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The date with Milan went from the afternoon to night time without Aimée realizing it. She had been having so much fun. The carnival in the clearing was like nothing she had seen before, it was almost magical. Milan explained to her that it was a Catalan tradition, to have the carnival in that spot because it was traditionally the very same spot where the gypsies had their carnivals long ago. 

Per request of Milan, they went on all the rides together, even the roller coasters which Aimée wasn't entirely fond of. But he was especially thrilled on the ferris wheel. He had wanted to ride the ferris wheel romantically, under the light of the moon and the stars like the old gypsy legends of his beloved Catalunya. Instead, Aimée was practically sitting on his lap, hiding her face in his shirt and screaming off the top of her lungs.

When Milan asked her what was wrong--rather amused at the situation--she responded, "I always hated ferris wheels. They make me feel like I'm gonna fall off and die."

That was all the explanation he needed to seize his opportunity. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight until the ride was over. In Aimée's defense, Milan had also agreed that the ferris wheel had gone a little too fast for comfort. He got off the ride stumbling and dizzy, while Aimée was absolutely okay because she hadn't been looking outside while the ride was in motion. She had been too busy hiding her face in his shirt, which Milan didn't mind one bit.

"Of all the rides to be afraid of." He joked with her as they made their way toward their next destination in the carnival. "Why the ferris wheel?"

"For one," She began, counting her reasons with the fingers on her left hand. "Those things don't have seat belts. Second, they move way too fast. And third, they have no doors or lap bars or anything. They're an accident waiting to happen."

Milan chuckled. "At least you have good reasons." 

Her fear from the ferris wheel suddenly dissipated, she grabbed a hold of his hand and stepped in front of him, both of them stopping in their tracks. Milan laced his fingers with hers and she grinned at him, her smile even more perfect to him in the country side's moonlight. "Where are you taking me next?" She asked him.

His dark eyes looked past her to see a football challenge booth. One had five footballs and three targets to hit. The sign at the front promised that hitting the three targets would get the winner a giant teddy bear. Gesturing to the booth, he told her confidently, "I'm gonna win that bear for you, so when you go to sleep at night you can hold it in your arms and pretend its me." Aimée looked in the direction that he was looking, and her smile seemed to get bigger. 

"If you don't win it, you can always just buy it off the booth person." She teased jokingly.

Milan scoffed. "Nena, if I can't win that bear for you, then I will have lost all my honor."

With his hand still in hers, he led her across the clearing, and weaved through several people to get to the football booth. At least that was one thing Sasha couldn't do for her, Milan smiled to himself. His brother liked football, and he liked watching it too, but he wasn't any good at it. It was like he had two left feet.

The Barcelona footballer placed some money down on the counter and said to the worker, "Caballero," Gentleman, "I would like to play this game. I'm gonna win that bear for my novia." As he said the last part, he looked at her and winked.

Aimée was close to protesting and reminding him that this was only their first date, but who was she to embarrass him like that in front of someone? She would need to talk to him later to clear things up. She herself wasn't sure who she liked more of the two brothers. Aimée would also need to clear things up with herself.

The booth operator led Milan to the side where there was a goal net with three targets. One was in the top left corner, one was on the cross bar, and the other was on the bottom right corner. Milan was directed to stand about ten feet away from the goal net and Aimée stood by his side. The footballer scoffed as he was handed the first football and then another four were dropped by his side. "Three targets. I'll only need three balls."

Aimée rolled her eyes at him playfully, crossing her arms over her chest as she waited for him to start.

He went for the easiest one first, the one on the bottom right corner.

The target fell over and he shot her a glance over his shoulder. She noticed there was a smirk on his face and she blew him a raspberry.

His second football went for the top left target, hitting it perfectly in the center. The cardboard target fell to the floor with a thud. Aimée knew he would leave the crossbar one for last because it was the most suspenseful and the most difficult. He took a few steps back, observed the distance to the target and kicked the third football. It missed the target, going over by a few centimeters.

"Hijo de puta." He muttered to himself, but it was just loud enough that Aimée heard it.

"Its okay, Milan." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "You still have two more shots."

He was able to compose himself in a second. With the smirk back on his face, he assured her, "That bear will be yours, nena."

Two footballs and a stream of profanities later, Aimée found herself without a new stuffed animal. He got more money out of his pocket and was about to slap it down on the counter when Aimée stopped him. "I wanna have a try at it."

He placed the money on the counter and said to her, "Be my guest."

Milan stepped out of the way and placed a football at her feet. Aimée waited for the carnival worker to set up the targets again and she took a shot for the top left corner one. The target was hit easily and fell to the floor. Milan stood by, watching impressed. He gave her the second football, which she used to hit the bottom right target. The ball easily reached its destination.

She went for the cross bar target last, just grazing it. Aimée didn't even look to Milan because she knew he would say something cocky to her. 

Instead she waited for the next football which Milan rolled towards her. She took a moment to look at the target before she launched the football. That time, it hit the target right in the middle, knocking it down.

Aimée jumped up and down with excitement as the lights in the booth went off along with a siren that announced there was a winner. "That was a lucky shot." Milan told her jokingly.

The booth operator asked her which stuffed animal she wanted. Aimée pointed at the giant stuffed teddy bear with golden fur and a big red bow wrapped around his neck. Offering it to Milan, she told him the same words he had said to her earlier, "I won this bear for you, so when you go to sleep at night you can hold it in your arms and pretend its me."

Milan took the bear from her, saying, "I already do that with my pillow, but I guess this is better." He winked at her again, and thanked her by leaning in and placing a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you, nena."

After winning the teddy bear for Milan, both of them were just about ready to head home. Aimée had early morning practices with Real Madrid, and Milan had practice with FC Barcelona. She sat at a bench while Milan went to stand in line to get them some food to eat. The lines were getting long as more people were still showing up. Aimée's eyes wandered the clearing with all the tents with different games and food. Her blue eyes halted at a booth with a sign with the words Fortune Teller written on it.

She thought about it.

Perhaps she would ask which of the two boys was better for her. She liked both of them and couldn't decide on her own.

She checked for Milan. He was still towards the middle of the line, with the giant teddy bear in his arms, and there were several people ahead of him. Aimée hurried off the bench she was sitting at, heading for the fortune teller's tent which was full of incense as she pulled the curtain aside.

There, the woman sat behind a table with a big purple crystal ball atop it. 

"Hello..." She called awkwardly.

"I sense confusion in you child." The woman said, beckoning her over.

"Yes." Aimée started nervously, taking a few more steps into the tent. "I want you to help me decide who I should date. They're-"

The woman shook her head, interrupting her. 

When Aimée was close enough, the woman took her hand. She turned her hand over to observe her palm and began to run her fingers over it. "Your future is too cloudy to read, niña. But I can see that its something that bothers you greatly. And I also see..." She paused for a moment and closed her eyes as she spoke, "You will drive a wedge between two brothers who were very close."

"I don't mean to." Aimée gasped, pulling her hand away. Giving a shake of her head in denial, she added, "I should go. I don't believe in these things anyway." 

With that, she ran out of the tent the way she came. But now she had a resolution. If the fortune teller was right, she couldn't date Milan or Sasha. It would drive a wedge between the two of them.

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finally updating this. its been a long time i know, but this semester has been one of my busiest. thank god its over now, so i'll have more time to post on here. thank you all loads for reading and voting on this story. 

ligamx playoffs start tomorrow. and im very excited! 

have a great week everyone!

-clary xx