Mg's Scenario game Results. Part 7

Gina- Masked ball, a passport, Iker

Fumbling around in my handbag as the queue behind me got bigger and bigger, I almost felt like bursting into tears. I was sure I’d packed the damn thing, I’d even checked about fifty times before I’d left my house that morning to make sure I didn’t forget it. I wasn’t going to get far without a passport now, was I? Screaming in frustration as I tipped the entire contents of my bag onto the counter, I looked through the contents only to find that it wasn’t there. I went bright red and shoved the lot back into my bag carelessly, already feeling like I was going to cry and that was before I turned around to apologise to the people behind me for the hold up. An angry looking man dressed in a smart black suit pushed his way past me, muttering something under his breath and suddenly, I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks. I didn’t stop even when someone called out to me and tried to get my attention. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and die of embarrassment.

I was meant to be flying out to Madrid to help my boss organise a masked ball for the Real Madrid squad to celebrate their title win, and now I had a cat’s chance in hell of getting there on time. Making my way back out where it was less crowded, I tried to remember where I could have put that pesky passport. I knew I’d taken it with me, I remembered clutching it in my hand during the drive down to the airport before putting it in my back pocket. My back pocket! I reached into it, pulling out the passport and waving it around like a madwoman. I must have looked insane to anyone passing by at that precise moment, but I didn’t care. I was so happy to have found it; I was beyond caring what I looked like dancing around in the almost deserted terminal. Making my way back to the check in, I groaned as I realised I’d have to queue up all over again. At least I was still going to have a job at the end of this.

The flight was a relatively pleasant one, which was surprising considering the nightmare start I’d had to the day. By that evening, I really didn’t care what the consequences would be, I wanted to get drunk and have a good time. After all the hard work I’d put into organising this ball, I thought it was the least I deserved! Sitting down at the bar, I ordered a drink, looking around the crowded room. It seemed to be a hit with the players, and everyone had stuck to the dress code. I held back a laugh as I spotted Sergio Ramos in the corner wearing a mask that made him look remarkably like Zorro. He was talking to Pavi, so I thought I might as well go over and see what they were up to. Just as I’d got to my feet, I felt a little light headed and swayed to the right, barely managing to hold myself up. I cursed as I looked down at my heels. I hated wearing them because they made my usual clumsiness ten times worse. I looked even less graceful if that was possible. I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, and I tried to turn around to see who had saved me from yet another embarrassment. When they were sure I could balance by myself, they loosened their grip on me, allowing me to turn around. I found myself looking into a pair of twinkling brown eyes, the slight cheeky glint telling me that this person wasn’t as innocent as they looked. Brilliant, neither was I. He leaned in towards me, and for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. Not that I’d have minded, even with the mask, he looked hot. As my luck would have it, the kiss that I was bracing myself for never came. Instead, he whispered ‘Safest hands in Spain. If you ever need someone to catch you again…’ Well, that was it for me. I wriggled out of his grasp completely, taking his hand in mine and leading him out to the cloakroom, all thoughts of going over to talk to Pavi and Sergio forgotten.

Steph- VV, a police station and a deck of cards.

After admiring Gianina Maradona’s hair, I decided that I would stop by the hair salon and get a new do. I was excited not only for my new hair cut, but also because I would get to sit down and chat with my friend Venice again and she always has interesting tales of watermelon and waterfalls. I walked there in anticipation of what exciting new story I would hear and when I got there I was greeted with a big smile.

Venice had opened the door and I walked in. We exchanged pleasantries and then I sat down in her salon chair. She asked what she could do for me and I explained what I wanted. She started cutting it when out of the corner of my eye I spotted a curious looking man sitting in a sleeping bag playing with a deck of cards. He looked like he had just escaped from the police station and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing at Venice’s salon.

He looked up at me through those beautiful browns and I couldn’t help but admire how hot he was, especially for an escaped convict. I started to wonder what sort of crime he had committed that would get him locked up, other than for stealing my heart! I was totally smitten with this man.

I whispered to Venice, asking who this mystery man was and she told me that it was none other than Victor Valdes. I gasped in disbelief, surely Venice must have been mistaken, I mean, Victor was the Barca goalie, with a full head of hair, and I never remembered him wearing orange? That was Ikers’ thing.

