Day 11 & Day 12
Title: 5 items of clothing Fernando Torres gained during national duty
Characters: Random members of La Selección
Word Count: 725
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Not true. Don't know them, don't own them, etc, etc. You know the drill.
Author's Notes: SORRY. I know, I know. I am made of epic fail. I know I missed yesterday’s fic, but my muse was seriously dead. But I’ve managed to resurrect it, I think. As Naz said, the last day of 12 Days of rhetoriclove. It’s been fun (and frustrating coz you know, of the muse and all), but seriously, we write for you guys. Thanks for all the comments. I haven’t always replied, but they definitely kept me going. <333333 Merry Christmas, lovelies! ♥
1. “No way!”
Cesc glares at him. “I won the bet! So you have to do it.”
David snickers. “I told you you shouldn’t have bet against Cesc.”
Fernando glances over at Xabi.
“Don’t even think about going to Xabi for help,” David tells him. “He’s just here to make sure Cesc doesn’t get himself killed.” Cesc merely beams at them in response.
“But Cesc, that’s just…it’s cruel.”
“I’ve had worse experiences.”
“Cesc, come on.”
“Do it!”
And that was how Fernando found himself fleeing from Aragonés’ room, a damp shirt in his hand. He threw it at Cesc, who squealed in disgust and threw it back at him.
A few minutes later, they all left for dinner and Fernando forgot all about it until Sergio found it under the bed, sniffed it and with disgust said, “It’s called laundry, Nando.”
2. He hadn’t really wanted them.
It was just that Sergio had called him boring, and normally, that wouldn’t have bothered him, except Sergio had gone on a full on rant about how he was always safe and never tried anything new. He had gone through his clothes and complained, “And look at your clothes! You pack the same things every time we have national duty.”
Fernando hadn’t planned on buying them. He had been wandering around while Cesc had hijacked Sergio into one of the stores that was having a D & G sale.
He had come across them in the store window and have visibly squirmed just looking at them. Except the salesperson had seen him looking and started on about how they would look “fabulous” on him and how he had the “legs to pull it off”.
“Oh my god!” Sergio’s jaw drops open. “You bought leather pants!”
Fernando cringes when Sergio lets out a giggle.
3. “Ummmm…” Fernando looks at Sergio, who’s watching him expectantly.
“Do you like?”
“It’s a…what is it?”
“A beanie, silly. Coz you’re always complaining about how it’s so cold in England, and how your ears always turn red from the cold. So now…your ears can be nice and warm.”
“Yeah, but…it has…ears.”
Sergio beams at him. “I know! It’s a puppy hat!”
“…”
“I saw it right away and thought of you. Well, you and your ears.” He reaches forward and pulls the beanie over Fernando’s head. He squeals in delight. “You’re so cute!”
Fernando looks at his reflection, and he swears the puppy hat is laughing at him.
4. Fernando hadn’t expected to walk in to see a pair of stockinged-legs in the air. At first he thought the team was playing a prank on him and had hired a hooker.
Then he hears a grunt and Cesc’s head pops up. “Oh. Hi, Nando. I fell over trying to put on this pantyhose. You know, I think it’s too small.”
Fernando stares at him. “What are you doing?”
“Robin said he’s going to have a costume party for Christmas. I wanted to go as Avril.”
“…why?”
“Why not?”
When Cesc had left the room, Fernando grabs the pantyhose and stuffs it into his own bag. He didn’t care how much Robin liked Cesc. Cesc wearing pantyhose was something no one should ever have to see.
5. Sergio giggles and Fernando glares at him in reply.
“It’s not funny.”
“It sort of is.”
“Losing my luggage isn’t funny, Sergio.”
“It isn’t lost. They found it, you’ll get it eventually. It’s just…who puts their wallet in their luggage? You can’t even buy new clothes.”
“If you lost your luggage, I would have bought you new clothes and not gloated.”
“No, you wouldn’t. Coz I wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave my wallet in my suitcase.” He pats Fernando’s arm. “Silly, Nando. But come, I will buy you clothes.”
