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Tyra Ramirez and Melanie Fuentes are best friends and students at London High School, as well as the rest of their friends, called the squad.

Everything was fine until Tyra and Melanie's boyfriends, David Luiz and Cristiano Ronaldo, unexpectedly kidnaps the two.

Will Tyra and Melanie escape? Can the squad save them?

If they do, would their lives ever be the same again?

© philcoutinho 2014


4. chapter 4

Tyra's POV:

 I'm laying in my bed, facing the wall. David came in here an hour ago and gave me a bag of ice for my face. 

 It helped me because the stinging pain finally stopped, and the ice melted so I have water to drink. I got up and started roaming around the room, looking around.

 I might as well get used to living here.

 I approached the window, looking at the night sky. There's a couple of clouds and a full moon.

 "That's nice, I guess," I mumbled.

 I began to think about the day David and I first met.

 *Flashback to the 2012 FA Cup Final; May 5th, 2012*

 I was at Wembley Stadium for the FA Cup final, where Chelsea is taking on Liverpool. The squad and I attended the game to support Nicky and the Chelsea team.

The first half was dramatic, but we were able to lead 1-0 thanks to a Ramires goal.

It was around the 53rd minute, and Frank Lampard steals the ball from the opposition. Everyone's on the edge of their seats.

"Come on Lamps, come on!" I cheered.

Alongside Lampard was Nicky. Both of them quickly invaded the Liverpool penalty area. Lampard passes the ball to Nicky.

He zooms past Martin Skrtel with ease and slots the ball through the legs of Pepe Reina as it rolled simply into the net.

"GOOOOAAAALLLLLLL!" Everyone yelled.

Nicky celebrated like crazy and ran to the Chelsea fans. He tried to hug them all, which made me laugh.

His teammates caught up with him and piled on top of him. Later in the game, Andy Carroll came on as a sub and scored, changing the scoreline to 2-1. 

Since then, Liverpool had many chances to get the game into extra time, but the referee blew the final whistle.

Cheers and boos erupted around the stadium. The squad and I cheered and hugged each while the Chelsea players did the same.

The squad and I then got on the pitch, congratulating the Chelsea players. I approached my ecstatic brother. 

"Congratulations Nicky!" I exclaimed.

We both shared a hug.

After the hug, I saw a tear trickle down my brother's face.

"Awe, you're crying." I laughed and wiped his tears.

He laughed as well.

"I know, it's just such a good feeling to win a trophy. Well, I'm going shake hands with the Liverpool players. Football is all about respect, you know."

"Okay, have fun."

Nicky smiled and left.

I walked around the pitch and congratulated some of the Chelsea and Liverpool players.

After I said goodbye to Steven Gerrard, I accidentally bumped into a Chelsea player.

"My bad," I spoke.

I took a good look at him.

He was handsome.

Curly hair, light skin, and a face of a Greek god.

"It's okay. Wait, aren't you Nicky's sister, Tyra?" He asked.

"Yep, that's me," I replied.

"Nice to meet you, I'm David Luiz. I obviously play with your brother. He's an excellent striker." He said as we shook each other's hands.

"I'll say," I replied.

We both started laughing. His smile is so pretty. He seems like a down to earth guy.

We stared at each other for what it seems like forever.

It was like we're the only two people in the world, and everything else was blocked out.

"I-I'm sorry. I-It's just..." David trailed.

"Just what?" I asked.

"You're just so... beautiful."

I smiled and blushed a light pink. He smiled as well.

"Hey um, do you want to hang out sometime?" He nervously asked, looking down a bit.

"Sure, I'd love to."

"Cool. Can I get your number?"


I quickly wrote my number down and gave it to him. He smiled and gave me a hug.

"Well, I have to go. Looks like it's time for the medal ceremony." David said.

"Well, I'll see you later then," I said.

David smiled and caught up with his teammates.

*End of Flashback*

I smiled to myself.

Whenever we reminisce about that day, David always teases me about how I was blushing.

I teased him about how nervous he was when he asked me out.

I deeply sighed.

I guess it's time to move on.

Melanie's POV:

I woke up and wiped my eyes.

Before I went to sleep, I kept thinking about how Cristiano and David kidnapped Tyra and me just so they can keep us away from our family and the squad.