Right then Cesc Fabregas walked in to get his arms and legs waxed. He spotted Victor immediately and gave him the evil eye like I have never seen before. Victor glanced back at him, they’re eyes locked on each other as if they were trying to stare each other to the death. It was strangely silent, Venice had even stopped cutting my hair and we all sat in the deafening silence until Victor spat two words in Cesc’s direction, “You Traitor!” he said with a harsh growl. Cesc then started slightly crying in that way that only he can. I had no idea what was going on, but I could only assume that VV was talking about Cesc deciding to leave Barca and heading for England. Apparently I was right because Cesc then muttered something about how he wanted to come back to Spain, but he had met a beautiful English woman who he loved very much. I thought that was very sweet and couldn’t help but break up the moody atmosphere and blurted out how cute that was. He looked at me, and finally stopped crying. He said that it was, but that he loved Spain as well and he wanted to come back, but he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting his beloved Lucy, and that was why he was getting himself waxed, because he thought if he did that, she wouldn’t love him anymore, and she would break up with him and leave him and then, he would be free to return home.

Out of nowhere VV pushed Cesc and told him how dim he is and then posed a rather appropriate question, “Why don’t you just bring her here to Spain with you, instead of waxing yourself like a pansy?”

Cesc was fed up with being pushed around and being called names just because he loved Lucy and cried in a slightly girlish way. He shot back at Victor, “at least I got called to the SNT and am actually a good baller!”

Victor had had enough with the Iker comparisons and all the comments that he was not a good goalie. Cesc had pushed him over the edge and Victor attacked Cesc. Venice and I sat in disbelief while Victor was pounding on him for a few seconds when Lucy, Cesc’s beloved gal walked in and said, in a voice that could only come from a teacher, “Get off My darling Little Tapir, You monster!” VV shot up shocked. Lucy bent over and helped pick Cesc up off of the ground. She shot him a glare and said “You see what is going to happen if you’re gonna go around and get yourself waxed!”

Lucy- Raul, funfair, raspberry yoghurt

'What is it Mamen? You sound so worried!' I rolled my eyes at Cesc. He knew I'd be a while so got out of bed and started to get dressed. I was a little annoyed, we liked to lie in on Sunday mornings.

'He's hiding something from me.. I just know it. He keeps going to the fridge secretively, but when I check, there's no cookies, no baked goods, no nothing, just our usual healthy foods.'

'Do you want me to speak to him?' I asked, half sighing. Cesc kissed my forehead before leaving and I longingly watched him go. That was it, he had training to get to now, I wouldn't see him until the evening. Far too long. Damn you Mamen!

'Well actually, are you free today Luce? I could really do with calling in that favour you owe me.'

I did in fact owe Mamen big time. She managed to get rid of Cesc's previous girlfriend Carla by spreading rumours around the WAG circuit. She was too embarrassed to show her face again, mwahaha, well it's not my fault people actually believed she used to be a man.

'I'm always free for you Mamen,' I replied. 'What is it?'

'Raul is taking Jorge and Hugo to a funfair, the kids have been going on and on all week about it. Would you go with them? I have to stay here and look after the twins.'

I was going to ask why Raul couldn't take them by himself, but I actually love funfairs and Raul and Mamen's kids are such cuties, that I thought it sounded like a great day out!

'Of course!' I exclaimed.

***

It was a good thing I did go. Raul was rubbish at controlling 6 year old Hugo, a hyperactive child if ever I saw one! I didn't really think giving him candyfloss and sweets was a good idea, but Raul is such a softie that he couldn't say no to him. I spent most of the day either running after Hugo or holding his hand in a vice like grip so as to not lose him! However, I did notice something a little... odd about Raul. He had brought with him one of those cooler bags and claimed the kids' lunches were inside... but when we stopped to eat, they had hot dogs from a stand. I couldn't watch Raul all the time because of Hugo, but I could have sworn I saw him opening the bag and quickly scoffing something from within. Hmmm.

Jorge was desperate to go on the Big Wheel and had been all day. We said it'd be the last ride we go on before going home, so at 4 o'clock we queued up. Hugo pleaded with his dad to let him and Jorge have their own carriage and where I would have said no, Raul said yes. 6 years old Raul! What if something were to happen? But anyway, the kids took the first carriage and Raul and I got on the second. He was clutching the cooler bag tightly and I just had to ask.

