He's a Rebel, He's a Saint Part 2
Title: He’s a rebel, He’s A Saint
Author: Spain_fanatic79/viva_espana97/ Alex Aviero (same person lol)
Pairing: Bojan Krkic/OFC (Alexandra Dom)
Rating: PG, PG13 not sure yet
Disclaimer: As much as I would like it to be true, my friend is not Bojan’s lover and none of this is true
Author’s Note/Dedication: A Christmas present for my awesome friend Alex, Bojan/ Kaká/ Higuain lover-in that order
“This is it!” Alejandra announced happily as they reached a very tall flat. “Come on,” she said to Alvaro. They held hands and Alex walked a bit behind them. She was partly excited and partly a bit nervous. What if there were only older kids? What if Bojan ignored her completely? Would the older kids make fun of her? “Don’t worry about it,” Alejandra comforted her. “You look killer.” It was true, Alex thought. Earlier, Alejandra had helped her pick out a really cute outfit and done her makeup. Now dressed in a royal blue blouse and skinny jeans with sparkly blue eyeshadow and a bit of lipgloss, she had to admit she thought Alejandra had done a good job.
Alejanda rung the doorbell to the flat she knew was Bojan’s. Bojan came to answer the door. “Hey, Alejandra!” he said hugging her. He exchanged a highfive with Alvaro and then turned to Alex. “I’m so glad you could make it,” he said sweetly as he hugged her. “Thank you…” she said blushing.
As the night went on, Alex found herself having a great time, dancing and eating and talking with the other kids. Even the older kids were treating her like she was their good friend. The only other girl her age there was her friend Antonnoula, and she was there only because her boyfriend was Sergio Canales, another one of the most popular boys in school
Later, it was getting quite late and she was a bit tired of the music. The party was still going strong, but she couldn’t find Alejandra anymore…probably she and Alvaro were off God knows where all alone… She went outside to the balcony to get some air. She looked out on the lights of the rest of the city, and she didn’t hear when the door opened and then shut somewhere behind her. Someone came up behind her and she realized it was Bojan. He came and stood beside her, putting his arms on the balcony.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked her softly.
“Yes…” she said, unsure of how to reply.
“I’m glad.” He said, as he smiled that sweet smile again. He looked at her shirt. “Don’t you know that’s the wrong color to wear in my house?” he joked.
“Ohh…” Alex said, very embarrassed. Of course! He was a Barça boy, and she was wearing a royal blue shirt!
“Haha, it’s okay, Madridista girl, any color shirt looks good on you, even that terrible blue.” He smiled a little bit. “You’re going to have to make it up to me though…” Bojan cupped her face with his hands and lifted her chin. Alex closed her eyes as Bojan met her lips with his. The kiss was incredible…better than Alex could have ever imagined…Bojan put his hands in her hair and pulled her a bit closer. His lips are so soft, she thought as she put her arms around the striker. She stroked his soft mop of brown hair gently. When they decided they couldn’t breathe anymore, Bojan let her go. “I’m glad you came tonight…” he whispered.