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Arya and her best friend yasmina both are living the life in barcelona. Modelling together, partying together and living together.
The two go to watch a barcelona game, and lets just say it all goes from there...
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"ruben you fat fuck pick me up right now" i whisper yell over call.
"rude!" he scoffs "but im coming". I shake my head because 1. its so crowded in the airport and 2. he was meant to be at the airport an hour ago and 3. im hungry.
"bitch" i say as he finally pulls up.
"sorryyy" he says "come lets go" he says. i make him put my suitcases in the car and then he starts driving.
"im hungry get me food" i say scrolling on my phone.
"uhh lets go nandos" he says. we get there and order food, as we wait for it to come we catch up. Not on alot since we usually talk but
"so guess what" he grinns
"what?" i ask
"a little wittle birdie told me that some kid has a crush on you- and he plays for manunited" he grinns.
"who?" i raise my brows
"uh i forget his name but- he is argentinian and scored the bicycle kick" he says
"bro if you dont know how will i know" i shake my head digging into the food.
"ill find you a picture" he says.
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"him" he says handing me his phone. Uh he isnt that bad but uh i wouldnt date him, unless he was like- very good personalitied i guess.
"oh" i say.
"joaos gonna be jealousss" he sings. I roll my eyes and we eat and continue talking. Finally he drives me to his house.
"welcome to my cribb" he grinns
"okay 1. its ugly 2. why is it built like that 3. its the size of a crib 4. mine is better" i grinn even though his house is like one of the the biggest mansions ive seen.
"wow you live in an apartment shut up" he shoves me
"a penthouse" i shove him back. He shows me to the room and then i flop down. Then i get myself up and take a shower.