*
“Uhmmm, no.”
Sergio shrugs. “You don’t really have a choice. I’m the one paying for your clothes.”
“Would you wear this?”
“We’re not shopping for me. We’re shopping for you.”
“Right. Well, I don’t like it.”
“You know what? I’m buying it and only it, so you’ll have to wear it.”
David falls off his chair laughing when he sees Fernando. Íker just rolls his eyes, and Xabi doesn’t look surprised.
Cesc squints. “What does it say?”
Sergio giggles. “Bad boy for life.”
Cesc giggles and Fernando swears he’s burning the shirt as soon as he can.
Title: 5 times David Villa wondered if playing for Spain meant your intelligence regressed to that of a 15-year-old
Characters: Random members of La Selección
Word Count: 991
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Not true. Don't know them, don't own them, etc, etc. You know the drill.
1. David frowns, looking visibly upset.
“What’s wrong with you?” Joaquín asks.
David grunts in reply and points to Sergio and Nando. Both of who are on the couch, giggling and holding hands, sneaking kisses in to each other every two seconds.
Joaquín shrugs. “You just have to pretend they’re not there. Like the rest of us do.”
David is set to do that, when Sergio bursts into a peal of laughter and Fernando leans down to kiss him.
“Like fucking fifteen year olds,” David scowls. Joaquín just laughs in reply.
“I think you’re jealous,” he says, leaning forward towards him.
David kicks him in the knee. “I will kick you where it really hurts,” he warns him.
Joaquín makes a face at him. “Wet blanket,” he mumbles.
2. Cesc swoops into the room, his arms full.
Íker looks at him, suspiciously. “What’s going on, mocoso?”
Cesc says something, but it all sounds like mumbling since he’s behind so many things.
Xabi relieves him of half of his load. “Why do you have so many games with you?” he asks.
“Game day!” Cesc says, putting his half down on the table.
David rolls his eyes. “And why should we indulge you in this immense…stupidness?” Joaquín pokes him in the ribs and tells him to play nice.
Not that it matters. Cesc doesn’t seem to be listening anyway. “We split into two teams, and they get points for every game they win. Team with the most points in the end wins.”
There’s a silence and then finally Fernando asks, “Wins what?”
“Bragging rights,” Cesc says.
More silence.
“And losers have to buy the winners dinner and drinks,” he finishes.
“I want to be in Cesc’s team,” Sergio says quickly.
“Me too,” Fernando agrees.
Cesc smiles smugly. “Uhmmm, Íker can be the other captain. Pick someone.”
Íker sighs. “Fine. Uhhh…David.”
David gapes at him. “What? I don’t want to buy them all dinner!”
Íker glares at him. “You won’t coz they’re not going to win.” He looks around. “I pick Xabi.”
Cesc shrugs. “Sucks to be him. Joaquín.”
“I feel like lobster tonight,” Joaquín whispers to David as he passes him, smirking.
*
They’re seven games in when David realizes just how choatic the scene is. Cesc and Íker are playing some game on the PS3, their teammates loudly cheering them on. Most of the cheering was being done by Cesc’s team. Íker’s team was mostly groaning, every time Cesc won a round.
But David’s having fun anyway. Even though they’re losing. After all the stress of club games, of trainings, of tired muscles, it felt good to just be there.
3. “Ewww…look how fat she’s gotten.” Sergio’s voice is laced with disdain.
Cesc glares at him. “I happen to think she looks pretty good, considering she just had two kids. I’d like to see you keep your body fit after pushing out two kids.”
“If I could, I’d look better than her,” Sergio says, tossing his hair.
“You’re just bitchy.”
“No, I’m just being honest.”
David groans. “What the hell are you girls talking about?”
Cesc waves the magazine that he and Sergio are poring over. “You should see some of the dresses these celebrities wear. I guess all the money in the world can’t buy you a fashion sense.” He and Sergio giggle at that.
“Oh, look at her hair!” Sergio stabs at a picture. “It’s so shiny. I wonder what conditioner she uses.”
