[𝟎𝟗] 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

                                    

                                          

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Kylian's seventeenth birthday party was today, and it had to be special. Not only because it just had to be better than the previous one, but because it was different. Neymar wasn't going to be there, and neither was Lionel.
But Achraf was going to be here. His siblings as well. That indirectly made up for the emptiness Neymar's absence would make. And who wouldn't have some Moroccans around at a party? There was seriously nothing better than that. If the weddings were immaculate, then so were the birthday parties for sure. 
He was still thinking of inviting a few more people he liked, and suddenly somebody popped up in his mind. Somebody he needed to invite. 
Sergio Ramos; one of the older kids at his club. Due to his age, he had slightly more experience, though only being a year and a half older than most kids. He was seen as the older brother by everybody, because he also behaved like one. Caring for the younger ones, setting an example, it was all him.
He was also known in the team for his quite...violent antics to say the least. His aggressive style of playing, which did have some advantages, but for the most part, it was just an instigator for card accumulations.
But that didn't mean he wasn't genuinely caring. In fact, out of all the people in the club — besides Achraf, of course — Sergio was the one Kylian found the most comfort in. He knew he could go to the Spaniard for anything, for he'd always offer solutions, or even just a listening ear.
So inviting Sergio was the least he could do. Marquinhos was also going to get invited, and other members of the team, because he always got along with them very well, and they've always made it a tradition to invite each other to birthdays. They've grown up with each other, so it was normal.
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"Your house hasn't changed," Marquinhos laughed, as Kylian let him in. The latter playfully rolled his eyes, "What, was it supposed to have a glow up or some shit? I thought you loved it the way it was." 
"I do, I still do, I just needed to start a conversation," Marquinhos chuckled. The Brazilian had a habit of always bluntly saying his intentions, whether it was for humor, or just to make it less awkward. It was a very likable trait of his, and always has been.
Antoine and Ousmane were already here, though they'd always be the first ones to arrive since they literally lived in the same street as Kylian. Presnel takes some more time to arrive, but he still is one of the first ones nevertheless.
Speaking of the devil, the bell doesn't even ring, but one knock and the door clicks open. Not like it was unusual, Kylian had deliberately told his best friends that they didn't necessarily need to knock. Ousmane and Antoine still do it, but Kylian and Presnel's relationship was stronger, since they've known each other longer than anybody else, so of course they'd do it to one another. 
Presnel can testify Kylian also comes to his house, rarely ever knocking. Their parents have grown used to it, for they knew their boys considered each other as brothers.
Just friendship things. 
"What's good," Presnel greeted as all the attention was on him now. He quickly does his signature handshake with each person in the room, and then moves on to Kylian, bringing him into a hug. "Happy birthday bro, you're a year closer to death."