Jude is quite familiar with you. You've been at Real Madrid longer than he has despite being younger than him, and you've tended to countless complaints of his. Although, you're not his main medic, usually a last resort, as you're more acquainted with Aurel, Cama, and Fede. It's a little stupid how sad he is about that. Is it terrible that he wishes you were his medic, so you'd check on him instead? Perhaps so.

Trent's just came to Real Madrid, and made himself comfortable with ease. His Spanish is shit, and Jude takes every bloody opportunity to remind him of that fact. He sees you in passing, and almost immediately trips. Jude easily realises what's going on, and Trent is trying his hardest to convince Jude that no, he just fell. That there was no correlation to the fact that he'd just seen the hottest medic ever and almost wished he'd broken something so he could have her help. Damn you Jude, for catching him.

The thing is, when they tell each-other this. Or well, Jude brings it up. There is no jealousy. If anything, they're more eager to share than anything. It's weird, because they've always been competitive people, always fought over anything off the field. Like their synergy only activated in times of mischief or on the field.

"Nah, man. You're mad. You actually think she'd want to date us both?" Trent groans. The idea is great, but the issue of whether you actually like even one of them is what makes him protest.

"Aye. I'm Jude Bellingham. Who wouldn't want to date me? Worry about yourself, mate." Jude grins, as confidently as ever. Trent swats at him, and they start to argue without a care in the world. Walking down the hall, engrossed in their own conversations. So much so that they run.. straight into you.

"Shit," Jude curses, stumbling back. Trent, ever so unlucky, doesn't bump into you, and he has to bite a frown. "Sorry," he quickly says, before Jude can whisk your attention away. Hey. Just because they agreed to share didn't mean they wouldn't compete.

"Are you alright?"