An Unimportant Language [AU Fic 2/?]
Title: An Unimportant Language [AU]
Characters: Daniel Agger, Martin Škrtel, Peter Crouch, Steven Gerrard, Jamie Carragher, Xabi Alonso, Nicklas Bendtner
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own the people, but the plot is mine. This hasn’t happened nor will it ever happen.
Summary: Daniel's acting strangely, but learning more about Martin and his friends. (Sorry for all the dialogue)
At lunch, Martin left quickly, leaving Daniel stranded. Daniel, unsure of his surroundings, darted to the toilets, tossed his schoolbag down by the sinks, slipped into a cubicle and pulled out his phone. He dialled the number cautiously.
“D-Daniel? Uh…,”
“Hej, Nicklas,” Daniel smiled. The line went dead and Daniel was left frowning at the door of the cubicle he was in. He shoved the phone back into his pocket and stormed out of the room. He grabbed his bag viciously and attempted to barge his way past some other boys.
“Daniel?” Daniel halted and looked up.
“Martin… Where… where did you… go?” Daniel questioned.
“To get my other friends. I told you to wait…”
“You did?”
“Yes. This is Steven, Jamie and Peter,” Daniel automatically recognised Peter as the miniature giant that had yelled at him earlier when he was first introduced.
“Hey, Daniel. I hope you’ll be joining us for lunch,” Steven smiled.
“Yeah! Martin hasn’t stopped talking about you!” Peter laughed. Daniel watched a strong arm swing at Peter’s face. Peter dodged it and the hand hit the wall.
“Fuck… Peter, I’m going to kill you!” Martin called out, shaking his hand in a feeble attempt to relieve the pain.
Steven glanced at his phone and smiled, “Two seconds. I need to reply to this… it’s… Important…”
“’Course. It’s just Xabi texting you, isn’t it?” Jamie laughed. Daniel was incredibly confused. Who was Xabi?
“Who is… Xabi?” Daniel asked, mispronouncing the name as he fiddled nervously with the strap of his schoolbag.
“My fr-” Steven began.
“Xabi? That’s Stevie’s boyfriend!” Peter yelled. The kid obviously had good hearing. Daniel shot a glance at the blushing Steven.
“Really?” Daniel whispered. Steven nodded.
“Anyway, we’re getting lunch,” Jamie smiled, trying to relieve the awkwardness of the situation.
“Come on Crouchie, Skrts. Carra said we’re getting lunch!” Steven yelled, his voice wobbling slightly. Daniel raised his eyebrows.
“Surnames… What’s yours?” Jamie asked.
“A-Agger…” Daniel mumbled. The next thing he knew, Peter had begun singing Agadoo loudly - and out of tune, for that matter. Daniel sighed. Jamie began to chase Peter to the canteen with Martin lumbering along behind them. Steven looked up at Daniel.
“You okay?”
“Not really. I-I don’t really like… here…” Daniel blurted. His nerves were obvious.
“That’s what Martin said. You’ll grow to love it,” Steven smiled as the pair left the school toilets.
“How did you know where I was?” Daniel asked, exhaling sharply before he spoke.
“We - well, Martin - followed you. He was worried,” Daniel just nodded in reply. “You left in a hurry…” Steven continued as the pair began their own walk to the canteen. Daniel didn’t reply. He couldn’t tell them why. Well, not yet, anyway…
Characters: Daniel Agger, Martin Škrtel, Peter Crouch, Steven Gerrard, Jamie Carragher, Xabi Alonso, Nicklas Bendtner
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own the people, but the plot is mine. This hasn’t happened nor will it ever happen.
Summary: Daniel's acting strangely, but learning more about Martin and his friends. (Sorry for all the dialogue)
At lunch, Martin left quickly, leaving Daniel stranded. Daniel, unsure of his surroundings, darted to the toilets, tossed his schoolbag down by the sinks, slipped into a cubicle and pulled out his phone. He dialled the number cautiously.
“D-Daniel? Uh…,”
“Hej, Nicklas,” Daniel smiled. The line went dead and Daniel was left frowning at the door of the cubicle he was in. He shoved the phone back into his pocket and stormed out of the room. He grabbed his bag viciously and attempted to barge his way past some other boys.
“Daniel?” Daniel halted and looked up.
“Martin… Where… where did you… go?” Daniel questioned.
“To get my other friends. I told you to wait…”
“You did?”
“Yes. This is Steven, Jamie and Peter,” Daniel automatically recognised Peter as the miniature giant that had yelled at him earlier when he was first introduced.
“Hey, Daniel. I hope you’ll be joining us for lunch,” Steven smiled.
“Yeah! Martin hasn’t stopped talking about you!” Peter laughed. Daniel watched a strong arm swing at Peter’s face. Peter dodged it and the hand hit the wall.
“Fuck… Peter, I’m going to kill you!” Martin called out, shaking his hand in a feeble attempt to relieve the pain.
Steven glanced at his phone and smiled, “Two seconds. I need to reply to this… it’s… Important…”
“’Course. It’s just Xabi texting you, isn’t it?” Jamie laughed. Daniel was incredibly confused. Who was Xabi?
“Who is… Xabi?” Daniel asked, mispronouncing the name as he fiddled nervously with the strap of his schoolbag.
“My fr-” Steven began.
“Xabi? That’s Stevie’s boyfriend!” Peter yelled. The kid obviously had good hearing. Daniel shot a glance at the blushing Steven.
“Really?” Daniel whispered. Steven nodded.
“Anyway, we’re getting lunch,” Jamie smiled, trying to relieve the awkwardness of the situation.
“Come on Crouchie, Skrts. Carra said we’re getting lunch!” Steven yelled, his voice wobbling slightly. Daniel raised his eyebrows.
“Surnames… What’s yours?” Jamie asked.
“A-Agger…” Daniel mumbled. The next thing he knew, Peter had begun singing Agadoo loudly - and out of tune, for that matter. Daniel sighed. Jamie began to chase Peter to the canteen with Martin lumbering along behind them. Steven looked up at Daniel.
“You okay?”
“Not really. I-I don’t really like… here…” Daniel blurted. His nerves were obvious.
“That’s what Martin said. You’ll grow to love it,” Steven smiled as the pair left the school toilets.
“How did you know where I was?” Daniel asked, exhaling sharply before he spoke.
“We - well, Martin - followed you. He was worried,” Daniel just nodded in reply. “You left in a hurry…” Steven continued as the pair began their own walk to the canteen. Daniel didn’t reply. He couldn’t tell them why. Well, not yet, anyway…