Perfectly Imperfect // Marc Guiu

17

2023
Time skip
October

Mariana

I sit down in the front row, right next to the players bench. My sister sits down to my left and my dad to my right. My mom didn't want to come because she claims that one of these days Pablo is going to give her a heart attack.
Me and Aurora wore our brothers number six jersey. I loved coming to Barças games. I love to watch my brother play, he is amazing. I'll always be at his game to support him. Now I get to support my boyfriend and brother on the same team.
Isn't that great?
This place is probably the only place you'll find me screaming and cheering. Football bringing the best out of my family and my mom says we all act like a whole different person watching it.
I watch as the players warm up on the pitch. My eye scan the group until they land on Marc, who stood right next to Pablo, stretching together. I knew Marc was anxious to debut, he goes in every game hoping that it's the day but comes out disappointed when it wasn't. But never the less he was beyond happy for even being on the team and I was proud of him for how far he's came.

"Crees que lo metan?" My dad asks as he takes my bowl of popcorn from my hands. "I hope, he's dying to debut." I tell him.
"He will, I can feel it." Aurora responds as she takes pictures of the stadium.
I watch as the players all starts to make there way into the tunnel. My dad and I bother wave as I see my brother pass by.
He smiles up at us and throws us a thumbs up before walking away. Not to far behind him was Marc; his eyes instantly meet mine and he's quick to wave back at me, his smile widen even more when he see my dad and sister both wave at him too.
"He's such a smiley boy." Aurora chuckles. "I don't think I've ever seen him without a smile since the day I met him." My dad says.
I nod in agreement with them.

After a couple more minutes, the subs where say on the bench and the starters made their way to the field to start.
"Why does he look mad?" I lean over to my dad and motion to Pablo.
He shrugs. "When doesn't he look mad?"

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"Oh my god!" I say excitedly, my hand shooting out to grip onto Aurora.
"Xavi is subbing him in!" I say as I watch the boy jog to take off his jacket.
"Are his parents here?" Aurora asks as she looks around.
I nod and motion to where Marc told me they were going to be sitting.
My eyes stayed glued on the boy as he walked over to Xavi, fiddling with his fingers. I watch him exchange a few words with the coach before he turns around, looking in the direction of his family before he turns to me.
He looked beyond nervous. I hold out a thumbs up at him, trying to encourage the boy. He smiles weakly before turning back around.
From the corner of my eye, I see Aurora snapping a bunch of pictures of the boy standing next to the couch.
You could always count on her to catch every single moment on camera.

The three of us cheer as we watch Marc run onto the field. Doing a little hop as he gets settled.
I watch him with a smile on my face. "You're so in love." I side eyes Aurora and see that she had the camera in my face. I push the camera back. "Record him, not me." I laugh.

I watch as the boy starts to jog around and it all happened so quick. "Oh my—" my family and I all stood up as we watch Marc sprinting to the ball. His view was clear as he shoots the ball into the net.
"GOL!!" I scream, gripping onto my dad who started to cheer.
"METIÓ UN GOL!" I cheer happily.
"VAMOS!!! Ay dios mío!" I laugh happily as I see the boy cheering and celebrating with his team.
Aurora hugs me as we cheer on the goal. I watch as the boy points his finger in our direction as he starts to jog off to continue the game.
I feel a tear fall down my face and I quickly whip it.
I sit back down, still gripping onto my sister. "Why are you crying?" My dad asks.
"I'm so happy! He's been working for this day for so long and he scored!" I say.
"It's like when Pablo scored in the World Cup, you started crying with happiness." Aurora chuckles.
The rest of the game went by in a breeze and it ended with Barcelona winning 1-0.

I had made my way down to the tunnel as quick as I could in hopes to find Marc before he went back out but I walked Aurora and my dad to the entrance as I tried to convince him that Pablo will take me home even though I didn't ask him.

I stand at the end of the tunnel, looking out at the boy who stood there doing an interview. His eyes keep meeting mine but he quickly turns them back to the cameras.
I feel a hand get placed on my back and I turn around to see my brother all dressed and showered.
"I'm taking you home?" He asks. I nod and smile at him.
He nods. "You got lucky we didn't have to ride on the bus today...I'll be waiting in the car, take as long as you want...actually just don't came back." I playfully shoved him back.
He laughs at me before he tells me to not take long and that he'll pick me up at the back entrance where the players leave through.

I turn back around, just in time to see Marc nodding his head and saying his thank you's and goodbye to the interviewers.
I watch he as he fiddled to take off the ear piece and get himself untangled from it before he rushes into the tunnel and into my arms
I hold him tightly as his arms hold my waist.
"You did amazing." I say, as I lean back to look at his face.
He smiled and rests his head down on my shoulder.
"I'm so proud of you, amor." I tell him. He lifts his head back up and he presses a soft kiss on my cheek. "That gol was for you." He says.
"I can't believe that happened." He laughs as we pull away from the hug.
"It happened so fast but it was amazing." I tell him as I take one of his hands in mine.
"I swear I heard you scream." He teases me as he reaches up and pokes my cheek.
"Probably..I was very happy." I joke. "Did you scream?" He asks with curiosity.
I nod. "Of course I did!" I say as we start to make our way deeper into the tunnel. I tell the boy how Aurora caught it all on video and that I'd send it to him later.
"Vale...bueno, I'll call you later? You don't want to keep Pablo waiting." He tells me as we reach the entrance of the locker room.
I nod at him before he leans down, placing one of his hands on the back of my neck as he pushes his lips to mine. "Te amo." I tell him as we pull away.
"Te amo." He says back before we say our goodbyes and I start to make my way out of the stadium.

A/n: Marc 🥳