DISCLAIMER: I have no knowledge of the sexuality of either Robin Van Persie or Olivier Giroud. This is all fiction that i have made up in my head and any elements of truth are purely coincidental. Please do not read if you are under 18 and do consider a donation to the Nifty Archive.
Olivier Giroud was upset. He hadnt had the best of starts to his arsenal career and the fans were all over him. What made it worse was that they expected him to be as good as the legendary Robin Van Persie. Although, unknown to the fans, he already was.
3 weeks earlier
Giroud had been at arsenal for a month now and was settled into the clubs training routine. It was an uncertain time with all the rumours about Van Persie leaving for Manchester United.
"Hey, Olivier!" shouted Robin. Giroud turned around and looked at the centre of the media storm.
"What is it Robin?" he saod in a heavy french accent.
"You need to be at the savoy hotel on the 15th August 7pm sharp. Ill meet you in the restaurant."
Giroud stood there as Rpbin jogged off to the changing rooms. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder and turned to see Theo Walcott staring at him,
"everything ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, im just a bit freaked out. Robin just told me to meet him at the savoy restaurant on the 15th August. Why does he want me to do that?" quizzed Giroud.
"Mate, its the arsenal strikers tradition. The striker leving the club gets to have his way with the striker joining the club. I cant say any more but you had better be there. Robin doesnt like to hear the word 'no' " said Theo.
Olivier just stood there thinking how the hell did this happen!
End of Part One.
Hope you guys enjoyed it. This is my first fanfic so any feedback will be greatly appreciated.