Amelie

I have a feeling that at this point, this feels like a set up.
no way is João standing in front of me. with that stupid smirk.

"no fucking way we're in the exact same place, at the exact same moment in a whole country." it could've literally been anyone else, but him.

"i thought the same thing, the universe loves it."

as if it's like those cheesy fan fictions i swear to god.

"anyways, what's got you in the streets?"

he seems calmer than usual, i don't like it.

"just walking around i guess, since i have nothing to do in my lonely hotel room."

he furrowed his eyes bored at my response.

"where's your little boyfriend?"

oh, that's what got him confused?

"how would you like to know?"

"just asking, you can't be lonely and have a boyfriend, can you?"

why's he so interested in my love life?

"he left this morning, since you know."
i didn't go too in depth making João realize.

shit, that reminds me..

"which by the way...why did you call Pablo? y'all aren't even friends form what i remember, more like the quite opposite."

"um.. i just.. felt bad i guess? i wanted to give him some words of support, you know?"

yeah sure..
"you're too kind for this world João." i sarcastically said.

" you're coming to our game i'm guessing, since you're staying here."

"i'm here for Cristiano, yeah."

"plus me right ?"

"you wish."

he grabbed my arm stopping me from leaving.

"erm, you should come to our celebration, tomorrow night, a bunch of people are coming, and since you so claim you're lonely, might as well come, if you want right, i'm not begging you since you d-"

this man needs to stop talking before he drives me insane.

"OKAY! João you talk way too much, please learn how to shorten your sentences, give me your phone."

he hesitantly gave me his phone.
does he think that i'm going to rob him or something?

"that's my number, so you can text me the details, only that, don't get too excited Felix."

>>

looking at myself in the mirror, i was debating if i should really go to this party.

i was simply here to go to the games, not to party the night away.

i'm sure a little fun won't hurt, right?

my phone vibrated signaling a new message.

João
i'm outside, hurry up.

damn, could've been a nicer way to say it but okay...

i took a deep sigh and walked out of my hotel room into the lobby, where the exit was.

he was parked right in the front so he was easy to locate.

as i enter red the car i was welcomed by the fakest smile.

"what? you were the one that invited me!"

"don't flatter yourself, i did it out of pity."

i'm so close of leaving the car right now.

"can you maybe just try to be nice for tonight? i really don't feel like arguing when i'm trying to have fun."

"tell that to yourself."

i held back my response, not wanting this to go on and on.

calm down Amelie, focus on yourself and forget about João.

>>

i think i took my little "party night" into way more.

i was dancing, drinking and overall having the time of my life.

as soon as i entered i forgot about João and went on myself.

i made a couple of friends here and there, mostly from the bar.

many footballers were also here form the remaining teams in the World cup too.

i mostly stayed away from them though.

i tried looking for my brother, since the whole Portugal team was here, but no sign.

which i'm sad about but then also glad, since he wouldn't let me have this much fun.

i just kept having drinks, most of the times i didn't even know what they were. they all needed in my mouth.

i felt a hand on my shoulder, making me turn back.

"you need to calm down with the drinks, you'll have a hard day tomorrow." it was João.

"just let me be!" i slurred out.

he shook his head not letting me go.

"no way, your brother would skin me alive."

João

this is like taking care of a toddler.

"here! take one! it'll feel good, i promise."

she handed me one but i denied.

i did drink a little but not to her extent.

"if you drink it, i'll stop drinking."

from the way she said it, i highly doubt it.

yet i still gave in.

just one.

"just this one okay? no more after."

i said drinking it down, feeling that burning in my throat.

it felt kind...of..good.

without thinking, i grabbed another one. making her chuckle.

"you see?"

and a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh...

>>

Third person

to say they were both wasted as fuck, was an understatement.

both individuals acted like they've never before.

"you're funnyyyy" Amelie said between laughs.

sitting next to each other, tired of dancing.

talking about complete nonsense.

if anyone were to pay attention to their conversation, they'd think they were maniacs or something.

"you're so pretty." João said suddenly.

making Amelie laugh, once again.

"is this why you're up my ass all the time?"

"yes, you're so pretty i hate you."

"oh really? i'm so pretty you hate the way i make you feel?"

without either of them noticing they started to get very close.

like nose-to-nose close.

"fuck, i hate the way you're so perfect, i just want to kiss you every time, but i hate your guts. don't get me wrong"

"it sounds like you have a little crush on me João..."

"shut the fuck up, you probably do too."

Amelie put her hand on his shoulder.

"trust me, i don't, i'd rather die."

"oh really? you feel nothing?"

Amelie nodded.

"yes really, i wouldn't feel anything even if you kissed me or anything."

"let's try shall we?"

without any second wasted.

João took the opportunity.
connecting north their lips.

the sudden contact made Amelie confused.

even though she wasn't sober, she could feel the impact of the kiss.

she eventually responded, liking the ecstasy it was giving her.

both were lost in their own little world at the moment.

João's hands snaked around her waist pulling her even closer, if that's even possible.

the kiss went on for more than it should've.

as they pulled away, they stared at each other before bursting out laughing.

"you're not a bad kisser." Amelie said biting her lip.

oh he was an exquisite kisser that's for sure.
the same thoughts clouded his mind as well.

"i'm not sure yet though, i need a second try." João said chuckling.

a sudden wave of confidence washed over Amelie and made her way on top of him.

she straddled João engulfing his neck bringing him into another kiss.

these were two people in fully committed relationships, who supposedly hate each other, on a full make out session.
it can't get any more fucked up than that.

João's shirt, that used to be fully buttoned, was now three buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his broad chest.

in a couple of minutes, both became each other's drugs.

then suddenly, the kiss took a stop.

João confusingly opened his eyes to find Amelie.

completely passed out on his shoulder.

he looked down smiling at the sight.

he slowly and carefully took her off of him.

"need a ride back home Felix?" a voice said in front of him.

god bless Griezmann.