american dream || pulisic

twenty-three

Long distance relationships are really fucking hard to maintain. Christian just briefly forgot about it when he was back in good ol' America, but once he steps a foot back onto European soil with his love in a totally different country and a totally different plans, suddenly it gets even more harder.

He doesn't have the time to relax anymore because now's all about the Europa league and bouncing back. He doesn't know what free time is anymore, and frankly, he hasn't send more than ten texts to Ellie in the past four days.

The texts had usually been the usual good morning, did you sleep well?, good night, and that was it.

And whenever he does have the time, the boy's busy playing FIFA, or going out to eat, or going out with Felix, or just living his damn life—it's like he forgot he has a girlfriend. Not really though, because he thinks about her. He thinks about Ellie still.

Even though they don't Skype each other as much anymore, he still thinks about her.

He thinks about how pretty she is, and how her eyes make him want to drown in her. He lays in bee and thinks about how nice her thighs are, and how he wants to bury his face down there. He walks into the kitchen thinking about how he and Ellie went for ice cream the night he kissed her for the first time, and he walks back into his room thinking about the next time he'll see her again.

And three weeks past, Christian is placed in a position he never wanted to be in.

"You haven't talked to Ellie in a while," Felix said. Christian was laying on the couch, something he never did because laying down was for his bed, not the couch. But he was on his phone, aimlessly scrolling through Twitter without a care in the world.

He sighed. "Yeah."

That's it. Yeah.

Felix raised an eyebrow. Who stole my Christian Pulisic? "Something bothering you or what?" He wanted over to plop himself next to the American on the couch. "Is it Stöger? You getting subbed out at halftime because Chris—at least you were part of an effort to win. You were important." He referenced their most recent match against Freiburg, not the they wanted, but they'll take it.

But Christian shook his head, no it's not football that bothering me. "No, I'm fine. Just go and...be Felix, I guess."

"You sure?" Felix stood up and shoved Christian's shoulder harshly, just to see if he was still human. But at this point, he doesn't even know anymore. "You're not for dinner? FIFA? Ice cream?"

"Why would we go get ice cream when it's literally thirty degrees outside?"

"I don't know, you and Ellie did when—"

"And since when did Ellie come into the questions?" he lashed out, eyes having left his phone and on Felix, looking like he was annoyed.

And Felix was confused because last time he checked, Ellie was a safe topic to bring up because Christian absolutely loved Ellie, last time he asked. So it surprised him when Christian lashed out at him like this because it was completely uncharacteristic of him to do so.

He had his hands up in defense. "Woah, chill man...you sure you're okay? No girlfriend issues you want to talk about? 'Cause I'm here, if you need me."

"I don't know!" Christian rolls over to face the cushions of the couch, dropping his phone onto the floor with a loud thud. There's something wrong, but Felix doesn't know why and frankly Christian doesn't either. "We haven't seen each other in three weeks, but that's not the point! Ellie and I barely talk anymore because we never have the time anymore, and we're growing further than we started with, and..." sigh, "I'm scared."