Maybe going on the internet wasn't a good idea, Libby thought as she opened another news article.
Elizabeth Stimme & Hope Solo, USA Women's Football team, to train with Germany?!
Elizabeth Stimme and Hope Solo have alledgedly agreed to train alongside the German National Team in preperation for a game in a few months. Is this just a hoax, a publicity stunt, or just a new love that has sprouted in between the young girls and the Germans?
Read more to find out.
As Libby finished the article, cringing everytime they wrote Elizabeth, she locked her phone.
She should've expected this, but for some reason it hit her with a large thud. Most of the articles were negative, saying words such as "whore and slut" against Hope and Libby.
Libby knew that Hope wouldn't care, everyone knew that she was a major flirt and always got her way, so she wasn't a problem, but she was worried about her own reputation.
She usually strayed from the media attention, and her coach had said it was going to be good for publicity.
As she got dressed, Libby tried to change her thoughts to the dinner that Hope and she were supposed to go to.
It was probably another publicity thing, she thought, her mouth in her usual frown. She slipped on a strapless and shiny black dress, that looked a bit purple from an angle.
She pulled on some black tights and black boot heels, taking out her hair, which tumbled down her shoulders in a messy heap. Libby brushed it out and mussed it up a bit.
The only problem was that Libby was brutally sore. From all of the training in the past week, of course. All of her muscles ached with an infuriating pain that shot through her every time she moved.
But it was worth it. She was getting a lot better, and she was becoming good friends with Thomas and not to mention Erik. She sort of looked forward to the early morning practices and late night evenings with them, if she were to be honest.
Content with herself, Libby walked out of the door, Hope waiting in the car. Hope was sporting a bright purple and short dress. Looking perfect as always.
Hope, on the other hand, was distraught and not getting any better, in her attempts to pursue Bastian and Manuel at the same time.
Libby's mood was off though, and Hope noticed.
"What's eating at you, Libs?" Hope asked, flipping off the music.
"hm?" Libby perked up, "Oh, uh, nothing."
"Yeah, sure," Hope laughed a bit.
"Fine, I've been reading the news articles, Hope," Libby sighed. Hope rolled her eyes, turning onto the street.
"Elizabeth, I told you not to read those. They are stupid and selfish, okay?" Hope said sternly, clenching her teeth.
The last time Libby had seen Hope this worked up was when the media and paparazzi had gotten ahold of a really gruesome story of Hope. But that wasn't important at the moment.
"Yeah, yeah."
The rest of the car ride was silent, as Hope's knuckles were starch white, gripping the steering wheel hard.
"AH! It Liebe and 'Ope!" Mesut shouted in his soft accent as they exited the car. Hope waved, obviously unshaken by anything that had been previously said.
Libby wished she could do that, but her feelings lay inside her, building up until one day they would come spilling out in a mass of anger and hurt.
Libby took a deep sigh again, trudging behind Hope.
They got into an elevator, Mesut kindly complimenting them and asking how their day had been.
"Nice not having practice again, eh?" Mesut laughed. They nodded in relief, and shufled out of the elevator.
They thought they would be fine, until they got inside and saw everyone in their nice suits and ties, line along the tables.
Their "team" stood up immediately to greet them, broad smiles stuck on their faces.
"Oh this 'Ope, so beautiful?" Bastian took her hand and kissed it. Hope tried not to turn a bright red, but moved onward, ignoring Bastian completely, who looked like he had been smacked by someone.
Ouch.
Bastian pulled Libby in for a hug, which she gladly accepted, still startstruck by him, and if she wasn't mistaken, she saw Bastian glare at Hope.
Hope saw this and grabbed Manuel and almost squeezed his insides, but Manuel just giggled and hugged her back.
What was even happening, Libby shook her head, shaking Manuel's hand. Libby couldn't help but stare at all of their eyes. They all had different and amazing eyes.
Thomas smiled and waved at Libby, but that was about it. Finally, Erik was standing awkwardly, looking amazing in his sharp suit, his hair slicked back.
But Libby didn't want a Hope-like incident, so she merely shook his hand, trying to get a glimpse of his bright eyes.
She found them the most mesmerizing out of all of them for some reason.
They sat down, which was a blur and Libby found herself wedged between an uncomfortable looking Hope and on her other side, Bastian. In front of her was Erik, which she was relieved, until she saw Thomas on his left.
They all glanced around anxiously, again thinking the same thing,
this was going to a great dinner.
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The only one who had no idea of what was actually happening, was Mesut. Thomas noticed that Mesut was laughing and joking around, but everyone else was glaring and sighing continuously.
As they ordered their food, some platters of chicken and seafood, the tension kind of broke.
It was as if all of them decided that if they had spent a week together already, why was this dinner going to be awkward?
If Thomas hadn't known better, Libby seemed a bit squirmish and hesitant, constantly looking aorund, probably checking for paparazzi.
"Liebe, you okay?" Thomas asked as she twirled her fork in the spaghetti. She turned a faint red and cleared her throat.
Libby was mostly always honest, and she decided to tell everyone what was on her mind.
"I-I read some articles on the internet about...about us." Libby chose her words carefully. Hope was probably stabbing her pasta to her side, but she didn't make eye contact with anyone.
She felt an arm from her right side clamp down on her. Bastian grinned heavily, a small trace of concern, that made Libby's heart swell with gratitude.
"Liebe, you no listen to what they say. Just be happy happy happy." Bastian joked, pulling her closer with each "happy." Libby couldn't help but actually feel happy. Bastian was the older brother she never had, but then again so was Philipp.
She turned back to everyone who just raised their glasses and joined her in a toast.
It was silent, and Hope burst out.
"To us," And without hesitation everyone clinked glasses.
"To us." Libby said proudly, meeting Erik's eyes, who cheerfully held her gaze as they sipped their drinks.
They hadn't spoken very much, but they walked side by side to the elevator, still not speaking. She figured his Englishwasn't very good. It wasn't like she had an interest in him, or any of them.
That would just make the article true.
They all squeezed into the elevator, surely too small for the 8 of them.
The moment Libby got on next to Erik, she knew it was a mistake. Her face dug into his chest, her hand flying up to his chest as well to avoid touching them in awkward places.
Erik was alarmed, but playfully smiled, amused by this move, pulling her out of Thomas's way, who just crashed a bit into Philipp.
Thomas's hand accidently grazed her butt, causing Libby to flutter around, bumping into Manuel and Hope falling into Bastian.
There were collective gasps and a few shrieks, from lord knows who.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." All of the men muttered, holding their heads down and red faces flourishing.
"Um." Hope mumbled, staggering up, Manuel pulling her off. Erik grabbed Libby's hand, so she didn't fall, and Thomas hoisting himself up after falling on Libby.
Mesut and Phillip were standing there, trying to assess the situation, as the elevator door unfolded, reavealing everything to a couple of cameramen who started taking pictures.
Libby gulped, seeing the headlines in the flashing cameras and shouting guards.
Bastian Schweinsteiger and Manuel Neuer-fighting over Hope Solo, while Libby Stimme is pulled between Erik Durm and Thomas Muller?
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uh oh! did ya see that coming? (sorry for not updating for a long time i was on a trip and school ew)
i hope not. that would make me soooooo predictable lol. i kinda hate myself for the two way thing with boith of them, and im trying to tone down bope and mope (wow i sound so awk)
anyway COMMENT BELOW NAD LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK AND WHAT YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN BC ILY
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