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Title: “Imagine...”
Language: English.
Sequence: 7/?
Rating: PG
Word count: 437
Pairings: Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney
Disclaimer: Not true.
Summary: A story that maybe starts quite sad, it continues as a sad story, it’d seem to be finishing sadder than when it began … but you’ll see. Maybe it’s a full sad story. Let’s guess.
Author notes: OMFG, I'm still working on the next chap. I'm quite nervous. THis one, oh, I hope you like it, my dears. BTW, I'm so f*cking asleep.
“Colleen knows haven’t got too much luck with love, ha-ha… what’s about you, Cris? Tell us more about you, I wanna know…”
They are finishing the tasty meal that Colleen prepared for them.
Cristiano hasn’t spoken too much during the whole dinner.
“Who the fuck brought Fletcher here disguised as a woman?”
The Portuguese thinks, sighing and staring at Wayne who smiles in response.
“Look, Megan…”
“It’s Margie…”
“Well, Margie, I don’t---”
“How do you think a person fall in love with another?”
Wayne lets out, still tenderly smiling at him.
Silence.
The Latin plays with a white serviette between his hands, looking intensely at Wayne, receiving a similar or worse glaze back from him. Margie watches both, alternating. Colleen is just looking at Cristiano, smiling while drinking her sweet wine, waiting for an answer.
“Look, I’ve always been fortunate in the love business but… my experience tells me that there’s not a purer love than the one which comes from a genuine pair… no matter the sex, no matter the religion… nothing. Nothing can stop love’s reach. Love can overcome all those obstacles. ”
The Portuguese smiles, watching the burgundy coloured tablecloth.
“How do you know all those things?”
Margie wants to know, charmed.
“Own flesh experiences, Margie.”
He gestures a half smile, not looking at her.
“Don’t tell me you---?”
“And how can you explain the love at first sight? I really believe in that…”
Wayne asked.
“It’s true somehow, but it’s not my own way to fall in love with someone… Meeting the other person for so long wins points in my heart…”
Cristiano replies.
“But love at first sight has to do with every relationship, Cris. Everything has to do with everything.”
“My fat boy is right…if you like the other person any time it means that you’ve always seen something on him or her…!”
“Fat boy…?”
Cristiano thinks, looking at her.
“Maybe but it’s not the most important factor, Col. Their experiences together. A friendship growing up, then, they’re best friends and finally, they’re a couple. ”
“That makes sense!”
Margie dumbly laughs.
“Give us an example.”
Colleen suggests.
“Well, there’s a very representative one… or at least for me, here.”
He smiles for Wayne.
The British starts to be worried.
“Don’t tell them you’re in love with me… fucker.”
Wayne thinks, scared.
“Well, it’s really, really easy. Wayne and…?”
Widely smiling.
“Shut the fuck up.”
He thinks again.
“Wayne and…?”
“Wayne with who?”
“Wayne and Colleen, of course!”
Smiling for the girl and, when Cristiano stares at Wayne, he deliberately stops with the happiness gesture on his lips.
Language: English.
Sequence: 7/?
Rating: PG
Word count: 437
Pairings: Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney
Disclaimer: Not true.
Summary: A story that maybe starts quite sad, it continues as a sad story, it’d seem to be finishing sadder than when it began … but you’ll see. Maybe it’s a full sad story. Let’s guess.
Author notes: OMFG, I'm still working on the next chap. I'm quite nervous. THis one, oh, I hope you like it, my dears. BTW, I'm so f*cking asleep.
“Colleen knows haven’t got too much luck with love, ha-ha… what’s about you, Cris? Tell us more about you, I wanna know…”
They are finishing the tasty meal that Colleen prepared for them.
Cristiano hasn’t spoken too much during the whole dinner.
“Who the fuck brought Fletcher here disguised as a woman?”
The Portuguese thinks, sighing and staring at Wayne who smiles in response.
“Look, Megan…”
“It’s Margie…”
“Well, Margie, I don’t---”
“How do you think a person fall in love with another?”
Wayne lets out, still tenderly smiling at him.
Silence.
The Latin plays with a white serviette between his hands, looking intensely at Wayne, receiving a similar or worse glaze back from him. Margie watches both, alternating. Colleen is just looking at Cristiano, smiling while drinking her sweet wine, waiting for an answer.
“Look, I’ve always been fortunate in the love business but… my experience tells me that there’s not a purer love than the one which comes from a genuine pair… no matter the sex, no matter the religion… nothing. Nothing can stop love’s reach. Love can overcome all those obstacles. ”
The Portuguese smiles, watching the burgundy coloured tablecloth.
“How do you know all those things?”
Margie wants to know, charmed.
“Own flesh experiences, Margie.”
He gestures a half smile, not looking at her.
“Don’t tell me you---?”
“And how can you explain the love at first sight? I really believe in that…”
Wayne asked.
“It’s true somehow, but it’s not my own way to fall in love with someone… Meeting the other person for so long wins points in my heart…”
Cristiano replies.
“But love at first sight has to do with every relationship, Cris. Everything has to do with everything.”
“My fat boy is right…if you like the other person any time it means that you’ve always seen something on him or her…!”
“Fat boy…?”
Cristiano thinks, looking at her.
“Maybe but it’s not the most important factor, Col. Their experiences together. A friendship growing up, then, they’re best friends and finally, they’re a couple. ”
“That makes sense!”
Margie dumbly laughs.
“Give us an example.”
Colleen suggests.
“Well, there’s a very representative one… or at least for me, here.”
He smiles for Wayne.
The British starts to be worried.
“Don’t tell them you’re in love with me… fucker.”
Wayne thinks, scared.
“Well, it’s really, really easy. Wayne and…?”
Widely smiling.
“Shut the fuck up.”
He thinks again.
“Wayne and…?”
“Wayne with who?”
“Wayne and Colleen, of course!”
Smiling for the girl and, when Cristiano stares at Wayne, he deliberately stops with the happiness gesture on his lips.