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more than just one day. Most likely the whole weekend.
Chapter 18
Ryan
I grabbed her and spun her around in the station and I expected her to be happy to see me, but she was kind of awkward, emotional even. She looked really pale. She was still beautiful in my eyes, but I kept quizzing her, thinking that something was really wrong.
“Babes, did you have a bad train journey?”
She shook her head as we hopped on the bus to get back to mine. I thought about getting a taxi, but that would mean spending money that I didn’t have right now. When I’d left home, I’d ended up handing what little I had managed to save to my mum. I knew that she didn’t deserve it, but I’d given it to her on the understanding that she would buy new shoes and uniforms for the boys. She had promised to do that and I’d given a bit to my Aunt to buy clothes for my sister too.
“No, I’m just tired.”
Tired!
“It’s been how long since we have seen each other, and you look as if it’s a wet weekend! For once it’s not raining in Manchester, especially this time of year.”
She tried to put on a fake smile, but as I lugged her bags to the bus stop, it didn't last long.
“I need to call my aunt and tell her that I’m here safely.”
I nodded, “Okay.”
I’d thought that this weekend was going to be special, but by the look on her face she was too troubled for that. I just hoped that holding her in my arms and listening to her problems would make her feel a bit better.
“We just need to walk around ten minutes or so to Portland Street, and then we can get the bus to Old Trafford.”
“Sure. I’ll call her when we get to the bus stop.”
As usual Piccadilly Station was packed and it was a bit of a fight to get out of there to the bus stop. I held her hand and gave her the rundown of the weekend. I felt as if I was talking to myself, because she clearly wasn’t listening. I thought that maybe her Mum was on her mind.
“So, you spoken to your Mum yet?”
Since she’d been kicked out by her Dad, she’d seemed to keep a distance from Nicola.
“Sure, one phone call. She seems distant and the conversation is practically always the same. Always asking questions about Dad.”
The one person that I wasn’t interested in hearing about, but I asked the question anyway.
“How’s he doing?”
“The same.”
What did that mean?
But I could tell by the look on Nicola’s face that she wasn’t going to say any more than that.
“What’s the team like?”
“Fucking fantastic,” I cheered as I dropped her bag and quickly picked it up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to do that. But the guys. Seriously, it’s like we all connected from day one. It’s fucking tough. They all play well and I know that by hard work and determination I can get to their standard.”
“That good. Cause you’re not so bad yourself.”
I found myself blushing; I wasn’t used to compliments at all. The only ones I ever got were when I managed to score a goal. At home, they didn’t exist, no matter how hard I worked. Then again, when I’d handed over the few hundred quid that I’d managed to save and gave it to Mum when I was leaving, she had told me that I was a good boy. Which was the first time she had ever said anything nice to me.
“Why, thank you, Miss Willis.”
She smiled, that shy innocent smile that I’d fallen in love with from the first time I met her.
“Dunno, maybe it’s because we’re all from different backgrounds, but no one thinks that they are above someone else. Not that the guys in the Academy were bad, but it makes a difference when you’re with a bunch of guys who practically brought themselves up.”
She sat down as we reached the stop, we had been only walking a little while, but it was clear that my predictions about the weather were completely wrong.
“Axel’s a fucking inspiration. He came over from the Congo like some of the other guys when they were young and, even though he was brought up
Chapter 18
Ryan
I grabbed her and spun her around in the station and I expected her to be happy to see me, but she was kind of awkward, emotional even. She looked really pale. She was still beautiful in my eyes, but I kept quizzing her, thinking that something was really wrong.
“Babes, did you have a bad train journey?”
She shook her head as we hopped on the bus to get back to mine. I thought about getting a taxi, but that would mean spending money that I didn’t have right now. When I’d left home, I’d ended up handing what little I had managed to save to my mum. I knew that she didn’t deserve it, but I’d given it to her on the understanding that she would buy new shoes and uniforms for the boys. She had promised to do that and I’d given a bit to my Aunt to buy clothes for my sister too.
“No, I’m just tired.”
Tired!
“It’s been how long since we have seen each other, and you look as if it’s a wet weekend! For once it’s not raining in Manchester, especially this time of year.”
She tried to put on a fake smile, but as I lugged her bags to the bus stop, it didn't last long.
“I need to call my aunt and tell her that I’m here safely.”
I nodded, “Okay.”
I’d thought that this weekend was going to be special, but by the look on her face she was too troubled for that. I just hoped that holding her in my arms and listening to her problems would make her feel a bit better.
“We just need to walk around ten minutes or so to Portland Street, and then we can get the bus to Old Trafford.”
“Sure. I’ll call her when we get to the bus stop.”
As usual Piccadilly Station was packed and it was a bit of a fight to get out of there to the bus stop. I held her hand and gave her the rundown of the weekend. I felt as if I was talking to myself, because she clearly wasn’t listening. I thought that maybe her Mum was on her mind.
“So, you spoken to your Mum yet?”
Since she’d been kicked out by her Dad, she’d seemed to keep a distance from Nicola.
“Sure, one phone call. She seems distant and the conversation is practically always the same. Always asking questions about Dad.”
The one person that I wasn’t interested in hearing about, but I asked the question anyway.
“How’s he doing?”
“The same.”
What did that mean?
But I could tell by the look on Nicola’s face that she wasn’t going to say any more than that.
“What’s the team like?”
“Fucking fantastic,” I cheered as I dropped her bag and quickly picked it up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to do that. But the guys. Seriously, it’s like we all connected from day one. It’s fucking tough. They all play well and I know that by hard work and determination I can get to their standard.”
“That good. Cause you’re not so bad yourself.”
I found myself blushing; I wasn’t used to compliments at all. The only ones I ever got were when I managed to score a goal. At home, they didn’t exist, no matter how hard I worked. Then again, when I’d handed over the few hundred quid that I’d managed to save and gave it to Mum when I was leaving, she had told me that I was a good boy. Which was the first time she had ever said anything nice to me.
“Why, thank you, Miss Willis.”
She smiled, that shy innocent smile that I’d fallen in love with from the first time I met her.
“Dunno, maybe it’s because we’re all from different backgrounds, but no one thinks that they are above someone else. Not that the guys in the Academy were bad, but it makes a difference when you’re with a bunch of guys who practically brought themselves up.”
She sat down as we reached the stop, we had been only walking a little while, but it was clear that my predictions about the weather were completely wrong.
“Axel’s a fucking inspiration. He came over from the Congo like some of the other guys when they were young and, even though he was brought up
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