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Since Aimée spent the rest of the night with Sasha, Milan decided to make the best of it and kept Aidé company. She was a very nice girl, though she was not his type, and he made sure to get her phone number saved into his phone so that they could keep in touch. Aidé, on the other hand, had been hesitant at first, but warmed up to Milan. She thought her sister was lucky to have two handsome boys competing for her love. That wasn't something that happened to the red headed Kroos sister, but it did seem to happen to her two older sisters a lot.

The siblings that had come in from Madrid left that same night.

Leon and his sister Aimée had football practice the next morning; he with Real Madrid, and she with their female team.

Sasha had taken them all to the airport in his car, leaving Milan to party longer with his other friends. The Barcelona footballer was rather upset at his younger brother. He was trying hard to win over the Madrid girl he had met at the reunion party days earlier, and he thought Sasha was getting in the way of everything. Though if he had to be honest, he knew he was the one getting in between them.

But Milan liked her too, and he wasn't going to give up without a fight.

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The next day at practice, Aimée was feeling a bit tired. They had made it to the airport at two in the morning. Then they waited an hour for the flight to arrive. The flight itself was very short, but then there was the right home.

By the time Aimée got into her bed that night, it was half past four in the morning. Practice for the women's team was very early in the mornings. Her brother Leon, who played with the senior men's team was more privileged. While Aimée got up at five in the morning to get to the training grounds at six, Leon got up at eleven, to arrive at noon. Those were the privileges of being a man, Aimée had thought to herself that morning as she threw her gym bag into her car, in the dark of the crack of dawn.

She arrived at the training ground a half hour before practice and joined her team mates in the locker room. It took her a couple of minutes to change into her training uniform and to pull her hair back into a pony tail.

Her cellphone, which was on the bench next to her, lit up with a text message from someone.

milan: it really sucks that my little bro took you away from me last night ;(

milan: u owe me a date now haha

aimée: sry milan :p

As though realizing his brother had sent her a text, she got one from Sasha just moments later.

sasha: bon dia, preciosa :)

aimée: in castilian please. i dont speak catalan ^.^ hehe jk. good morning sash!

sasha: guess what? :)

aimée: what????

sasha: i'll be in town for the week so we can go out on that date u promised :D

milan: want to hang out again some time?

She bit down on her lip. It was difficult to decide which one of them she wanted to go out with. And she thought, hanging out with the two of them wouldn't hurt, as long as she didn't lead them on.

Still, she stuffed her phone into her pocket and didn't reply to either of them.

She would make her decision after practice, and maybe even after having a nap. Aimée left the locker room with her team mates and was ready to start practice for the day.

-

That afternoon, she had nothing else planned for the day. Her two younger sisters had gone into the city to go shopping together and hadn't invited her. It had been during the time that she was having lunch with a few of her friends from the team, and when she returned home, her two sisters were gone.

It was then that she remembered she had those texts from Milan and Sasha that she hadn't answered yet. As Aimée looked at their text messages, she realized she liked them both. Milan and Sasha were both sweet to her, and were clearly trying to win over her love. Both were also very handsome, but she didn't really know them well enough to make a choice. The blonde haired nineteen year old finally decided that she would give herself time to pick one of them.

She knew her best friend Eli didn't agree with this, she had grown up with the two of them. They were like brothers to her, and the last thing she wanted was to see them hurt. But Aimée wanted to be sure before making her decision, and she thought it was a reasonable thing to do.

The sun was setting in Madrid when she got another message from one of the brothers. It was from Sasha. That was another thing they were different in. While Milan was giving her some time to reply when she felt it was the right time, Sasha was a bit more insistent. Aimée didn't favor one method or the other, but at least now she had something to do for the night.

Sasha told her he would be picking her up in an hour if she wanted to go out.

Aimée was quick to get ready for her date with the famous musician. She finished just minutes before he arrived in a luxurious black car. He got out, dressed in dark jeans and a button down shirt. Sasha was very gentlemanly and got out of the car to get the door for Aimée, and then his driver took them into town to a nice little restaurant where there was live music and poetry. Because the press had heard about their date and were stationed at the front entrance of the bar, they were forced to enter secretly, through the employee entrance at the back of the building.

"Let me guess," She raised an eyebrow at him curiously as they found a table to sit at. "You're performing here tonight, knocking two birds out with one stone."

He shook his head with a chuckle escaping his lips. "Not today, querida. I just really like this place and wanted to share it with you. And..." He grinned at her, "If you want to go up there and sing a song for me, I wouldn't mind at all."

Aimée threw her head back in laughter. She thought it a ridiculous suggestion. "Catalan, I don't sing. Not even in the shower. You should do the singing if there will be any singing on this date. If you need someone to play football, I'm your gal." Her whole life, Aimée had known she couldn't sing. It was physically impossible. Some people were born with the gift, like her sister Aidé, but Aimée wasn't. She had inherited her mother's lack of talent for singing. Her mother Valerie still sang anyway, and her father Toni encouraged her as long as she just sang around the house.

The musician shook his head. "No singing for me tonight. I'm on my day off. I honestly just want to eat a good Spanish meal and get to know you better."

Aimée could feel a blush beginning to tint her cheeks. "You're a charming guy, Sasha."

He smiled at her. "I'm just telling you the truth."

-

By the end of the night, Aimée and Sasha had talked about an infinity of things. She told him about all the moving around her family did while her dad was still a footballer, all the cities and stadiums she saw. When his career as a footballer ended, they had still moved around a lot because of different jobs he was offered. She also told him about her career as a footballer and when she decided that was what she wanted to do.

Sasha had lived a more calm life as a child. His father Gerard had played for Barcelona until he reached his mid-thirties. That meant Sasha and Milan always had the stability of living in the same town through most of their childhood. They didn't have to struggle much in new towns anyway, because of their father's fame. But Barcelona was their home and it was one of the places they truly loved.

He told Aimée about his own deicision to go into music instead.

His father had been disappointed, he wanted both his sons to become footballers. He wanted them to represent the country at the national level, and for them to play for the best team in the world, just as he had done when he was young.

Sasha was never interested in that. He always dreamt of playing music, grew up watching his mother perform, since he was the younger of the two brothers and sometimes accompanied her when she traveled.

It was a different world for Aimée, to hear about Sasha's life.

He took her back home around midnight. Her parents were probably asleep, and her sisters were probably up watching television.

The car stopped at her front gates and he got out of the car once again to get the door for her. Aimée smiled at him and got out of the car. He walked her the few steps to the doors and she stopped before getting her keys out.

"I had a nice time, Sasha." She told him with a smile.

"Me too, querida." He nodded his head. "I'll text you so we can get together again...if you want." He added a bit shyly.

Aimée bit down on her lip.

He was so handsome, and the way he seemed so shy about asking for a second date melted her heart. Before being able to stop herself, she quickly leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Then she turned and quickly opened the door, leaving him outside on the front sidewalk. The blonde nineteen year old rushed into the house and hurried to her room before her sisters could stop and ask her where she had been all day.

By the time she reached her room, she felt her cellphone ring in her pocket.

She got it out to see there was a message from Sasha.

sasha: i wanted to kiss you, but you beat me to it :*

sasha: bona nit <3

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finally an update for this story after so long. want to thank you all for reading ans supporting me. im very excited for this story because these characters are mostly mine and its just exciting to give them personalities, looks, and stuff like that.

right now everything is looking #teamsasha, but lets just wait and give milan a chance ^.^

have a blessed day everyone!

-clary xx