Barcelona FC Players X Y/N

|'You're just my girl best friend!'| - Marc {Part 1}

You slumped down in the corner of the party, frustrated. 'How could I have be so stupid!" You wondered to yourself. Tear fillings your eyes. 'Of course he didn't like you back, He's the Marc Guiu of FC Barcelona, and your just his girl best friend that he doesn't feel the same about.' His answer just kept replaying in your head: 

"Lo siento Y/n, ¡no siento lo mismo! Eres solo mi mejor amiga."

"(I'm sorry Y/n, I don't feel the same! You're just my girl best friend)"

You and Marc have been best friends since his family moved next door to you when you were 7, he was a year older than you but you two were inseparable. Even now, at the ages of 16 and 17, you two wouldn't leave each others sides, you did everything together, partying, shopping, football training and more. Fans would often mistake you as his girlfriend but he's always quick to deny it. Even though you two have shared some flirty moments. For example, you've caught him staring and looking you up and down and you've cuddled each other under a blanket whilst watching a film, etc.

However, you had a crush on him. You tried to get rid of it but every time you saw him those feelings keep flooding back, drowning you.  So you thought you would finally confess to him, as you thought he felt the same. But of course he didn't. He wasn't interested in you. And it hurt you. But your friends weren't having it. "¡Deja de llorar por ese chico, eres demasiado bueno para él y ven a bailar con nosotros! (Stop crying over that boy, you're too good for him and come dance with us instead!)" They proclaimed, pulling you up from the floor. You smiled a bit, but you knew that you had to find away to get him out of your head, hopefully dancing will!

Your slightly drunk friends dragged you onto the dance floor, you were very nervous. You didn't like dancing, especially in public. But if its to get Marc out of your head, its worth a try, right? You grew more confident as the music played, hitting every beat. All of a sudden you felt someone tap you're shoulder...

You turn around, and are shocked to see a tall, handsome boy, your age, standing in front of you. His hair, a golden brown,  short and wavy, his eyes, an ocean blue. "¡Hola! ¿Puedo si bailo contigo? (Hey! Can I dance with you?)" He questioned, a cheeky smirk appearing on his face.

"¡Claro! (Of course!)" You blushed, 'He'll definitely help me get over Marc!" You thought to yourself. "Así que... ¿Cómo te llamas? (So ... what's your name?)"

"¡Rodrigo!" He exclaimed, "¿Tú? (You?)"

"Y/n!" You answered as you put your arms around his neck. In response to your actions, he placed his arms around your waist. 

"Es un nombre bonito. (That's a pretty name.)" He whispered into your ear, as he cupped your face with one hand. Suddenly he leaned in. . .

"¡Con eso basta! (That's enough!)" A familiar voice yelled. You look over your shoulder to see Marc marching toward you and Rodrigo, "¡Quita tus manos de ella! (Take your hands off her!)"