Twilight Mafia XVII

[best_beating_heart]

"Well, at least the Spanish aren't playing well either." I heard Lidia say after the first half.

I frowned and threw a Jabulani soccer ball at her.

"Don't bad talk my Spanish men," I said.

[dandyvampgirl_13]

I bit the Jabulani ball out of the air, a satisfied smirk on my face at the pop. "Jabulani balls will not be allowed in this household. They suck... balls. Literally. Its a horrible ball."

The second half started, so I shushed Maria by sitting on her. "Silence, young one!"

[DramaPrincezz013]

I rushed into the living room after everyone to watch Spain vs. Netherlands.

Well, at least the Spanish aren't playing well either." Lidia said after the first half.

"Don't bad talk my Spanish men," Maria said, frowning.

"I'm with Maria one this one," I chimed in. "Spain, Spain, Spainnnnnn!!"

[best_beating_heart]

Eva agreed with me and I said, "See?" But I stuck my tongue out as Lidia bit my Jabulani.

But then the second half started and Lid sat on me, saying "Silence, young one!"

I didn't notice her sitting on me, as I was ogling David Villa and Casillas.


((EXTRA TIME!))

[dandyvampgirl_13]

I threw the flattened Jabulani ball at Eva's head for the heck of it.

Maria's head was going bonkers over David Villa, so I started making fun of how the Spaniards names were pronounced. "Why is it Devid Ve-ya? And Pee-kay? Honestly, are we British or French? Tis a silly pronounciation."

The Dutch weren't playing well. I spent most of the game sticking my tongue out at the screen and booing both sides' playing.

[best_beating_heart]

"Because Spanish has a nicer pronounciation than everything," I cried out. I excitedly cried out "Extra time!"

"Have you guys noticed Navas' eyes? They're beaaaautiful," I sighed.

The Spanish were freaking me out. That one Iker Casillas had barely saved almost gave me a heart attack.

I sit during the half time... Iniesta scores oh dear god!

I run a victory lap around the Mansion and yell.

There's still minutes left, Torres is on the ground, he so pulled something. It's almost time for it to end.

It ends! SPAIN IS THE NEW CHAMPION! Paul the Octopus was right.

"YEAAAAH!" I yelled.

[dandyvampgirl_13]

"Light blinded fool of an octopus." I mutter, sitting on a couch and pouting. "If anyone but Iniesta had scored, I'd be okay with this." This was just a dirty, not-nice, not-clean, not-pretty game. Spain, yes, was better, but..... "Blarghleschmargwarg." I grumbled, then rolled over to the kitchen to make myself a peanut butter pie to soothe my hurt ego.

(Navas' eyes scare me. And I think Spain should do a Pantene commercial. All the slow mo kept on zooming in on their long haired players. Twas hillarious.)

[best_beating_heart]

I ran around again, yelling while Lidia pouted on the couch. I heard her roll towards the kitchen.

"This is a cause for a celebration," I cry out. "Whooooooo!"

((His eyes are beauuutiful, I think. And I noticed that too!))

[dandyvampgirl_13]

(*swooshes hair around; pulls out Australian accent* Oh, look at me, I'm a pretty little Spaniard, let me flip my hair for you, ain't I something?!
His eyes remind me of the boy in the I Write Sins video- the huge iris of a shocking color thing.)

"No it's not!" I shouted out a window at Maria, who was still victory lapping. "And no pie for you!" I added. This blasted British accent won't go away, will it?

[best_beating_heart]

"Yes it is!" I stopped victory lapping outside of the kitchen window. "And I don't want pie anyways!"

I stuck my tongue out and laughed, going through the open window.

"I do feel bad though," I said. "It's not nice to see grown men cry."