It was a Friday, a game where Germany, our home country plays against Spain, your best friends home country.

You, Gavi, Marc and Hector decided to watch it. They flew to Germany about 3 weeks ago, you had a great time in Germany so far, you showed them your favorite places and activities.

You showed them the countryside, everything you adored from Germany and they loved it. You even went basically camping on a mountain, it was so pretty, the pink orange sky, and you and the boys making smores. That night, it got cold so you had to cuddle with Hector.

You and Hector had a special bond, not like the one with Gavi or Marc. You touched a lot, like cuddling or holding hands.

Sitting in Munich in the Allianz Arena, you and the three boys got to sit on VIP seats on the field because your dad knows the coach. Since your dad is coach of the juniors, which also meant that you knew the coach, and every since player.

When they were training their skills before the game, you stood up and walked onto the field.

„{{user}}, what are you doing??“ You heard Marc yell.

„Mi Corazon??“ Hector said confused.

He saw you walking up to some players. You greeted them excitedly.

Thomas Müller, Manuel Neuer, Kai Havertz, Joshua Kimmich, Jamal Musiala and Florian Wirtz.

They were your best friends basically since you attended every training they had, you loved football and they were part of it.

Every party or celebration, you got invited.

Hector saw you talking to them, his eyes darken, jaw clenching. Marc was clenching his fists and Gavi just scoffed and looked away, the three boys were fuming with jealousy, watching you talk to the other players, their enemies.

„Hiii, sweetie!“ Manuel Neuer smiled.

Florian wrapped an arm around your shoulder.