Cesc inspects the picture closely, and then touches Sergio’s hair. “Nah, I think your hair is prettier.”
Sergio beams. “Well, I know that. I’m just saying her hair’s pretty too.”
Cesc is touching his hair again. “Are you using a different conditioner? Coz your hair’s been looking shinier lately.”
“Yes! I’ve been trying this shampoo with pineapple extract. It’s working, right? I thought maybe it wasn’t coz Nando hasn’t noticed.”
Cesc snorts. “Of course he hasn’t, that neanderthal.”
David suppresses a sob. He swears that he can actually feel his I.Q. dropping.
4. The first time David has an MSN conversation with them. He’s surprised by how much Cesc terrifies him online. What terrifies him even more is that none of the others seem to notice or mind. Even during the times he’s sure Cesc can’t be speaking English. Or Spanish. Or any language. He swears he’s seen Cesc type out wadf7urtygvgsxcynhhuh3e5r more than a number of times, and everyone seemed to get it. Except for him.
And when he had asked Cesc when he meant, Cesc had snootily replied, “Nothing. It’s called keyboard mashing” and then he’d called David a word he’s never heard before. A noob or something. David hadn’t understood that, but Xabi had smirked at him so he knew it wasn’t any good.
The next time he was added to a conversation, he told Cesc that he knew fifteen year old who typed better than him. Cesc said he needed to be educated in something called n3+5p34k, so David said he hated them all and left the conversation, glad to have the option to ‘Appear Offline’.
5. When they lost to France in 2006. No one knew what to say or what to do. They all just sat there in the dressing room, like none of them could believe what was happening; that it was over.
Cesc was crying. Íker was just sitting there, his goalkeeper’s gloves still on as he stared at them. Raúl looked like he was trying hard to figure out what to say to them.
David’s eyes were burning as he pressed the heels of his palms against them. Joaquín puts a hand on his back, and even Xabi looks like he’s stunned.
And just like that, they were all fifteen again. Where they took everything to heart, where a game wasn’t just a game, where a loss meant everything. They were boys who had just played their hearts out for their country and had nothing to show for it.
Characters: Random members of La Selección
Word Count: 725
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Not true. Don't know them, don't own them, etc, etc. You know the drill.
Author's Notes: SORRY. I know, I know. I am made of epic fail. I know I missed yesterday’s fic, but my muse was seriously dead. But I’ve managed to resurrect it, I think. As Naz said, the last day of 12 Days of rhetoriclove. It’s been fun (and frustrating coz you know, of the muse and all), but seriously, we write for you guys. Thanks for all the comments. I haven’t always replied, but they definitely kept me going. <333333 Merry Christmas, lovelies! ♥
1. “No way!”
Cesc glares at him. “I won the bet! So you have to do it.”
David snickers. “I told you you shouldn’t have bet against Cesc.”
Fernando glances over at Xabi.
“Don’t even think about going to Xabi for help,” David tells him. “He’s just here to make sure Cesc doesn’t get himself killed.” Cesc merely beams at them in response.
“But Cesc, that’s just…it’s cruel.”
“I’ve had worse experiences.”
“Cesc, come on.”
“Do it!”
And that was how Fernando found himself fleeing from Aragonés’ room, a damp shirt in his hand. He threw it at Cesc, who squealed in disgust and threw it back at him.
A few minutes later, they all left for dinner and Fernando forgot all about it until Sergio found it under the bed, sniffed it and with disgust said, “It’s called laundry, Nando.”
2. He hadn’t really wanted them.
It was just that Sergio had called him boring, and normally, that wouldn’t have bothered him, except Sergio had gone on a full on rant about how he was always safe and never tried anything new. He had gone through his clothes and complained, “And look at your clothes! You pack the same things every time we have national duty.”
Fernando hadn’t planned on buying them. He had been wandering around while Cesc had hijacked Sergio into one of the stores that was having a D & G sale.
He had come across them in the store window and have visibly squirmed just looking at them. Except the salesperson had seen him looking and started on about how they would look “fabulous” on him and how he had the “legs to pull it off”.
