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๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ down to go to London to do a bit of work when she found out that Christian was in Liverpool for a shoot,
So of course she would now be driving him back since he had flown in.
"Howdy," Christian smiled as he sent the girl a salute,
"Get in loser," Avalon called out as she rolled down the window to the door,
"But we aren't going shopping," the midfielder pouted as he got in the car,
"Where did I find you?" The striker shoved her head in hands as she couldn't believe it,
"Somewhere warm and cosy," the brunette smiled,
"What are you doing in England anyways?" He added as he grew curious,
"It's Brinley's wedding in like two weeks and since I'm injured I figured that I would come early." The blonde explained as she smiled,
"Well that was nice of you," Christian nodded as he fiddled with his fingers,
"So is Gio meeting you down here later?" He added as he grew curious,
"Nope," Avalon shook her head,
"He isn't coming to the wedding," she added in a mumble as she tapped the steering wheel.
"What why?" The midfielder asked as he grew worried,
"We had a fight and now he doesn't want to come," the striker explained as she shrugged,
"Are you going to start crying?" The brunette sent the girl a nervous look,
"No Chris, I did that on the plane." She explained in a duh tone,
"Honestly we both think that the other is in the wrong right now." She added knowing that the argument wasn't going to go well for either of them.
"What do you mean?" Christian cocked his head as he crossed his arms,
"He thinks I'm clingy and I think that since Mason moved to Dortmund he hasn't put effort into our relationship," Avalon explained as the boy nodded,
"Shit, do you want to listen to some music," the boy asked as he thought it could make the girl feel better,
He knew it was her way of coping with things.
"Yeah sure." She nodded as she tapped on the car stereo.
Avalon had created a playlist on the plane of music that represented her mood.
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In Dortmund, Gio was busy scrolling through stuff on his computer when he didn't like the song that started playing.
So of course he went into the Spotify account to change it when he saw that Avalon was busy listening to a playlist she had recently made,
Fuck boys I'm hungry consisted of sad and romantic songs with the odd bit of praising single people,
Now although they were still together Avalon always did this when she was sad, it was just her way of coping.
"What are you looking at?" Erling asked as he walked into the living room,
"What are you doing here?" Gio wondered as he looked up to see the boy,
"Ava is sad," he added with a sigh,
"Yeah no shit," Julian pointed out with a shrug,
"I saw her before she left the day you were filming with Mason," he explained causing Gio to roll his eyes,
"Yeah, I think she sees how Mason looks at you," the striker added as the boy nodded in agreement.
"And how you don't shut her down." The older boy finished his sentence,
"You two are meant to be on my side!" Gio let out a groan as glared at his teammates,
"We know but we all have a soft spot of her and if it's Mason and you that you two are fighting about then I don't blame her," Erling confessed with a sigh,
The boys got on with the girl,
"Wait so you all think that she is correct when she says that I don't put effort into it?" Gio asked as he pushed his laptop to the side as he looked at his teammates.
"To answer your question who do you spend more time with," Julian spoke in a questioning tone as he looked at his friend,
"Mason because she lives here," Gio explained in a duh tone as he rolled his eyes,
"Yeah but even when Ava is here you still invite Mason to everything, and sometimes it looked that your girlfriend is the right wheel." Erling pointed out with a sigh knowing that it felt bad taking Avalon's side.
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