Football One Shots

One Day (Alexis Sanchez)

We were never a thing. Alexis and I. Never. Those two syllables mean something big. Because, we never, which meant, we had not been anything special in the 15 years we were friends in Chile.

We were friends from the age of three, we were raised up in poor families. We were close, it was always "Erika and Alexis". Whenever something bad happened, we would be there for each other. People would tease us, but I didn't care. Because I liked him. He just didn't know, and dated girls all over, and when he broke up he would show up at my door.

It changed when Udinese wanted him. They signed him up, but let him stay in Chile playing on loan for Colo-Colo. He was the best player there, the best player in my eyes. It was my Alexis, after all. Then Udinese saw his true talent, the talent I had seen 15 years before them, and Alexis moved to Italy when the loan ended. Udinese was in a bad situation, yes, but getting torn away from your best friend of 15 years a.k.a your crush, is hearbreaking. We wrote letters often, but as he moved to Barcelona, our friendship was too hard to keep.

Yes, he was a footballer-a genius player that had a bright future. I was a brainy brunette, set off to become a fashion designer back then. We had promised to achieve our dreams the next time we meet.

I kept that promise. I did become a famous fashion designer in London, Erika Moretz. I decided to work in London with the hope of one day, I'd meet Alexis again. One day.

And that day was today.

As I stepped into a nearby cafe, it was next to deserted. There was only a few guys there, chatting furiously away in Spanish. I grabbed a frappucino, took the closest seat next to these guys to eavesdrop. Hey, it was pretty interesting.

"Mate, why so down? Is it because of the girl?"

"I-I-I saw her in the news today. She's now a fashion designer, she kept our promise; and, well, I miss her. She was my best friend. I know. I was such an idiot in the past. But it's been 8 years, I doubt she remembers me. " A familiar voice spoke. Very, very familiar in fact. It was Chilean-accented. Could it be?

"Alexis, we'll seek her. Look, she's famous, it'll be easier." A heavily accented Columbian voice comforted the familiar-voice. I peaked at their faces. Is that David Ospina? And that guy with the familiar voice, was that Lexi? They were teammates at Arsenal, I read everything about Sanchez. And that Columbian there had to be David Ospina. And that voice-it had to be Lexi's. It was a bit deeper, but I recognized it.

"Lexi?" I asked slowly. "Lexi, is that you?" My curiousity got the best of me.

The David Ospina guy stared at me. "Are you a fan?"

"No, I'm-"

The guy who I think is Alexis cut me off. "Rika?"

"Yes, it's me Rika, Lexi."

"Rika, I'm so glad I met you here! You don't know how much I've missed you-"

"Lexi, I wrote to you for 3 years when you went to Barcelona and you never replied. You didn't. You didn't ever for those years. Do you know how much that hurt me?"

"Erika," he said softly, "I'm so sorry. It's just, I've been so busy, I regret forgetting you for the first few months. And I thought you'd be angry so I didn't write back. I ruined our friendship, I'm really sorry. I'd do anything to get your forgiveness. I love you."

Three words can mean so much. Like "I hate you" or "Your parents died" or just simply the three Alexis just whispered. It can change your life completely. In this case it did.

"But you'll always love me as a friend....I'm always there for you when your relationships don't work....And I'm this loner who's never dated anybody because her imaginative Prince Charming left her for Arsene Wenger and Pep Guardiola."

He gave his signature lop-sided smile. "I'm your Prince Charming, chica?"

"You never knew? Yeah, another reason why I'm forever alone, Sanchez."

"But like I've said, Erika, I love you. I never had the guts to tell you. Erika, I mean every single letter, in that phrase. I love you, I love you the most, and I will never stop loving you."

"Cliché."

"What do you ask for? I'm trying to do a confession here, people, respect me."

"Well, you are estúpido, because I've loved you since since the fifth grade. I love you, Alexis, and I won't ever stop."

"Well, I'm the el hombre más afortunado del mundo [luckiest man alive], Erika. Shall we start all over? As a couple. Just us. Alexis and Erika, the cutest couple in the world." he moved over and squeezed my hand.

"Yes, I'd like that." as we walked outside the cafe, leaving an opened-mouth David Ospina.

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HA! How did you like this one-shot? I'm clearly clueless for my BVB fanfic...I'm so sorry!!! All of my ideas seem so cliche. So I'm waiting for inspiration to suddenly hit me. But whatever happens, I PROMISE to update on Friday. Pinkie Promise :') I will take requests for one-shots. Just tell me what you'd like. I have some ideas for some stories though. Most of them are inspired from my friends' love life. Haha. If you are reading this Sunny, thank me later on for giving you advice.

But I do have a few rules (primarily basic though, don't worry):

1) I can write about the same player twice, but please don't request it three times...Have a little variety, eh?

2) I like to make up my own plot, but you can make it up if you want. But I wouldn't reccommend it. You can say something like 'I want this to be happy' or 'I want this to be sad, tragic, etc'

3) It doesn't necessarily need to be Arsenal players...I just feel more comfortable writing 'bout my boys. But any footballer is fine.

Anywayyy...This one-shot is actually dedicated to Alexis Sanchez. Because he was Arsenal's Player of the Month, EPL's Player of the Week, FIFA 15's Team of the Week, and scored 11 goals in all competitions already and saved us from losing a bunch of times. That's impressive. I'm sorry if you're not a gooner XD I tend to talk about Arsenal a lot.

-Megan