“Oh my god!” Sergio’s jaw drops open. “You bought leather pants!”
Fernando cringes when Sergio lets out a giggle.
3. “Ummmm…” Fernando looks at Sergio, who’s watching him expectantly.
“Do you like?”
“It’s a…what is it?”
“A beanie, silly. Coz you’re always complaining about how it’s so cold in England, and how your ears always turn red from the cold. So now…your ears can be nice and warm.”
“Yeah, but…it has…ears.”
Sergio beams at him. “I know! It’s a puppy hat!”
“…”
“I saw it right away and thought of you. Well, you and your ears.” He reaches forward and pulls the beanie over Fernando’s head. He squeals in delight. “You’re so cute!”
Fernando looks at his reflection, and he swears the puppy hat is laughing at him.
4. Fernando hadn’t expected to walk in to see a pair of stockinged-legs in the air. At first he thought the team was playing a prank on him and had hired a hooker.
Then he hears a grunt and Cesc’s head pops up. “Oh. Hi, Nando. I fell over trying to put on this pantyhose. You know, I think it’s too small.”
Fernando stares at him. “What are you doing?”
“Robin said he’s going to have a costume party for Christmas. I wanted to go as Avril.”
“…why?”
“Why not?”
When Cesc had left the room, Fernando grabs the pantyhose and stuffs it into his own bag. He didn’t care how much Robin liked Cesc. Cesc wearing pantyhose was something no one should ever have to see.
5. Sergio giggles and Fernando glares at him in reply.
“It’s not funny.”
“It sort of is.”
“Losing my luggage isn’t funny, Sergio.”
“It isn’t lost. They found it, you’ll get it eventually. It’s just…who puts their wallet in their luggage? You can’t even buy new clothes.”
“If you lost your luggage, I would have bought you new clothes and not gloated.”
“No, you wouldn’t. Coz I wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave my wallet in my suitcase.” He pats Fernando’s arm. “Silly, Nando. But come, I will buy you clothes.”
*
“Uhmmm, no.”
Sergio shrugs. “You don’t really have a choice. I’m the one paying for your clothes.”
“Would you wear this?”
“We’re not shopping for me. We’re shopping for you.”
“Right. Well, I don’t like it.”
“You know what? I’m buying it and only it, so you’ll have to wear it.”
David falls off his chair laughing when he sees Fernando. Íker just rolls his eyes, and Xabi doesn’t look surprised.
Cesc squints. “What does it say?”
Sergio giggles. “Bad boy for life.”
Cesc giggles and Fernando swears he’s burning the shirt as soon as he can.
Title: 5 times David Villa wondered if playing for Spain meant your intelligence regressed to that of a 15-year-old
Characters: Random members of La Selección
Word Count: 991
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Not true. Don't know them, don't own them, etc, etc. You know the drill.
1. David frowns, looking visibly upset.
“What’s wrong with you?” Joaquín asks.
David grunts in reply and points to Sergio and Nando. Both of who are on the couch, giggling and holding hands, sneaking kisses in to each other every two seconds.
Joaquín shrugs. “You just have to pretend they’re not there. Like the rest of us do.”
David is set to do that, when Sergio bursts into a peal of laughter and Fernando leans down to kiss him.
“Like fucking fifteen year olds,” David scowls. Joaquín just laughs in reply.
“I think you’re jealous,” he says, leaning forward towards him.
David kicks him in the knee. “I will kick you where it really hurts,” he warns him.
Joaquín makes a face at him. “Wet blanket,” he mumbles.
2. Cesc swoops into the room, his arms full.
Íker looks at him, suspiciously. “What’s going on, mocoso?”
Cesc says something, but it all sounds like mumbling since he’s behind so many things.
Xabi relieves him of half of his load. “Why do you have so many games with you?” he asks.
“Game day!” Cesc says, putting his half down on the table.
David rolls his eyes. “And why should we indulge you in this immense…stupidness?” Joaquín pokes him in the ribs and tells him to play nice.