'What the hell have you got in there Raul?'

'What? It's just cool drinks in case the kids get thirsty,' he said, in an attempt at sounding laid back.

'Oh, right,' I said. I waited a couple of seconds. 'You know, I'm kinda thirsty, can I have one?'

'Uhh... erm.. well, there's none left, sorry,' A bead of sweat formed at his brow. He may have even started shaking, but that might have just been the carriage beginning to lurch forward.

'Raul,' I looked at him sternly, and he knew he had to give it up. There was nowhere for him to hide. He held his face in his hands and let the bag slide to the floor. I quickly gathered it up and unzipped it. Inside were ten pots of raspberry yoghurt, eight of them empty, completely licked clean.

'What the...?' I couldn't comprehend it.

'I know! I know!' he moaned. 'I have a problem!'

'Yoghurt? Raul, what is this? I thought you loved the cookies!?'

'I do love the cookies!' he cried. 'David put me onto this new program, he said ice skating only works for the first week and now I need to work on Cookie Replacement - every time I want a cookie, I'm supposed to eat yoghurt. It's a healthier option and will work alongside my daily workout. David said, Lucy.'

I really didn't know what to say.

'I... I just don't know Raul... why couldn't you just tell Mamen about this? Why is it such a big secret?'

'She'd think I was less of a man! Don't you see? When we met, I was El Capitano! I was leading my country out at major tournaments! I was the name on the back of all the Spanish shirts! I was the original hottie! Now...' he sniffed as he opened another pot of yoghurt and licked the lid. 'Now, I'm just Raul... one of many hotties, the poor guy everyone is feeling sorry for. Torres and Villa are the names on the shirts... Iker is leading out my team... how long will Real want me as their captain when he is also playing?'

My heart did go out to him, I have to say.

'Raul, Mamen will always love you, you know that. Now give me that yoghurt...' I reached over and jerked it out of his hand with a little too much force. The yoghurt when flying over the side of the carriage and we watched as it landed on a man's head who was waiting below. Raul and the kids cracked up. I was horrified! I hoped he would have gone by the time the ride was over but as our carriage came down to the bottom and I hid as much as I could, the boys were pointing and laughing.

'Open your eyes!' Raul laughed. I gradually opened my eyes and felt utter relief to see a yoghurt covered Cesc standing with his arms folded and a stupid grin on his face.

Now what are the odds of that??

Gina- New York, raspberry yoghurt and Cesc

I was walking up and down the crowded shopping center, desperately searching for the shop I’d been in earlier. I’d found the nicest pair of shoes EVER and really wanted to buy them, but in typical fashion, I’d spent all the money I had and had left my card at home. After a quick chat with David, he reluctantly handed his card over and followed me in my search of the perfect shoes. He rolled his eyes as I turned around yet again, pacing back down the way we’d just come.
“Gina, I don’t suppose it’s too much to ask that you can make up your mind on which direction we’re walking in? I’m getting dizzy!”
I frowned at him, muttering something under my breath about how men and shopping didn’t go together and why the hell was he even still here if it was that boring. When he threatened to take his card back and leave, I smiled sweetly, apologised and gave him a quick kiss before turning on my heel and walking back up the street. That shop had to be around here somewhere!
I was just about ready to give up when I spotted Lucy and Cesc walking out of a shop that looked strangely familiar. I grabbed David’s hand and walked over, calling out Lucy’s name. I was surprised she heard me over the noise of the crowd, but she stopped and turned around, waving at us as we made our way over to them. I hugged her and was about to do the same with Cesc when I noticed he was covered in yoghurt.
“Cesc, what happened to you?”
Lucy went bright red as Cesc explained the whole story of their day at the funfair, the yoghurt getting thrown off the Big Wheel and landing on him. I held back a giggle as he looked down at his clothes, a pout on his face.
“They were brand new trainers! This is the first time I’ve worn them out and I have to buy some new ones now.”
“Er, I don’t mean to be rude, but shouldn’t you get changed as well? Yoghurt isn’t exactly pleasant smelling after a while.”
I frowned again, smacking David on the arm and shaking my head. Honestly, I needed to do something about his manners. Sometimes, he forgot he had any!
“Don’t listen to him, he’s sulking because I’ve been dragging him around the shops all day and the stupid security won’t let him come in the changing rooms. Something about preventing perverts. As if!”
“I don’t even like raspberry yoghurt! You could at least have thrown another flavour Lucy.”
“That was all Raul had, ok! And I’ve said I’m sorry.”
I looked round at them upon hearing raspberry yoghurt, eyeing Cesc and licking my lips. David noticed pretty quickly and took my hand, pulling me back.
“Don’t even think about licking him.”
“I wasn’t!”
“I know that look. If you so much as poke a finger in that yoghurt, I’m not letting you anywhere near the hip dips!”
I gasped in mock horror, my eyes wide.
“I will buy you some raspberry yoghurt and you can do with it what you please when we get home. Just don’t lick Cesc.”
I nodded, the ideas already forming in my head and stepped back, glancing over at the shop behind us.
“Go and buy your shoes, then we can go home. My feet are killing me! I don’t know how you girls do this all day.”
I smiled and headed into the shop with Lucy, leaving the two boys outside to swap tips on how to deal with girlfriends who have a shopping addiction. Pretty soon, we were back outside, complete with bags in our hands and matching smiles on our faces. We said our goodbyes, heading off in opposite directions as I thought about all the things I could do with raspberry yoghurt later.

