'm high on motivation again and i'm keen on beating those critics and haters, who called me forgettable."
"is the song already finished?" grace asked her curiously. "do you want me to arrange something for recording or?"
amara closed the small notebook, placing it on the table in front of her. "no, i want to write several ones before i even think of going to the studio. like i said, this time i need to exceed. not just reach my expectation but exceed them. and i'm going to do that."
"damn, where's the inspiration coming from?" liyah exclaimed.
amara smirked, mischievous glint apparent in her eyes. "he gave it to me."
𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄
ninja turtle (wish version)
amara:
kylian?
u still awake?
kylian:
always for u
amara:
i wrote a song today
kylian:
mine right?
amara:
score a goal for me and we'll see
kylian:
this is torture
amara:
writing a song is not for everyone
takes time and patience
not that you'd know
kylian:
can i at least know
what it's about?
amara:
about a certain football player
who thinks he's the best in world
and needs to be humbled with a disstrack
he's needs to be brought back to earth
kylian:
a disstrack?
when have i ever offended you??
amara:
constantly stealing my food is a big crime
by the way, shouldn't you actually be
asleep right now
you have a match tomorrow
kylian:
you're the one who texted me
and it's one we'll easily win
amara:
boy, you're not man city
get off your high horse
you still play at paris
kylian:
we're still champions of france
and your ego is just as bad as mine
btw i never even asked you
what's your favorite team?
amara:
om
a shame, they're always
losing in classicos
reminds me of another team internationally
kylian:
💀
fr now
amara:
you could have just googled but fine...
liverpool fc
the reds always cheer me up
and now go to sleep before i block you
i expect a hat-trick tomorrow
kylian:
i'll even score four if
that makes you happier
amara:
don't tempt me mbappé
kylian:
don't block me pls
amara:
then go to sleep
kylian:
fine
...
maman
amara:
↳ *cia's quick rambles* ༉‧₊˚✧
so sadly the picture limit on wattpad is only 20 images so i had to change some dialogs to make the pictures lesser but you can always see all the stickers i use on wattpad. and as a quick forewarning, chapter three is gonna he heavy but i'll put trigger warnings on it. also this was kinda a filler chapter where not much is happening but thx for reading anyways :). <3