Not that it matters. Cesc doesn’t seem to be listening anyway. “We split into two teams, and they get points for every game they win. Team with the most points in the end wins.”
There’s a silence and then finally Fernando asks, “Wins what?”
“Bragging rights,” Cesc says.
More silence.
“And losers have to buy the winners dinner and drinks,” he finishes.
“I want to be in Cesc’s team,” Sergio says quickly.
“Me too,” Fernando agrees.
Cesc smiles smugly. “Uhmmm, Íker can be the other captain. Pick someone.”
Íker sighs. “Fine. Uhhh…David.”
David gapes at him. “What? I don’t want to buy them all dinner!”
Íker glares at him. “You won’t coz they’re not going to win.” He looks around. “I pick Xabi.”
Cesc shrugs. “Sucks to be him. Joaquín.”
“I feel like lobster tonight,” Joaquín whispers to David as he passes him, smirking.
*
They’re seven games in when David realizes just how choatic the scene is. Cesc and Íker are playing some game on the PS3, their teammates loudly cheering them on. Most of the cheering was being done by Cesc’s team. Íker’s team was mostly groaning, every time Cesc won a round.
But David’s having fun anyway. Even though they’re losing. After all the stress of club games, of trainings, of tired muscles, it felt good to just be there.
3. “Ewww…look how fat she’s gotten.” Sergio’s voice is laced with disdain.
Cesc glares at him. “I happen to think she looks pretty good, considering she just had two kids. I’d like to see you keep your body fit after pushing out two kids.”
“If I could, I’d look better than her,” Sergio says, tossing his hair.
“You’re just bitchy.”
“No, I’m just being honest.”
David groans. “What the hell are you girls talking about?”
Cesc waves the magazine that he and Sergio are poring over. “You should see some of the dresses these celebrities wear. I guess all the money in the world can’t buy you a fashion sense.” He and Sergio giggle at that.
“Oh, look at her hair!” Sergio stabs at a picture. “It’s so shiny. I wonder what conditioner she uses.”
Cesc inspects the picture closely, and then touches Sergio’s hair. “Nah, I think your hair is prettier.”
Sergio beams. “Well, I know that. I’m just saying her hair’s pretty too.”
Cesc is touching his hair again. “Are you using a different conditioner? Coz your hair’s been looking shinier lately.”
“Yes! I’ve been trying this shampoo with pineapple extract. It’s working, right? I thought maybe it wasn’t coz Nando hasn’t noticed.”
Cesc snorts. “Of course he hasn’t, that neanderthal.”
David suppresses a sob. He swears that he can actually feel his I.Q. dropping.
4. The first time David has an MSN conversation with them. He’s surprised by how much Cesc terrifies him online. What terrifies him even more is that none of the others seem to notice or mind. Even during the times he’s sure Cesc can’t be speaking English. Or Spanish. Or any language. He swears he’s seen Cesc type out wadf7urtygvgsxcynhhuh3e5r more than a number of times, and everyone seemed to get it. Except for him.
And when he had asked Cesc when he meant, Cesc had snootily replied, “Nothing. It’s called keyboard mashing” and then he’d called David a word he’s never heard before. A noob or something. David hadn’t understood that, but Xabi had smirked at him so he knew it wasn’t any good.
The next time he was added to a conversation, he told Cesc that he knew fifteen year old who typed better than him. Cesc said he needed to be educated in something called n3+5p34k, so David said he hated them all and left the conversation, glad to have the option to ‘Appear Offline’.
5. When they lost to France in 2006. No one knew what to say or what to do. They all just sat there in the dressing room, like none of them could believe what was happening; that it was over.
Cesc was crying. Íker was just sitting there, his goalkeeper’s gloves still on as he stared at them. Raúl looked like he was trying hard to figure out what to say to them.
David’s eyes were burning as he pressed the heels of his palms against them. Joaquín puts a hand on his back, and even Xabi looks like he’s stunned.
And just like that, they were all fifteen again. Where they took everything to heart, where a game wasn’t just a game, where a loss meant everything. They were boys who had just played their hearts out for their country and had nothing to show for it.