Hey, everyone. I love this story, which makes me wonder why the fuck I haven't updated it... Anyways...
I don't own the footballers or the football clubs. Storyline and Lakia and Kayne are mine.
xoxo
Nikki
I smiled at my best friend when I arrived back in London. The pair of us dragged ourselves to a park and threw ourselves onto the bench. It was no secret that Lakia was obsessed with Daniel Agger.
"Got it,"
"Good. So… the guy who gave it back to you… was he cute?" Lakia questioned. I smirked. I wanted to play a little game…
"Yeah…"
"Daniel Agger's cute," Lakia stated dreamily.
"I know…"
"Was he Scouse?"
"Nope…"
"Daniel Agger's not Scouse…"
"Was he foreign?"
"Yes…"
"Daniel Agger is foreign…"
"I know…"
"Agger…" she smiled. I knew she wasn't telling me it was Agger, but I wanted to tell her so badly. So I did.
"Yup,"
"Sorry, what? I was dreaming about -"
"Agger. It was him that gave me my iPod…"
"You! You bitch!"
"He told me to keep in contact with him an' all"
"Hot damn, girl! You're lucky!"
"He's an idiot..."
"He's cute,"
"I wonder if we could set him up with Martin…"
"Martin Kelly?"
"Fuck no! Škrtel, of course!"
The pair of us giggled for a while. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
Hey. You home yet? Just wanted to ask if you wanted to come visit sometime? I told the guys about you, they're all super psyched :D
I reread the text a few times and smiled. I didn't realise he wanted to keep that much in contact.