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trishkiss_x
Title: The one where Jonny hides Chris's stuff.
Pairing: Christopher Eagles/Jonny Evans
Rating: PG-13 (language really)
Authors note: Alright so I'm really sorry but it's not really slashy and I don't really know too well what they're like so I kinda made that up and hoped for the best... anyways, Happy Christmas! Sorry it's late!!
“Jonny.”
“Mmmmwat?”
“Jonny.”
“What d’you want?”
“What’ve you done with my hair gel?!”
Jonny Evans cracked open one eyelid and then shut it quickly. An eyeful of very angry Christopher Eagles first thing in the morning never proved to be a good starting point to his day. Why did he always get so angry about things? Couldn’t he see this was supposed to be a funny prank that Jonny would deal with at a more reasonable hour?
Chris wasn’t having any of that though. He pulled all of the covers off of Jonny’s bed so quickly that the younger man’s skin was left burning with the friction that had created. Jonny sighed and sat up in his bed. Chris was doing his bristling thing when all the hair on his head seemed to stand on end. Jonny tried to put on his best innocent face.
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
“The hell you don’t. Tell me where you put it and I won’t hurt you so bad in training.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“You really think so? Fergie likes me better and he won’t punish me so much - thinks I’m all innocent - you on the other hand… I doubt anyone’s ever gunna…”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“What’d you do with my hair gel?”
“There’s no way in hell I’m telling you now!”
“Fine I’ll go borrow some but you’re a dead man now.”
Chris stomped out of the room. Jonny leapt out of his bed and ran down the hall after him. He caught up with the older man just as Gerard Piqué opened the door to his room. Gerard took one look at the two of them standing in the hall, said “No”, and started to close the door.
“Hold on! I just need to borrow some hair gel!” Chris stuck his hand in between the closing door and the frame.
“Oh. Why didn’t you -” Piqué had started to turn back into his room, supposedly to retrieve said hair gel when Jonny started shouting in a stream of frantic Spanish. Chris stood, listening incomprehensibly, between the two of them as Jonny waved his hands spastically and Gerard listened with a look of surprise on his face.
“Wait a sec,” Chris interrupted, “Since when do you speak Spanish?” Jonny ignored his question and finished speaking to Gerard who nodded and gave his fellow defender a knowing wink before turning to Chris.
“I’m sorry Chris but I don’t have any hair gel left. Good luck finding yours.” And with that Chris was left standing in the hall with a door in his face, no hair gel to be had, and a very annoying young defender standing by his side. He was finished with this. Chris turned on Jonny with a growl.
“One last chance Evans. What have you done with my hair gel?” Jonny backed up with the palms of his hands turned up, trying desperately to keep an innocent face,
“I dunno.” But the mischievous twinkle in his eyes wouldn’t have fooled anyone.
“Alright that’s it.” Chris lunged towards Jonny but the younger man had already began to run away. The two of them sprinted down the hall, Jonny shouting for help the entire way, causing doors to open and Ole to yell at them to keep quiet while the sane people tried to sleep.
When Jonny reached the room he tried to slam the door shut on Chris but he wasn’t quite fast enough and Chris tackled him.
“How the hell are you so strong? You’re barely the size of a toothpick!” Jonny struggled underneath Chris but to no avail. Anger had leant the older man a newfound strength and Evans was not going to go free until he had his hair gel back.
“You know what? Just ‘cause you have freak of nature hair that doesn’t need anything to help it stand up doesn’t mean that everyone else does too. Now you have a choice. You can either tell me where you put my hair gel or so help me God, I will take a pair of scissors to every single item of clothing you own and you can walk around in cut offs and sleeveless shirts like Lampard for the rest of the trip.”
Jonny’s eyes widened, “You wouldn’t dare.” Chris just looked at him. “Fine, lift up that third panel in the ceiling over there. It’s on the left side.” Chris huffed and got off of the defender and finally retrieved his hair gel. “You seriously need to learn how to take a joke. Geez.”
“I know how to take a joke. You just don’t know how to make funny ones.” Chris walked into the bathroom.
“Oh. My. GOD JONNY YOU USED ALL OF THE TOWELS?!”
trishkiss_x
Title: The one where Jonny hides Chris's stuff.
