Prompt: Betrayal, Character: Filippo Inzaghi
Title: Just Friends
Fandom: Football RPF
Pairing: Filippo "Pippo" Inzaghi/Christian "Bobo" Vieri
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Betrayal
Disclaimer: Just figments of my imagination
Word count: 699
Summary: A few years ago, Pippo dated an Italian showgirl named Samantha De Grenet and it was assumed that they were very much in love. After they broke up, he went into full on playboy mode. Rumour has it that Samantha dated Bobo before/during/or after she and Pippo were together. This is assumed to be the reason for Pippo and Bobo's decline in friendship. Samantha also dated Francesco Totti prior to her relationship with Pippo.
Staring at the photographs, Pippo’s mind races. He cannot believe his eyes and is hoping that he’s looking at some kind of sick joke. As much as it pained him to see the two people, outside of his family, that he cared for the most, holding one another, Pippo just couldn’t tear his eyes away from the images in front of him. Bobo, his best friend, and Samantha, his now ex-girlfriend, sharing a loving embrace. One that went far past the “just friends” story that both of them relayed.
He thought about throwing up, but he realised that throwing up on an empty stomach is far worse than throwing up on a full one. So tense and upset he couldn’t sit for more than a few seconds before he got up and started pacing, Pippo jumped when he heard a knock on his door. Knowing full well who was behind it, he clenched his jaw and tried as calmly as he could to walk towards the banging sound.
Turning the handle, Pippo stared back at a familiar pair of brown eyes. Not saying a word, just turning his back to his guest, Pippo headed back to his kitchen.
“Aren’t you going to at least offer me a cup of coffee?” Christian asked.
Pippo said nothing, still staring at the magazine cover. Christian, curious as to what was wrong with his friend, sauntered over to Pippo’s side.
“How could you?” Pippo wondered. “I loved her, Christian. She wasn’t like the others to me.” His voice was quiet, but angry.
“If you were so in love with her, how come you aren’t with her now?” Christian responded. “You knew who she was when you two got together. Don’t blame this on me.”
“I knew she had dated Francesco, but it wasn’t serious. She said she wanted to settle down with me. How could I have believed her?” Pippo clenched his jaw and let out a deep sigh.
“Pippo, listen, there isn’t anything between us. We’re…” Christian couldn’t get those last two words out because, before he knew it, Pippo’s fist was getting better acquainted with the larger man’s jaw.
“Don’t give me that bullshit! God, Christian, at least she meant something to me. She’s just another bed warmer to you.” Pippo was seething and shaking like a leaf.
Christian held his jaw, completely shocked by the expression on his friend’s face. Pippo never lost his cool, ever. The taste of blood entered Christian’s mouth, and in disgust, spat it onto Pippo’s white floor.
“Do that again, Inzaghi, and I’ll make sure your knees are so fucked up you never set foot on a pitch again. She’s a whore. She used you for your name, just admit it. You’ve always been the weaker one, so she figured she’d capitalise on your status.” Christian smirked and stood up straight, emphasising his size over Pippo.
“You just want to have everything and everyone under your thumb, don’t you? Nobody can be bigger or better than Bobo Vieri. Too bad you don’t really live up to all your hype. Samantha was all I wanted and you took her from me not even a week after we’d broken up. “ Pippo sat down on a bar stool and swallowed hard.
“You’re pathetic, Pippo. Some other wanna-be star will come along and take her place. Then you’ll get tired of her using you for your status and the cycle will repeat itself,” Bobo retorted.
“I’m not you, Christian. I actually have some sort of moral decency left in myself. Just get out.” Pippo slid off the bar stool and headed towards his room.
“That’s right, Pippo, walk away. You can steal everyone else’s glory on the field, but you can’t take it if someone does the same off the pitch.”
Christian turned on his heel and walked toward the door. Turning around, he grabbed the magazine that had his picture on the cover. As mad as he was at Pippo for hitting him, Christian knew deep down, he deserved it and Pippo didn’t deserve to have those photos waiting for him. Heading back toward the door, Christian thought about apologising, but it wouldn’t have made a difference.
