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The football game was everything Agueda hoped it would be. She and her sister had gotten good seats, in the fifth row, where she felt she could almost touch the players if she wanted to. She couldn't believe she was seeing them in person. She had spent hundreds of games observing them from her tv set. Her sister spent the entire game on her cellphone, texting her boyfriend. Grettel was all but interested on the men on the field.

And when the Mexican wave went around the stadium, Grettel was the only one who didn't participate.

At the end of ninety minutes, Dortmund lost the game, two goals to one. Looking at the big screen which displayed the scores, her sister asked. "This is why you wanted to come? To watch them lose? We could have dont that at home, or in Belgium." She reminded her sister of the declined offer her parents made her.

"This is still better than Belgium." Agueda shrugged. The two girls had their seats near the entrance to the tunnel and as the players were walking off the pitch, she dragged her sister near the railing to see her team. "You boys were great out there." She told them, shooting them a thumbs up. The ones who had heard what she was saying smiled back at her and waved politely. 

"Can we go?" Grettel whined. 

Her olded sister nodded, "Just as soon as they completely leave the field."

Grettel rolled her eyes in annoyance, but stopped complaining. It was her sister's birthday after all, and although she didn't enjoy football, she wanted Agueda to gave a good time.

When the players were finally out of the field, the girls waited another few minutes to wait for the stadium to clear out. But when they looked up at the skies and noticed how dark it was getting, they hurried on their way to the train station which would get them home. They stopped before taking the steps to the underground station at the sound of Agueda's cellphone ringing. The cellphones didn't get great service underground. 

Agueda clicked the answer button and brought the phone to her ear. "Mama?" 

"Sweetie," Her mother began, "My car broke down a few blocks from the house. I won't be able to pick you two up. Can you maybe call your father or walk from the station?" The station nearest to their house was a thirty minute walking distance. The girls didn't mind walking on a regular day, but night was approaching and walking alone at night was one thing they didn't like to do.

"I suppose." sighed Agueda. "But call me if you can fix the car before we get to the station."

Her mother promised to do so and the girls went down to catch a train. Just as they had reached the bottom of the steps, they were left to watch as the train left the station. "Great!" Grettel said in annoyance. "Now we have to wait a half hour for the next train."

"Calm down." Her sister said, an optimistic smile on her face. "The next train will be here before you know it."

A half hour later, the next train which was supposed to arrive was ten minutes late. Many people had gotten tired of waiting already and opted to return up the steps to find a bus or a taxi. But the two sisters hoped the train would pull into the station at any moment. They waited another ten minutes at the almost empty station when they heard a voice announcing on the speakers, "We apologize for the inconvenience, but the trains are being delayed due to technical malfunctions."

"No shit." Grettel muttered angrily.

"We are trying to get the problem fixed as soon as possible, but the trains may be delayed another half hour. Once again we apologize for the inconvenience. Thank you for riding with Metro Rails." The woman finished and signed off.

"I get the feeling we'll be needing to find another way to get home." The younger of the Schmidt sisters commented.

Agueda looked around the train station. The other people who had attended the game were long gone, in their place were sketchy looking people who took the trains at night. Getting up from her seat, she told her younger sister, "Lets go up the stairs and take the bus. I think I remember seeing a bus bench across the street from this train station."

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Meanwhile at the stadium, Marco was one of the last to leave. After their loss to Bayern in their own stadium, the players had gone into the waiting room to have a quick shower and change into some clean clothes. Marco, Mats, and the team manager had immediately been taken into a different room for a press conferrence to share their thoughts on the game. Almost an hour later, Marco was finally getting to head home. He walked across the lot to one of the few remaining cars. Tossing his training bag in the back seat, the blinking on his wrist became visible to him once more when his sleeve rode up.

Only a few more minutes before he would meet his soul mate. He wondered if it was any one of his neighbors, he wasn't planning to head anywhere else that night. Another thing that caught his attention was...a flat tire.

"Scheiße." He cursed under his breath.

The Borussia Dortmund footballer looked around the parking lot again. There was no one around to help him. He didn't have the tools to fix it, and if he had to be honest, he had never changed a flat tire in his life. He guessed the next best thing to do was to call a tow truck or a mechanic and he did just that. To his bad luck, both places he had called were closed for the day.

His last resort was to call one of his team mates to pick him up. Then he could return the next morning with a mechanic and have the problem fixed. He only hoped no one would break in and steal his valuable things.

