The Wedding - Bojan/Pique Slash - CHAPTER 11/13
Author: kitty69lover
Rating: PG13
Category: Rom-com
Characters: Bojan & Pique, as main characters, the rest of the Barça footballers (see tags).
Length: short story (Intro + 12 chaps)
Summary: using the plot from Sex and the City - the Movie, the fic is based on the issues that arise when the 2 soon to be wed realise they envision the ceremony rather differently and things get a little bit out of control.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gerard Pique or his family, or any of the other footballers mentioned in my story, except for Bojan who is MINE, ALL MINE - ah, i wish. i don't own him either... This is just fiction, not the reality.
Authors Notes: this is pretty much an in joke
June and July 2009
Bojan seemed to have made a habit out of sleeping late. He had no worries in his life, as he had returned for the reminder of the holidays to his parents place. They had been considerate about the whole thing, not asking too many questions, not bringing the subject or his FCB future up too often.
Although he used to spend a lot of his time at Pique’s place before, Bojan had never officially moved in with Gerard or rather, never moved out of his parent’s house, so returning didn’t seem a failure at all.
He had talked with Pep and Laporta and the two decided to weight in all factors and let the decision for the last days of the transfer window and Bojan was cool with that. He himself was not really keen to move to another city, or even to another country, just to get away from Gerard.
He hardly ever went out. With Lionel in Argentina, it was only Pedro and Victor to keep him company and they both felt a bit weird being around him. Of course, they understood that the nature of the trauma he had suffered rendered it almost chronic, making it the sort of illness few fully recovered from, so they paid close attention to his general well being.
Being back in Barcelona was actually easier than he or any of them had initially imagined, with Gerard away on Spanish NT duty. Even if he had been called for the Under 21 team, Bojan was later excused, for family reasons, and with yet again so many miles between the two, he felt safe.
***
Gerard was incredibly happy to have been called for the NT. First and foremost, having to focus on his game was keeping him from thinking about what had happent. Then, he got the chance to rekindle his friendship with Cesc, and the two were seen together almost everywhere.
Of course, he wasn’t trying to get it on with Cesc, feeling that it was too soon, not to mention inappropriate, that Bojan deserved more than that. But having some good clean fun with his old academy friend made him feel a lot better about his people skills.
Besides, Cesc seemed to understand Gerard’s heart was someone else’s and never tried anything himself. He knew he wasn’t even a rebound, just a good friend with whom Gerard can waste some time.
However, when the booze was over and they were on the dry, when the games ended and the players went to their hotel rooms, when Gerard remained all by himself in his bed, he felt like howling with the emptiness he felt inside him. And even someone less astute than Cesc could feel something is just not right.
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“About what?”
This was yet another drunken conversation they were having, in the small hours of the night. Surely if Del Bosque knew what they were up almost every night, he’d think again about retaining them in the squad. But the fat badly knew nothing and that allowed the two to share a bottle of JD almost every night.
But in any of the talks before, the very reason of their drinking had never been brought up so bluntly.
“About Bojan man.”
“Ohhhhhh……don’t say his name….it’s bad….” Gerard slurred, his eyes welling up almost immediately.
“Look Gerard, you’ve been doing this to yourself,” and he gestured to the bottle on the table, “for far too long. It’s time you sort it out, don’t you think?”
“And do what? He hates me. I was a coward and a jerk and I ruined what could’ve been the best day in our lives…our lives…OUR!” he choked on his tears and couldn’t continue for a while.
Cesc understood, yet didn’t. He could see how in love his mate was. And he believed that true love knows no boundaries, that it overcomes all obstacles. He really thought that if Bojan and Gerard truly loved each other, they would find a way to be together again. So, in his opinion, it was just a matter of Gerard grabbing the bull by the horns and managing to talk to Bo.
And he told him that.
“It doesn’t have to be face to face, it doesn’t have to be on the phone. Just find an alternative way to get your words and this great love you have here,” and he patted Gerard’s chest, “to him.”
Gerard drunkenly nodded and soon their session ended, with the last drops of whiskey going down Cesc’s throat.
***
“Hello Victor, this is Mrs. Krkic.”
“Ah, hello!!! Is Bojan OK?”
“Well, he is OK, but we may have a little bit of a problem.”
“Oh, what happent?”
“Hola! magazine July wedding edition came out.”
“Shit! I mean…sorry…”
“It’s OK, I had the same reaction when I saw it this morning. What do you think can be done?”
“A commando of the Atleti boys that aren’t away will purchase every item available in Barcelona.”
“Hahaha, why not, why not. Get buying guys!”
But with all their hard work, Bojan came across the very issue his mother had bought and then badly hid. He found it in the clothes hamper in the bathroom and although he felt like welling up seeing the cover where they happily smiled, he shrugged it off and leaped the pages to the spread.
He came out with huge, teary eyes, but with a better understanding of what had gone wrong.
“I put too much pressure on him.” He said throwing the mag on the kitchen table, startling his mother.
“Oh hun, you found it….”
“It’s OK, it was an instructive read. The big wedding ruined it. The media exposure, the change of dates…”
“He should’ve just said something about it, not leave you hanging like that.” She said coldly.