Pairing: Christopher Eagles/Jonny Evans
Rating: PG-13 (language really)
Authors note: Alright so I'm really sorry but it's not really slashy and I don't really know too well what they're like so I kinda made that up and hoped for the best... anyways, Happy Christmas! Sorry it's late!!
“Jonny.”
“Mmmmwat?”
“Jonny.”
“What d’you want?”
“What’ve you done with my hair gel?!”
Jonny Evans cracked open one eyelid and then shut it quickly. An eyeful of very angry Christopher Eagles first thing in the morning never proved to be a good starting point to his day. Why did he always get so angry about things? Couldn’t he see this was supposed to be a funny prank that Jonny would deal with at a more reasonable hour?
Chris wasn’t having any of that though. He pulled all of the covers off of Jonny’s bed so quickly that the younger man’s skin was left burning with the friction that had created. Jonny sighed and sat up in his bed. Chris was doing his bristling thing when all the hair on his head seemed to stand on end. Jonny tried to put on his best innocent face.
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
“The hell you don’t. Tell me where you put it and I won’t hurt you so bad in training.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“You really think so? Fergie likes me better and he won’t punish me so much - thinks I’m all innocent - you on the other hand… I doubt anyone’s ever gunna…”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“What’d you do with my hair gel?”
“There’s no way in hell I’m telling you now!”
“Fine I’ll go borrow some but you’re a dead man now.”
Chris stomped out of the room. Jonny leapt out of his bed and ran down the hall after him. He caught up with the older man just as Gerard Piqué opened the door to his room. Gerard took one look at the two of them standing in the hall, said “No”, and started to close the door.
“Hold on! I just need to borrow some hair gel!” Chris stuck his hand in between the closing door and the frame.
“Oh. Why didn’t you -” Piqué had started to turn back into his room, supposedly to retrieve said hair gel when Jonny started shouting in a stream of frantic Spanish. Chris stood, listening incomprehensibly, between the two of them as Jonny waved his hands spastically and Gerard listened with a look of surprise on his face.
“Wait a sec,” Chris interrupted, “Since when do you speak Spanish?” Jonny ignored his question and finished speaking to Gerard who nodded and gave his fellow defender a knowing wink before turning to Chris.
“I’m sorry Chris but I don’t have any hair gel left. Good luck finding yours.” And with that Chris was left standing in the hall with a door in his face, no hair gel to be had, and a very annoying young defender standing by his side. He was finished with this. Chris turned on Jonny with a growl.
“One last chance Evans. What have you done with my hair gel?” Jonny backed up with the palms of his hands turned up, trying desperately to keep an innocent face,
“I dunno.” But the mischievous twinkle in his eyes wouldn’t have fooled anyone.
“Alright that’s it.” Chris lunged towards Jonny but the younger man had already began to run away. The two of them sprinted down the hall, Jonny shouting for help the entire way, causing doors to open and Ole to yell at them to keep quiet while the sane people tried to sleep.
When Jonny reached the room he tried to slam the door shut on Chris but he wasn’t quite fast enough and Chris tackled him.
“How the hell are you so strong? You’re barely the size of a toothpick!” Jonny struggled underneath Chris but to no avail. Anger had leant the older man a newfound strength and Evans was not going to go free until he had his hair gel back.
“You know what? Just ‘cause you have freak of nature hair that doesn’t need anything to help it stand up doesn’t mean that everyone else does too. Now you have a choice. You can either tell me where you put my hair gel or so help me God, I will take a pair of scissors to every single item of clothing you own and you can walk around in cut offs and sleeveless shirts like Lampard for the rest of the trip.”
Jonny’s eyes widened, “You wouldn’t dare.” Chris just looked at him. “Fine, lift up that third panel in the ceiling over there. It’s on the left side.” Chris huffed and got off of the defender and finally retrieved his hair gel. “You seriously need to learn how to take a joke. Geez.”
“I know how to take a joke. You just don’t know how to make funny ones.” Chris walked into the bathroom.
“Oh. My. GOD JONNY YOU USED ALL OF THE TOWELS?!”