Blue- New York, Fairy Floss and Silva

That autumn I had to travel to New York with the Spanish National Team as they are having a friendly game against the American team.
I had actually planned not to take this medical roster as my boy Metze had to go to Sydney – the German team organised a friendly game with the Socceroos.
And I was so excited when Metze told me that his boss had given permission for me to come along – it had been a while since I headed back to Sydney.
But MG - fellow SBAers and massage therapist in Madrid - was not feeling well and I could not refuse when she asked me to take her roster with the SNT.

*

Taking an indefinite break from shopping, I headed to Central Park that day.
The weather was quite warm, and there was some sort of festival happening.
There were lots of people, and I could hear salsa music in the distance.
I felt a bit lonely in the midst of these festivities, and decided to call Metze.
“Hello? Hello? Hey – are you there?” he said – I could hardly hear him – all I could hear was loud traditional German music.
“Chris – hi! Geez – that music is loud – where are you?”
“Hey – I was thinking about you – we’re in this German restaurant near the Harbour Bridge. Lowenbrau – I think. Where are you now?”
“ Ah – that one – just stay away from the drinking competition – their beer glasses are gigantic! I’m in Central Park – there’s a festival going on here.”

Then I heard a girl shouting in German – I only understood a bit of it, “Metze – get off the phone! Let’s go dancing – you promised!”
My brows furrowed – I could hear Metze saying, “Sorry but…”
But then the girl said, “Oh give me that phone – you have been staring at it all night!!” And the phone went silent. I almost screamed in fury – the NERVE on that girl!!!

But before I could hit re-dial, a man snatched my handbag and ran off with it.
In a panic, I tried to chase him but to no avail.
Then I saw another man running after the thief – when he finally caught up with the thief, he grabbed him by the head and head-butted him. What an unorthodox method of fighting, I thought. The thief fell to the ground, got up and ran away - leaving my handbag.

I ran to thank the man, when I realised that it was David Silva.
“Oh – thank you SO much David. I don’t know what would happen if he got away.”
“Don’t sweat it – glad I could help. And… WOW… that feels GREAT!”
I looked at him with a bit of a worry – David is a genuinely nice guy but he is also known for his aggressive outbursts if provoked.

“David, are you OK? Did you hit your head too hard there?”
Suddenly he felt embarrassed – “Oh – I’m OK – ermm … I was uummm…”
“You were happy to finally release your frustration?” I asked.
The coach had just forbidden David from taking a day off to see his girl – Pau – in Mexico. And I knew how disappointed he was.
He looked at me and smiled coyly – he looked so cute with those freckles.
“Don’t worry – I know how you’re feeling – I won’t tell anyone.”

