translated ♛ || a. griezmann

•vingt neuf•

A/N: There's Spanish in this chapter but considering I know very very little of it, if there are mistakes please let me know! That would be greatly appreciated since Google translate is not always accurate. Thanks!

"Jugar. To play."

"Good, now conjugate it in the present tense." he orders.

"Yo juego, tú juegas..."

It has been a little over a month since we arrived back in Madrid, and the usual routine of life has began to pick up. However, this also meant that the Christmas holidays were coming up as well, and I was beyond excited. Our lessons had resumed, and school had started again. When we landed, of course we were flooded by reporters about the incident that happened in Paris, but Antoine told me to just ignore them and walk to the car.

Besides the recurring sounds of footsteps every now and then, the impact that the attack has on me is beginning to fade slightly.

When I first saw Amelia, she crushed me into a giant embrace, yelling and screaming at me for not calling her after I had came out of the Bataclan theater and other reasons.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when Antoine points at another word on the paper. We're sitting on the couch in his little office space in the stadium.

"What's this?"

I roll my eyes at him, "Antoine I know that word already."

"What is it?"

"Amar. To love." I smiled.

"Use it in a sentence." He says softly.

I hesitate for a bit, feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks.

"Si amas a alguien, debes hacer todo por ellos." (If you love someone, you must do everything for them.)

His eyebrows raise at my somewhat complex sentence.

"You know," he begins, "I never asked for you to make such a long sentence."

"It's not long." I shrug, looking down.

"Rosalie." He says my name like a whisper, as it rolls gently off his tongue. He lifts my chin upwards and my eyes lock onto his, a smile forming on my face.

"Look into my eyes and say it." He says in a dangerously low voice.

My breath hitches in my throat before I utter out the words he wants to hear.

"Te amo. Te quiero."

"That's better." He smirks, before leaning in and closing the gap.

I feel his lips on my top lip, before he moves them downwards. Despite being in a slightly uncomfortable position, I return the favor, our lips moving in perfect sync.

"Antoine," I mutter softly as he continues to move his lips against mine.

"Hm?" He hums.

"Our productivity is pretty low don't you think?" I chuckle, seeing that we had only finished half of what we were supposed to do on the worksheet.

"Who cares about that?" He mumbles, before pushing me over onto the couch.

"Hey stop!" I laugh, as he begins to tickle my sides.

"Stop, no I'm ticklish there!" I continue to giggle, flailing under him as he swiftly moves his fingers along my sides.

"That's what you get for not listening to your teacher, Monsieur Griezmann."

"What do you mean, I said it!" I pout childishly.

"Mhm, say it again." He teases. When his smug grin comes into my line of vision, my face flushes red and I grind my teeth together.

"No, I said it once already!"

"But you sound so good when you speak Spanish, querida." He whispers, his face dangerously close to mine.

I can feel the blush creeping up on my face again, as he smiles in victory. He knows that he's able to win me over with his silky voice any time. He knows that he affects me in that way. He just does.

"I love you, te amo, je t'aime, te quiero, te quiero, te quiero."

"That's better," he laughs, before attacking me with his lips again. His breath is warm as it brushes my ear, sending a quick shiver down my spine.

Suddenly the door to his room bursts open. I instantly bounce backwards, my heart lurching. The shock and adrenaline that courses through me is almost level with the amount that I had when Raphael walked in on us a month ago.

Did this idiot not even think about locking the door?

Antoine and I both turn our heads in the direction of the door, but the sight that we're met with isn't what we expect at all.

In fact, a shocked laugh escapes my mouth when I see the what's in front of me.

Amelia and Lucas Hernandez have their hands around each other as they proceed to suck each others faces off through some relatively aggressive French kissing.

"Lucas?!"

"Amelia?!"

Antoine and I both shout at the same time.

The couple stops like a deer caught in headlights. Their faces instantly flush red, with Lucas realizing that he just walked into the wrong room and Amelia instantly jumping backwards at the sight of me.

"Oh my god," her breath hitches, her eyes widening when they meet mine.

Everybody just pauses for a bit, letting the reality of the situation sink in. I stare at her miraculously while Antoine's mouth drops open at the sight of Lucas.

I don't know if I'm more mortified of being caught making out with Antoine or the fact that my best friend is dating his best friend. The position that Antoine and I are currently in doesn't really help the situation at all either.

"S-Since when?!" I sputter, breaking the silence.

The two of them instantly break apart, Lucas's ears turning bright red.

"Uhh..."

"Well..."

"Lucas your room is literally 4 doors away, how in the name of god did you manage to burst into my room?" Antoine laughs wholeheartedly, before getting up from the couch.

"I-Uh..." The poor boy is clearly flustered to no end.

"Okay, yeah. We're dating. Ha ha ha, surprise surprise! Now if you'll excuse us-" Amelia quickly mutters out, before grabbing Lucas's hand.

"Wait!" I call out.

She turns her head back to look at me, Lucas already out the door.

"You could've at least told me," I laugh wholeheartedly.

"It was right after you all came back from France, okay?" She says, a look of annoyance written all over her face.

"Damn Amelia, you've landed yourself a nice one," I smirk.

Antoine is clearly not pleased, as he shoots me a look. I merely grin at him, and he just rolls his eyes.

"Hey we should go on a double date," Amelia begins.

"WHAT?!" Lucas shouts from the hallway. "NO!"

"That's a good a idea actually," I pipe up, smiling at the thought. I look over to Antoine, who seems to be considering the idea.

"Let's go to the amusement park! It's the weekend anyways, isn't it?" Antoine suggests.

I can feel my heart sinking. My mind instantly flashes back to when I went to Disneyland Paris with my father as a child, the memories of being at the top of a ride and having it malfunction instantly resurfacing.

"Yeah, that's a great idea!" Amelia shouts.

I can feel my palms beginning to sweat, but I remain silent.

"Yeah," I respond quietly, "s-sounds good."