Marco called Erik, who was at home by then. The phone rang a couple of times before his team mate finally picked up the phone. "Hallo Marco." Erik said.

"I need a ride." Marco began to explain almost instantly. "My car got a flat tire."

"Call a mechanic." Erik suggested, his voice sounding as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Do you think I didn't?" Marco challenged. "They're all closed. You need to help me."

"What about Mats?" From the other end of the phone, the younger footballer was trying hard to get out of picking up his friend. He was exhausted and wanted to go to sleep.

Marco shook his head as though his friend could see him. "Mats lives further from the stadium than you do."

"Fine." Erik sighed.

"Thank you." Marco grinned. "I owe you one."

"Go to the bus bench in front of the train station. Its easier to find you there." His friend instructed.

Soon they hung up the phone and Marco made sure to hide his belongings in the car, he didn't want to take his triaining bag with him. When he made sure everything was safe, he locked his car and left the parking lot of Signal Iduna Park.

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The girls walked up the steps of the train station, Agueda glaring at Grettel. There was no one in sight, the streets were lonely with the exception of a car that was heading down the street. Agueda's great mood was now coming to an end. Looking towards her sister, she began to scold, "We probably missed the bus because someone had to get a bottled Starbucks drink from the vending machine."

Grettel shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee before saying, "I don't regret it."

Up above, black clouds began to cover the sky. "Okay, this is ridiculous!" Agueda finally let out a complaint as rain began to pour on them in heavy showers. But they were across the street from the bus bench, where they could see a young man sitting down with the hood on his hoodie pulled up to shelter him from the newly falling rain.

"Come on, Aggie." Grettel grabbed her sister by the hand and dragged her across the street without stopping to check for oncoming cars.

Halfway down the street, they saw the headlights of a car coming at them and everything seemed to go in slow motion. Marco, who was busy on his phone, looked up when he heared a horrible sound of breaks on ashpalt. He also saw as one of the two girls walking across the road pushed the younger one out of the way to save her from danger. The car stopped, but not without having struck her in the leg, sending her to fall back on the street in pain. The shock more than anything had been enough to knock her unconscious. 

"Aggie!" The younger sister cried, crawling on her hands and knees toward her sister. 

Marco shot up from his place on the bus bench and went to her aid as well.

The driver of the car was the last to emerge. "Oh no," Erik gasped, looking at the young woman sprawled out on the road in front of him. It hadn't sounded like he had hit her too hard. But then again, he had no way of knowing since he had never been hit by a car before. Dropping to his knees beside her and her sister, he let out a stream of apologies. "I'm very sorry. I didn't see you crossing. You just ran onto the street out of nowhere. I'm sorry." He reached out to take her in his arms, looking down at her unconscious face, fearing the worst. Even though he saw her lying unconscious, he saw her beauty and felt himself becoming enamored with her.

"You hurt my sister!" The other girl yelled frantically, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Calm down," Marco placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'll call an ambulance and she'll be fine. I promise."

"Yes. Do that. Hurry." Erik urged his friend.

"No..." The young woman in his arms croaked weakly. She blinked back a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light provided by the street lamps. "I'm fine. It was just a little bump. The scare was what got me most." She looked at the person holding her and instantly felt as though she had fallen in love with him. Of course she had seen him on tv countless times, but in person every feeling she had towards him was magnified. There was something in her heart that told her she had found her soulmate.

With his free hand, Erik pushed the stray strands of wet hair away from her face. His eyes checked to make sure there were no scratches on her "Are you okay--?" He began to ask when her eyes met with Marco's who was kneeling next to Grettel and behind Erik.

At that moment a loud beeping sound erupted from both Marco and Agueda's wrists.

"Aggie," Grettel gasped, her voice cracking after all the crying she had done. "Your clock..."

"Oh no," Marco shook his head to explain to them. "Its mine. Its been bothering me all day."

The brown eyes of Agueda Schmidt widened as the realization hit her. The soul mate her clock predicted she would find was Marco Reus.

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ooooh. 

already drama in the second chapter. i'm gonna change the title to include reus bc i dont know who i want my character to end up with yet. and i'll need to make a new cover. but that will have to wait until tomorrow because i am very busy with my choral concert tonight. anyway, thank you all for reading and supporting my stories. it means so much to me. 

i love you.

-clary xx