Fandom: Football RPF
Pairing: Filippo "Pippo" Inzaghi/Christian "Bobo" Vieri
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Betrayal
Disclaimer: Just figments of my imagination
Word count: 699
Summary: A few years ago, Pippo dated an Italian showgirl named Samantha De Grenet and it was assumed that they were very much in love. After they broke up, he went into full on playboy mode. Rumour has it that Samantha dated Bobo before/during/or after she and Pippo were together. This is assumed to be the reason for Pippo and Bobo's decline in friendship. Samantha also dated Francesco Totti prior to her relationship with Pippo.
Staring at the photographs, Pippo’s mind races. He cannot believe his eyes and is hoping that he’s looking at some kind of sick joke. As much as it pained him to see the two people, outside of his family, that he cared for the most, holding one another, Pippo just couldn’t tear his eyes away from the images in front of him. Bobo, his best friend, and Samantha, his now ex-girlfriend, sharing a loving embrace. One that went far past the “just friends” story that both of them relayed.
He thought about throwing up, but he realised that throwing up on an empty stomach is far worse than throwing up on a full one. So tense and upset he couldn’t sit for more than a few seconds before he got up and started pacing, Pippo jumped when he heard a knock on his door. Knowing full well who was behind it, he clenched his jaw and tried as calmly as he could to walk towards the banging sound.
Turning the handle, Pippo stared back at a familiar pair of brown eyes. Not saying a word, just turning his back to his guest, Pippo headed back to his kitchen.
“Aren’t you going to at least offer me a cup of coffee?” Christian asked.
Pippo said nothing, still staring at the magazine cover. Christian, curious as to what was wrong with his friend, sauntered over to Pippo’s side.
“How could you?” Pippo wondered. “I loved her, Christian. She wasn’t like the others to me.” His voice was quiet, but angry.
“If you were so in love with her, how come you aren’t with her now?” Christian responded. “You knew who she was when you two got together. Don’t blame this on me.”
“I knew she had dated Francesco, but it wasn’t serious. She said she wanted to settle down with me. How could I have believed her?” Pippo clenched his jaw and let out a deep sigh.
“Pippo, listen, there isn’t anything between us. We’re…” Christian couldn’t get those last two words out because, before he knew it, Pippo’s fist was getting better acquainted with the larger man’s jaw.
“Don’t give me that bullshit! God, Christian, at least she meant something to me. She’s just another bed warmer to you.” Pippo was seething and shaking like a leaf.
Christian held his jaw, completely shocked by the expression on his friend’s face. Pippo never lost his cool, ever. The taste of blood entered Christian’s mouth, and in disgust, spat it onto Pippo’s white floor.
“Do that again, Inzaghi, and I’ll make sure your knees are so fucked up you never set foot on a pitch again. She’s a whore. She used you for your name, just admit it. You’ve always been the weaker one, so she figured she’d capitalise on your status.” Christian smirked and stood up straight, emphasising his size over Pippo.
“You just want to have everything and everyone under your thumb, don’t you? Nobody can be bigger or better than Bobo Vieri. Too bad you don’t really live up to all your hype. Samantha was all I wanted and you took her from me not even a week after we’d broken up. “ Pippo sat down on a bar stool and swallowed hard.
“You’re pathetic, Pippo. Some other wanna-be star will come along and take her place. Then you’ll get tired of her using you for your status and the cycle will repeat itself,” Bobo retorted.
“I’m not you, Christian. I actually have some sort of moral decency left in myself. Just get out.” Pippo slid off the bar stool and headed towards his room.
“That’s right, Pippo, walk away. You can steal everyone else’s glory on the field, but you can’t take it if someone does the same off the pitch.”
Christian turned on his heel and walked toward the door. Turning around, he grabbed the magazine that had his picture on the cover. As mad as he was at Pippo for hitting him, Christian knew deep down, he deserved it and Pippo didn’t deserve to have those photos waiting for him. Heading back toward the door, Christian thought about apologising, but it wouldn’t have made a difference.