Suddenly my phone rang, it was Metze - but I couldn’t answer it – I didn’t realise that my hand was shaking so hard.
David took my phone and answered it, “Hi – who is this?”
A bit shocked, Metze said, “It’s Chris – who ARE you???? Where’s Blue?”
“Relax – it’s Silva. She’s just here – a bit shaken up – someone tried to snatch her bag. Here …”
“Chris… Hello?“ And the phone went completely silent – I checked my battery and it was full.
Metze’s battery must have been out.

I was perplexed - after an incident like that, hearing Metze’s voice would really be reassuring.
David could see the disappointment on my face, and he dragged me to the nearest lemonade stall.
“Have a sit on the bench, drink this and wait for me here, OK?”
Before I could say anything, he disappeared into the crowd.

When he came back, I saw a huge grin on his face while he was carrying two large pink fairy floss.
“Here – we both could do with some sugar after all that excitement!”
We spent the whole afternoon in Central Park, enjoying the festivities – David also took me salsa dancing in the nearby club. I didn’t know that he was that good of a dancer.

*

They both went back to her hotel room, kissing passionately and desperately trying to undress each other.
She was surprised by his ripping abdominal muscles, which were hidden beneath his slight build.
He placed one hand underneath her dress and lifted her leg, holding her closer to him.
She moaned quietly as they shared another passionate kiss.
He laid her down gently on the bed, and took a piece of fairy floss from her bag and put it in his mouth, before kissing her again.
She could feel the sugary grain of the fairy floss melting on his tongue.

*

Metze woke up in a cold sweat and his heart raced really fast.
He reached to his phone and dialed his girlfriend’s number.
“Come on – answer it!!” He yelled in frustration.
That dream had really troubled him and he had to hear her voice no matter what.

Sleepily, I answered the phone – “Chris? What’s wrong – what time is it? Argh – it’s already 11am.”
I could feel my head thumping – Why? After the festival, I only had three tequilas and maybe two, three fairy flosses? Maybe it was too much sugar and it didn’t agree with tequilas.

Metze felt a slight relief after hearing my voice, but still concerned nonetheless, “Hey – sorry about last night – my battery was dead and I couldn’t get back to the hotel straight away without the team. You don’t need to worry about that girl – she’s nothing… she just kept asking me to dance but nothing happened. Where were you??? I tried to call you all night!!! I was worried sick!”

“Uh – I was in this underground salsa club with David – I was upset and had a couple of drinks – ugh – my head hurts.”
Metze lost his patience and quipped, “You didn’t … did you???”
I ran my fingers on my dress –I was fully clothed – “No, Chris – are you mad??? You know I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Really? So you really didn’t... because I had this nightmare last night.”
“Chris – for the last time – NO – I did not have sex with David – What? Were you dreaming about David and I…” I was really concerned now.
“Yes – that’s why I had to hear your voice. I… I… I was so worried and I miss you.”
And I heard a long relieved sigh.
“You silly boy – I miss you too… just go back to sleep – it must be past midnight over there. I’ll talk to you later, OK?”
“Yeah – I’ll talk to you tomorrow – get something for your headache. Love you.”
“Love you, “and I switched off the phone.

I glanced across my bed and found David – fully clothed – snoring softly.
We really didn’t do anything – he just carried me back and maybe he was too drunk to get back to his room – but what would Metze says if he sees this????
I curse those tequilas and fairy floss!!!!

VillaBaby- Villa, farm and raspberry yoghurt.

“Great, just great! First thing I’ll do tomorrow is quiting this stupid job!”

I was talking as if someone had been there to listen to me. Going on the farm in the middle of nowhere just to offer a new kind of food for cattle wasn’t actually a perfect way to spend my summer break. But, what could I do? I needed money for a vacation and that was the only job I managed to apply for in a short notice. And there was me, stuck on the unknown road in the car going so slow that I would run faster. According to the map, I should be close, but there was no civilisation nearby.

“Could it get any better?” I thought in irony. “Now I’ve obviously missed some turn and have to go back!”

But before I went back I saw a sign saying “Maravilla Farm” and showing a direction.

“Oh, finally, thank God!”

I made a left turn and after a few minutes I was there. I went out from the car and stood in front of a gate, painted red and yellow. But unfortunately, it seemed like noone was there. Right when I wanted to leave, I saw a man approaching to me and waving.