I'm grateful that Tyra stood up for me and checked up on me.

That's the one thing I love about her. She always defends not only herself but her friends.

I sat up and looked at the ceiling. It's the only thing that's entertaining me at the moment.

I examined the small stains and it's cream color paint that's flaking off. I looked at the other walls and sighed.

This is so boring.

I laid there and began to think about the day Cristiano and I met.

*Flashback to El Clasico; December 10th, 2011*

The squad and I are at the Santiago Bernabeu, watching Real Madrid take on FC Barcelona.

A lot of my friends want Barcelona to win, while others want Real Madrid to win.

I'm a huge Real Madrid fan as I was wearing my Cristiano Ronaldo jersey. I loved Cristiano Ronaldo and his beautiful skills.

He does them so effortlessly.

The game was tied at 1-1, and it was getting intense.

Cristiano had control of the ball and raced down the field. The defenders had ahold of him. You could tell that he was struggling big time.

"Cris! Cris!" An open Sergio Ramos shouts, racing down the field.

I was surprised.

Usually, the only time he joins a Madrid counterattack is when Madrid has a corner.

Cristiano made a beautiful pass to Sergio Ramos. The Spanish defender passes by the goalkeeper and scores.

The stadium erupted into a mixture of cheers and boos as Ramos did his famous backflip celebration.

His teammates laughed and hugged him, jumping around excitedly.

I couldn't stop screaming with the other 40,000 + Madrid fans.

The ref decided to add five minutes of stoppage time. Barcelona restarted the ball and began attacking.

Our defense was slacking as Messi and Iniesta make up quick and difficult plays and made hard shots on goal.

Thankfully, the ref blew the final whistle and everyone cheered.

I cheered with happiness and chanted 'Hala Madrid' repeatedly.

*After The Game*

"Don't worry Tyra, I'll wait for you."

"Thanks, Mel. I'll be right out."

Tyra turned around and went to the restroom.

There were still people in the stadium, but not too many.

I slowly walked down the stadium, looking at the walls. The walls showed iconic moments in Real Madrid's history.

I smiled when I saw a picture of Cristiano scoring his first goal for the club.

He looks somewhat serious but you can tell he was happy.

I took out my phone and snapped a couple of pictures. I smiled down at my phone.

"You know, that's one of my favorite goals in my career." Someone spoke.

I gasped, realizing that familiar voice.

I turned around to see THE Cristiano Ronaldo.

Wow, he looks even prettier in person.

"Really?" I asked.

He nodded.

"So, as I was leaving the locker room, I was just wondering why a beautiful girl is standing here, all alone?"

I blushed. He called me beautiful.

"I'm uh, waiting for my friend. She's in the bathroom." I replied.

He nodded.

"So um, what are you doing here? Oh my god, that was a stupid questi— I'm sorry, I'm just..." I trailed.

Cristiano laughed. I smiled a bit and blushed again.

"It's okay, I know what you meant. My teammates are taking forever in the locker room. I grew impatient so I decided to take a walk around the stadium."

Right there, we stormed up a conversation.

I got to know how funny his teammates were and what's it's like playing for Los Blancos.

You could see passion and affection in his eyes, which I loved.

He offered to sign my jersey and I allowed him to do it. We even took a couple of selfies.

As we were talking, we heard cheers and laughter from afar.

"Seems like my teammates are finally done. Sorry, I have to go, but it was nice talking to you, Melanie." He told me.

"It was nice talking to you too," I replied, kind of sad.

He smiled at me and walked away. I smiled back. I walked near the women's bathroom.

Once I arrived, Tyra came out.

"Oh my god Melanie, you should've seen how many girls were crying about Barca losing. I mean, I feel the same way too but at least Messi scored a wonder goal. Also, we're still on top of the La Liga table by a lot of points." She explained.

"Tyra, shut up!" I exclaimed and laughed.

Tyra laughed as well.

"Melanie, what's that long paragraph on your jersey right there?" She asked, pointing.

I looked down at my jersey.

It said:

Hey Melanie,
I loved talking to you, but I want to continue this.

Call me: +9146356770


I smiled to myself.

*End of Flashback*

I sighed.

It's time to move on. That memory should be long gone, in the back of my mind.

Just letting you guys know, the phone number is fake, so don't try to call it! -Tyra❤️


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