stuck on you || draxler

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lundi 10:36

"Bonjour, je m'appelle Marcelle Vaugrenard, et je joue au poste d'attaquant pour Paris Saint-Germain."

The first thing Marcelle forgot about when she signed with PSG was the demanding things she had to do throughout the day.

She forgot that, being a footballer now, she had interviews to go to, especially because of her eccentric rise in the football world. This one happened to be her very first interview, but thank God it was with PSG for their little YouTube channel or wherever they post the video.

Julian was also here! Just behind the camera, though, sitting on a chair as he scrolled through his Instagram feed and experimented with his new Snapchat account, waiting for Marcelle to be done because he had driven her here.

He had done the same interview just two weeks ago when he came to Paris, so he didn't really think it was a lot of important stuff unless they ask her more personal questions or any questions about him—since he is just sitting there.

They both have training after this—Julian at Camp des Loges and Marcelle at the Stade Municipal Georges Lefèvre, which were literally across the street from each other—so Julian might as well drive Marcelle to and from training.

"Alright, and now, can you speak in English for the rest of the video?" the interviewer asked.

"En anglais?" They probably need it for their international viewers or whatever. Marcelle still really didn't understand of these demands of high level football and their media, but she figured she'd go with it. "Okay."

Julian leaned over to her, whispering, "They're going to be uploading this to YouTube, that's why they need you to speak English."

"It's not a problem is it?"

"Oh, no, no! I actually speak English more than I usually do nowadays because..." Marcelle looked over at Julian, who stuck his tongue out at her, "Julian's French is alright. Well, to me at least."

The interviewer let out a laugh, and Marcelle couldn't tell whether her laugh was forced or in the tiniest bit genuine. "Okay, so Marcelle, how did you get into football?"

"My father was actually the one who encouraged me to play football and coached the team I played on for over ten years in my hometown, Bourges. When I was younger, I used to watch a lot of Les Bleues matches, and I told everyone that I wanted to play on the national team when I grow up."'

"And your transition from semi-professional to professional, how's that been like for you?"

Marcelle paused for a second. "Well, it's been a little difficult now because of all the demands, but I think I could manage and get used to it. Back when I used to play semi-pro, there really weren't a lot of things we had to do on a daily basis, and I also used to hold a job at a café as well, so I am kind of excited what this club holds in store for me."

"Is it easier with the help of your boyfriend?"

"What boyfriend?"

"Julian Draxler?"

Her eyes immediately found his, where he gave her devilish grin. "Julian is not my boyfriend."

"Yet," the German added, getting up from his seat and walking over to sit next to Marcelle. Oh my God, he wouldn't. But he did, and it made her want to absolutely die. "The relationship between Marcelle and I is kind of complicated."

"There is no relationsh—"

"She really likes me, I know it, she just doesn't want to admit it."