“Hola bella, come in, porfavor!”

After I came in I noticed there was no trace of a farm I was expecting to find. There was a great house, a villa, actually with a big yard, two swimming pools, a jacuzzi, football field… It was a farm of pleasure. And it was just a beginning. Some of the Spanish ballers were walking around, having fun, enjoying… I had to pinch myself to be sure I’m not dreaming. Yes, it was real! The Ramos, Iker, Silva, Cesc, TOH and the rest were there.

“Who ownes this peace of heaven?” I was wondering while the guy who led me in was escorting me to one of the rooms to freshen up and then come down to join them. Right after he shut the door, I remembered:”It was Pepe Reina.” I took a shower, wrapped a towel around my body and than took a laptop from my bag. I had to inform my dear Kickettes about this place. I wrote them directions on SBA and told them to come a.s.a.p. After that I heard knocking on the door. I thought it was Pepe bringing me clean clothes so I told him to come in.

“I hope I don’t disturb you”, the man said and I noticed it wasn’t Pepe’s voice.

When I looked over my shoulder I think my jaw dropped on the floor. It was him! King of the Sex Face himself. David Villa!

“I thought you would enjoy this”, he said while placing a bowl and two spoons he was carrying on the table. “And allow me to introduce myself. I’m David Villa, the Span…”

“Oh, there’s no need to tell anything more. I’m afraid I know too much about you already. You would be surprised!”

While smiling, he grabbed something from the bowl and gave me to try. Mmmmm, so delicious creamy taste. It could be only one thing.

“Raspberry yoghurt, my favourite”, I said and he just nodded and had a bite himself.

While enjoying the sweet raspberry yoghurt, we were talking and laughing. And then I felt something replacing a cold touch of spoon. Those were his lips, warm and sweet, while placing a kiss on mine. I didn’t have a second thought for a moment. Since I was wearing a towel only, it wasn’t hard for him to undress me. Still fresh, with a few drops of prefume on my body, he layed me on a bed. His lips were all over me and I felt his body on mine moving gently in the rythme of passion. I wanted that night to last forever.

Next morning, when I woke up I realised I was alone in a bed but still with that sweet raspberry yoghurt taste on my lips. And then I heard a noise outside. I moved a curtain and was so happy to see my Kickettes going out of the bus, tempting to find out what’s behind the gate.

“This is going to be very nice weekend”, I thought aloud.

“I agree”, David said while coming closer to the window and placing a kiss on my cheekbone.

Janis- Bowling alley, belt, The Ramos

The funny story about myself and Sergio is we never looked twice at each other when we first met. Sure we were introduced to each other by our mutual friends, and practically a couple of my two best ladies Lucy and Laura, but we didn’t hit it off at first. I personally didn’t think he was extraordinary looking as most people had thought, and he first met me when I was looking more like a boy.

So Laura and I went on one of our delightful shopping escapades at the local mall. Of course, I wanted to wear comfortable clothes like I always do, and since Laura doesn’t judge how I look, I decided not to bring a purse with me and wear a simple jeans and t-shirt compilation with a trucker hat on my head. Laura wore a pair of pretty white jeans with a nice girly top. Lucy was turning a corner and after bumping into us, she formally introduced Sergio to me. Just to be nice, I waved a simple hello and tried to keep my mouth shut in the conversation amongst the group. I am regularly an extroverted person, but I didn’t find that I had anything interesting to say with Sergio around.

Somehow all four of us wound up shopping together when suddenly Laura had her monthly visitor and needed an emergency washroom break. Since I didn’t have any purse whatsoever with me, I felt fairly useless. That left Lucy running in with Laura to the nearest washroom leaving me alone in awkward silence with Sergio waiting outside.

After what seemed like forever, we hear Lucy calling after us, “I think we’ll need to buy Laura an extra pair of trousers!”