“I know…I know.”
Rating: PG13
Category: Rom-com
Characters: Bojan & Pique, as main characters, the rest of the Barça footballers (see tags).
Length: short story (Intro + 12 chaps)
Summary: using the plot from Sex and the City - the Movie, the fic is based on the issues that arise when the 2 soon to be wed realise they envision the ceremony rather differently and things get a little bit out of control.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gerard Pique or his family, or any of the other footballers mentioned in my story, except for Bojan who is MINE, ALL MINE - ah, i wish. i don't own him either... This is just fiction, not the reality.
Authors Notes: this is pretty much an in joke
June and July 2009
Bojan seemed to have made a habit out of sleeping late. He had no worries in his life, as he had returned for the reminder of the holidays to his parents place. They had been considerate about the whole thing, not asking too many questions, not bringing the subject or his FCB future up too often.
Although he used to spend a lot of his time at Pique’s place before, Bojan had never officially moved in with Gerard or rather, never moved out of his parent’s house, so returning didn’t seem a failure at all.
He had talked with Pep and Laporta and the two decided to weight in all factors and let the decision for the last days of the transfer window and Bojan was cool with that. He himself was not really keen to move to another city, or even to another country, just to get away from Gerard.
He hardly ever went out. With Lionel in Argentina, it was only Pedro and Victor to keep him company and they both felt a bit weird being around him. Of course, they understood that the nature of the trauma he had suffered rendered it almost chronic, making it the sort of illness few fully recovered from, so they paid close attention to his general well being.
Being back in Barcelona was actually easier than he or any of them had initially imagined, with Gerard away on Spanish NT duty. Even if he had been called for the Under 21 team, Bojan was later excused, for family reasons, and with yet again so many miles between the two, he felt safe.
***
Gerard was incredibly happy to have been called for the NT. First and foremost, having to focus on his game was keeping him from thinking about what had happent. Then, he got the chance to rekindle his friendship with Cesc, and the two were seen together almost everywhere.
Of course, he wasn’t trying to get it on with Cesc, feeling that it was too soon, not to mention inappropriate, that Bojan deserved more than that. But having some good clean fun with his old academy friend made him feel a lot better about his people skills.
Besides, Cesc seemed to understand Gerard’s heart was someone else’s and never tried anything himself. He knew he wasn’t even a rebound, just a good friend with whom Gerard can waste some time.
However, when the booze was over and they were on the dry, when the games ended and the players went to their hotel rooms, when Gerard remained all by himself in his bed, he felt like howling with the emptiness he felt inside him. And even someone less astute than Cesc could feel something is just not right.
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“About what?”
This was yet another drunken conversation they were having, in the small hours of the night. Surely if Del Bosque knew what they were up almost every night, he’d think again about retaining them in the squad. But the fat badly knew nothing and that allowed the two to share a bottle of JD almost every night.
But in any of the talks before, the very reason of their drinking had never been brought up so bluntly.
“About Bojan man.”
“Ohhhhhh……don’t say his name….it’s bad….” Gerard slurred, his eyes welling up almost immediately.
“Look Gerard, you’ve been doing this to yourself,” and he gestured to the bottle on the table, “for far too long. It’s time you sort it out, don’t you think?”
“And do what? He hates me. I was a coward and a jerk and I ruined what could’ve been the best day in our lives…our lives…OUR!” he choked on his tears and couldn’t continue for a while.
Cesc understood, yet didn’t. He could see how in love his mate was. And he believed that true love knows no boundaries, that it overcomes all obstacles. He really thought that if Bojan and Gerard truly loved each other, they would find a way to be together again. So, in his opinion, it was just a matter of Gerard grabbing the bull by the horns and managing to talk to Bo.
And he told him that.
“It doesn’t have to be face to face, it doesn’t have to be on the phone. Just find an alternative way to get your words and this great love you have here,” and he patted Gerard’s chest, “to him.”
Gerard drunkenly nodded and soon their session ended, with the last drops of whiskey going down Cesc’s throat.
***
“Hello Victor, this is Mrs. Krkic.”
“Ah, hello!!! Is Bojan OK?”
“Well, he is OK, but we may have a little bit of a problem.”
“Oh, what happent?”
“Hola! magazine July wedding edition came out.”
“Shit! I mean…sorry…”
“It’s OK, I had the same reaction when I saw it this morning. What do you think can be done?”
“A commando of the Atleti boys that aren’t away will purchase every item available in Barcelona.”
“Hahaha, why not, why not. Get buying guys!”
But with all their hard work, Bojan came across the very issue his mother had bought and then badly hid. He found it in the clothes hamper in the bathroom and although he felt like welling up seeing the cover where they happily smiled, he shrugged it off and leaped the pages to the spread.
He came out with huge, teary eyes, but with a better understanding of what had gone wrong.
“I put too much pressure on him.” He said throwing the mag on the kitchen table, startling his mother.
“Oh hun, you found it….”
“It’s OK, it was an instructive read. The big wedding ruined it. The media exposure, the change of dates…”
“He should’ve just said something about it, not leave you hanging like that.” She said coldly.
“I know…I know.”