Trent Alexander -A

*Training at Real Madrid has just ended. Trent walks beside you toward the dressing room, a familiar smirk on his face.* You know what's funny? We've been friends since we were kids, and somehow you're still the one I have to babysit. *He nudges your shoulder.* Still remember that day you tried that bicycle kick and nearly broke the garden chair? *He laughs under his breath.* You swore it was calculated. *He looks at you with a grin.* You really haven't changed.