Sergio let out a laugh and said, “Why not just use Janis’ pants instead? Maybe it will make her feel useful since she’s sitting out here looking like one of my teammates.”
In that moment, I took offence and glared at him, “Yeah?! Well...you’re not that great looking either! And you’re the boy! I don’t get what the hype is about you anyway, it’s just swooning ramble to me.”
There was a pin drop silence following my quick apology, “I-I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it—“
“No no, it’s okay.”
“No! It’s not okay. I don’t even know you and that was very rude of me, just let me explain—“
“Really it’s okay. Thank you.”
“I just felt like—wait what?!”
“I said thank you. Everywhere I go I hear people swooning over my looks and physical features. If it’s not in person, it’s in the tabloids. When I was a young kid, I was the nerd with braces who got frequent nosebleeds. I don’t see what anyone else sees, so I just wanted to say thank you for being normal around me without focusing in on my profession and taking that into account as if I’m bigheaded.”
“Urm...you’re welcome? And you’re right, I am dressed like a boy but that’s just how I dress sometimes on my lazy days off of work. You can ask Lucy and Laura, I am a very good dresser! I even helped pick Laura’s pants out...although now we know how that turned out.”
Sergio smiled, and suddenly we hear Laura call after us, “Lucy’s right! I can’t leave the washroom and into the mall like this, I need a new pair of trousers!”
Without thinking once more I yelled, “Why not use Sergio’s? We just awkwardly bonded and it will make him feel better to put him to good use.”
Sergio then said, “It would probably put me to good use, because it’s not like we can find a quick pair for her in her size with both of us searching around. Besides, we’re both boyish looking.”
“Urr I was only kidding...you’re not actually going to remove your pants?! HERE?! Don’t make me tease your looks again to try and talk you out of this.”
Sergio didn’t flinch.
“Oh my goodness you’re NOT joking. Well, if she’s going to wear YOUR pants, she might as well wear MY belt to keep them up so I won’t feel useless.”

A moment later Laura came out with Sergio’s pants and my belt around her waist holding them up.
Lucy replied, “I don’t know which is funnier. Laura wearing pieces of both of your clothing or Sergio in his boxer briefs in the middle of the mall.”
I then put my input, “How are we supposed to avoid paparazzi if you’re in your boxer briefs?”
Sergio than replied, “Easy! There’s a bowling alley in the mall just down there. It’s cosmic bowling today so we’ll be in the dark and no one can see us.”
I made a face and replied, “That isn’t a bad idea, but how you keep track of cosmic bowling days is beyond me. Though if we do go, we’ll have to get rid of Laura’s old pants since they’ll have a weird glow.”
“OH SHUT UP!!”

Lucy- VV, chocolate fudge brownies and the police station

Late May 2008

Iker answered the front door and was surprised to see no one there. Frowning, he was about to go back inside when he caught sight of a parcel on the doormat. It was wrapped in brown paper with his name and address clearly printed on the front. He leaned outside and checked the street, but must have missed the delivery man. Of course, he was sent things all the time; fan mail, sponsorship merchandise, care packages from his mama, but this one just had mystery written all over it. Iker couldn't resist.

He took it into the kitchen and ripped the parcel open. It was a white, lidded box and inside were five sizeable and delicious looking chocolate fudge brownies. Iker hadn't had breakfast yet and his tummy rumbled... but he couldn't break the routine - 100 sit ups before breakfast every morning. Iker reluctantly closed the box and went to do his exercises.

Ten minutes and 200 sit ups later (he added an extra 100 to punish himself for even thinking about eating a brownie - he didn't want to go down the same road as Raul) Iker returned to the kitchen, shirtless, for his Weetabix. He was shocked to see his girlfriend Callie bent over double clutching at her stomach, chocolate smeared over her face and one of the brownies squashed on the floor.

'Callie! My love!' he cried and rushed to her. 'What's wrong?!'

'Iker! The.... brownies...' Callie moaned. 'There's something... wrong with them!'

With the Euros only a week away, Iker knew exactly who was behind this little stunt…

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313 miles away in Barcelona, a sexy looking man paced his living room, waiting for that all important call from Aragones. Surely his time has come... he was sure he'd learnt some cooking skills whilst having 'lessons' from that English girl... enough to put Iker out of action for the next few weeks at least! Whilst he was rubbing his hands together in glee, there was an abrupt knock at his door. Already on his feet, it didn't take him long to get there and was thrown offguard to see two police officers looking sternly at him.

'Mr Valdes?' one asked.

'Yes?' he replied.

'Victor Valdes?'

'Yes, what's wrong?'

'You need to come down the station with us.'