Eyes // Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter 4

I stared at him with a jokey bored expression. Actually what Chris said was somewhat true- At a young age I realised that Rafael loves football and obviously, I didn't want him to like Ronaldo or even be associated with him so instead I 'encouraged' Rafael to love Messi instead.

Chris chuckled and for the millionth time this day, I couldn't help but stare at his crystal blue eyes and how they shone in the light, but unfortunately I couldn't stare for too long since he returned to looking at me and I had to divert my gaze.

For the rest of the night, Chris and I kept talking and laughing. We had light funny conversations and other times we had deep conversations about religion and war and stuff like that.

I found out that he loves Mexican food as do I. He's been to Bahia before, my birthplace. We both adore old classic films, especially the film 'Casablanca' and for some odd reason he's scared of the German language because it hurts his ears, which thankfully I can't relate to.

We've been talking so much that I suddenly realised that we haven't touched the food once and it was completely dark outside. But much to my horror I also realised that Rafael has been waiting for Chris to play with him upstairs for almost half an hour. I jolted out of my seat on the couch and sprinted upstairs. I heard Chris's loud footsteps behind me as they banged on the hardwood stairs whilst he ran as well.

Rafael's room was pitch black just like outside. My breath became even more ragged from the running but also because I was terrified as hell. I turned on the light and instantly spotted Rafael lying on the floor with his arm splayed around him.

"Oh my god!" I screamed as I rushed over to him. Chris's rapid breath could be heard right behind me seconds later as we both stared at my boy's body on the floor.

I shook Rafael violently hoping that he was just sleeping and thank God he was because he stirred a bit and mumbled something sleepily about being tired.

I laughed in relief and carried him gently to his race car bed. He tossed and turned again slightly before settling and returned to snoring gently.

I couldn't help but turn around and hug Chris. Moments like this scared the crap out of me and a hug always seemed to calm me down.

"You know you overreact too much," he chuckled as he hugged me back. We held this embrace for a long time until the smell of his strong cologne made me quite sleepy.

"I can't help it," I replied as I finally pulled away.

"Right let's go down before he wakes up and starts wanting me to make whale noises again."

"Oh god yeah that would make me really want to hate you."

We went down together and sat back down at the couch. I turned on the TV and the first channel that comes on is a Brazilian football gossip show and of course they're talking about none other than Cristiano Ronaldo. As soon as they showed his picture I wanted to turn it off but Chris stopped me.

"Hey I know you're a Messi fan but that doesn't mean you can't watch Ronaldo news," he said as he grabbed my wrist to stop me from changing the channel.

I sighed as I had to stare at Ronaldo's face for the next ten minutes as the presenters babbled on about how he is rumoured to be with this Italian model. I hear this crap about him everyday, yet it all turns out to be false. He can't stick in a relationship to save his life.

"Man, this dude is so lucky- he gets chicks everyday," Chris commented as the presenters began to talk to about Klopp leaving Dortmund.

I stared at him in disbelief, "Are you serious? This guy is clearly a playboy. He only uses girls to have sex with them."

"And you know that how?" He smirked at me.

"Because...because...it's so obvious," I stammered. I know it's not exactly the best reason but I couldn't  possibly tell him the truth.

Chris shook his head as he probably laughed at me in his head.

I turned the channels until we finally settled on a James Bond movie.

"God I love these films. Daniel Craig is definitely my favourite," Chris clapped to himself.

"My favourite is Sean Connery. He's such a cutie," I giggled.

"The first female who likes Sean Connery. Most girls would settle on Daniel Craig," he shrugged as he popped a chip in his mouth.

"Nah, he's too serious," I said as I pulled a serious face.

"What? How? He's like the most lively one out of them all!"

"Ok you have definitely been watching the wrong films."

"More like the right ones. All the old ones are so repetitive. Bond kills evil guy in a second and then gets the blonde bimbo. Same thing happens in every movie."

"That is so hypocritical..."

And we continued like that throughout the whole film, sometimes going off topic and arguing about other things.