He's A Rebel, He's A Saint Part 6
Title: He’s a rebel, He’s A Saint (6/7)
Author: Spain_fanatic79/viva_espana97/ Alex Aviero (same person lol)
Pairing: Bojan Krkic/OFC (Alexandra Dom)
Rating: PG13 this section
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. Also, please do not try to take any sort of moral advice from this as that is very likely a terrible idea since I’m not even sure what I’m talking about here. It was just fluff for fun!
What woke Alex up the next morning was her mobile beeping. As she blinked open her eyes, she wondered for a moment where she was and how she had gotten there, until she realized she was still with Bojan and that this was his bed in his house. She felt herself blush furiously as she remembered all that had happened last night. Had that really been her? What had come over her? she wondered to herself. She turned her head to find the other side of the bed empty, and she felt a pang in her heart as she wondered where Bojan had gone. Then she flipped over and felt around on the floor until she found her purse and the mobile in it.
“Where the hell are you?!” Alejandra demanded as soon as she answered it.
“Ummm…I’m at Bojan’s house…” she admitted, after thinking about it for a while.
“Yeah, figures.” Alejandra said, and Alex could picture her rolling her eyes. “Well you need to get over here, because your dad called last night” she responded.
Alex gulped. What if her father had realized who she was with? “Does he know I am here?” she asked Alejandra. She was afraid that Alejandra had told her father where she really was.
“Well, he thinks you’re with me.” Alejandra said, not really willing to tell her she had lied to Alex’s father. “But you do need to go home today or else they’ll come after you, you hear? You can come to my house first, alright?”
As Alejandra gave her instructions on how to get home, Alex found a note on the nighttable that read
Dear Alex, I’m sorry I had to leave you…I had training today. I promise I’ll call you later today, alright?
Love, Bojan
“Alex, did you hear what I said?” Alejandra repeated.
“Yeah…” Alex sighed and hung up. She got dressed and made her way out of the house, following instructions to get on the bus and then the subway like Alejandra had told her. Apparently Bojan’s flat was further than she thought from Alejandra’s house, so it took her about an hour to get there. Once she did, Alejandra pulled the door open and yanked her in the house.
“Don’t ever do that again, okay?” Alejandra said very sternly to her. “Don’t go off like that! I was worried about you! I was worried that Bojan wasn’t as good as we remember him and he had dragged you off somewhere and raped you! If you’re ever going to go off like that, at least text someone and tell them where you’re going to be! You could be kidnapped, or raped, or dead. Besides, you’re too young to be spending the night with guys like that…” Alejandra was starting to sound rather incoherent, like she couldn’t decide whether to lecture her or not.
“Well it’s not like you never did that with him,” Alex said ironically, looking at Álvaro, who was playing FIFA on Alejandra’s Xbox in the living room. “Why is he even here so early in the morning anyway?” she asked suspiciously.
“Hey, my parents said he could spend the night. On the couch.” Alejandra shot back. “They’re both gone for a couple hours and they said he could keep me company.
“Oh I see.” Alex said, raising her eyebrows, because knowing Alejandra, she didn’t quite believe that.
Alejandra rolled her eyes. “Besides, I’m nineteen. You’re sixteen. And no, I never did that with him because he’s a goody two shoes…” she said loudly enough so that Álvaro could hear. “Hey, I heard that!” Álvaro called from the other room.
Alejandra smiled and shook her head. “He is though…it’s good for me, the bad one,” she said with a wink. “Now, I’m going to stop lecturing now. Come in here and have some breakfast and tell me how it went. The date, that is, not last night. I don’t want to hear about that. Ew.”
Alejandra made Alex a sandwich and sat down next to Álvaro “Don’t worry about Álvaro,” she said to Alex, “he won’t say what he hears to anyone else. He’s playing his favorite game-that means he’s dead to the world.. Now tell me what happened.” Alex smiled and told her.
Later, as she was preparing to go home, Alex took her aside and said, “Alex, I know you might still love Bojan, but please be careful, alright? I don’t think what you did last night was the best idea, but just make sure you don’t get hurt. And I don’t want you to do anything reckless like that again, okay?” Alex nodded. It probably wasn’t her brightest idea ever, she knew, and it would be wise to avoid anything like that again.
When she arrived home, Alex found a message for her on mobile. Hey, this is Bojan. It said Ummm about last night…well, let’s just say I really missed you and I kind of want to get to know you again. I think we had a good thing going and something small damaged that. I think we're both old enough so we can give it a try again...I hope we can hang out together soon and ummm talk things out. I really like you…you’re nice and funny and humble and down-to-earth, and you don’t get all crazy like the fangirls these days. So ummm, well I guess you can call me back, and um…Iloveyoubye. The last sentence was spoken very quickly, as though he was afraid to say it. Alex blinked away the tears she suddenly felt, picked up the phone and redialed his number.