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title: a red devil’s livejournal (3/?)
rating: PG
pairings: there are some implied ones. but no set pairings. as of yet.
author's note: same ol', same ol'. random. crack. not to be taken seriously. i apologize for the lack of updates. so to catch up, i've fast forwarded a bit to keep in line with the boys. didn't want it to get too confusing, with their live journals still on the 19th and whatnot. haha. also, please note that the Harry Potter content in this chapter do not apply to the the true contents of the book itself. so don't have to worry about being spoiled if you haven't read the final one.
and, most importantly, thank you for all the amazing reviews. you all are the reason i keep writing. :] thank you muchly. and i apologize in advance if im not able to get to each and everyone one of your replies, but know that i read and treasure them. ♥
and without further adieu...
three.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Nice to see you, too, Gaz.”
“No, really. What are you doing here?”
Paul walks past his mate and into the house, leaving Gary to close the door and follow him into the kitchen. Rummaging through the refrigerator, he grabs a water bottle, then turns around to face him with a raise of his eyebrows.
“Injury.”
“Injury?”
Paul rolls his eyes. “No, Gary. I am here because I left the rest of the squad in Asia. I got tired of seeing all their faces, instead of your lovely one. So, I thought I would jump on a plane, come visit you. To you know, have you grace me with your presence.”
“Fuck off.”
***
Wayne sits in his hotel room, arms crossed, lips set in a pout.
“What’s wrong, Wazza?”
“Harry Potter.”
“What? What happened? Don’t tell me… turns out he’s not a wizard after all.”
“Wanker.”
“He’s a wanker? Who would’ve thought. I always suspected a thing going on between him and that blondie. You know, the one that sort of reminds me of Smudge.”
“Malfoy?”
Rio nods, and gets up from his bed. “I can’t believe I’m talking about fucking Harry Potter. What will the rest of the lads think?” He feigns a horrified expression.
***
“You still owe me lunch.”
Cris stops reading to stare at the other boy in the room.
“But we eat already. Remember?”
“That wasn’t lunch.”
“What you call it, then?”
“I don’t know but it was not lunch!” Darren grumbles something under his breath, and slumps down in the nearest chair. “What the hell are you reading anyways? It doesn’t look like a Playboy magazine.”
He lifts the book slightly to allow Darren to see the cover, as he continues to read.
“Perry Fatter? Sorry mate, I can’t read.”
“S’okay, Darren. Ronnie already knew.”
***
“Mind if I use your computer?”
“Go ahead. Just close the window I was using.”
Paul takes a seat and notices that Gary had opened up the browser to the livejournal site. Noticing that Gary was still signed-in, he smirks to himself, and starts typing. It only took a few seconds to write what he wanted, and with a small laugh, he clicks ‘post entry’, completely forgetting that he wanted to check his own mail.
i still don’t listen to that rap crap (gazfather) wrote on July 23rd 2007.
I have a confession to make.
I have a major crush on Nemanja.
lavidaloca commented:
I am splattered.
imsofly replied:
I think you mean flattered, Vida.
imsofly commented:
I hope there is a very good explanation for this.
ilikejello commented:
Ryan says he hates you.
ilikejello replied:
Also, he tell Ronnie to say, ANSWER YOUR MOBILE.
ilikejello replied:
Ryan sa--- GARY, THIS IS RYAN. YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO.
ilikejello replied:
Ronnie fell off chair because Ryan push. Hair is messy. :[
theboywhoscored commented:
GAZ. IS THERE ANY WAY YOU CAN SEND ME THE LAST HARRY POTTER BOOK? PLEASE?
imsofly replied:
Do you realize who you’re asking? Gaz is too paranoid to go to a book store.
rockinthecurls commented:
>_____< LOL. United drama.
leggomyeggo replied:
This? This is nothing. Wait until the season begins, curly.
The captain emerges from the bathroom, after a long shower, only to be disrupted by the loud buzzing of his mobile. He checks the caller ID and smiles instantly. “Why hello there, Ry.”
“Don’t you ‘hello there, Ry’ me.”
“Um. Okay. Hi Ryan?”
“GAZ -- RYAN WON’T GET OFF COMPUTER…”
“Is that Ronnie?”
“Does it matter? Maybe I have a huge crush on him. Would that bother you, huh?”
“Yes, yes it would ---”
“Well, then, yes! I DO HAVE A HUGE CRUSH ON RONNIE.”
“What?”
“GAZ -- RYAN LIES. RYAN SHAKE HEAD WHEN HE SAY THIS. YOU CAN’T SEE. BUT RONNIE SEE.”
“Sorry? I am very confused. What does Cris see?”
And then, the line cuts off.
“What the fuck?” Paul walks by, nodding his head in greeting, before being stopped. “Ryan is in a rather pissy mood.”
“Really? You don’t say…”
“Yeah. Called me, told me he had a big crush on Ronnie. I didn’t even know he was into Portuguese.”
“Probably happened since he found out you fancied Serbians.”
“I what?”
***
During supper, Cris thought, he would make his move.
After grabbing a bit of just about everything, (with a side dish of every colored jello), Cris makes his way to the table behind Wayne’s. He sits next to Owen, Ryan (who is still rather pissed off), and Chris Eagles.
“Ronnie wish he knew magic.” (he hears Wayne stop his conversation from behind, and continues.) “Like Harry Potter.”
“Since when did you start reading?”
“Sorry?” He turns around. “Ronnie always read.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been dying here.”
“Ronnie is sorry. You should see a doctor. Find out why you are dying.”
“Ronnie.”
“Wayne.”
“I’m serious.”
“Me too. Here, Ronnie will ask the Gaffer for permission to take you to hospital. Wait here.”
Cris gets up, taking a quick mouthful of jello, before making his way towards the coaching staff.
“WAIT. NO. CRIS. COME BACK!”
“Can’t wait. You might die in room any moment. Not good, not good. No big enough trashcan to fit you.”
“Are you implying that I’m white trash?”
“No. You misunderstand. You really need to see doctor. Losing your hearing already. Shame.”
Wayne grabs his arm, forcing him to stand still.
“You drive me mad. You know that?”
“Ronnie not know he could drive a Wayne.”
“What?”
***
got giggs? it does the body good. (gotgiggs) wrote on July 23rd, 2007.
There’s a reason why I’m not answering your calls, Gary Alexander Neville.
gazfather commented:
And that reason is….
lavidaloca replied:
You like me. :D
gazfather replied:
Yes, yes I do, Nemanja.
gotgiggs replied:
The nerve. In my entry, too.
gazfather replied:
...
gotgiggs replied:
Don’t dot dot dot me.
gazfather replied:
Apparently I can’t ‘anything’ you.
***
“So what think?”
“He sick.”
“I’m not sick.”
Wayne is lying on his bed, with a thermometer between his lips, as Cris and Nemanja stare down at him with concerned eyes.
“Ronnie and me decide you not allowed to leave room, Wayne.”
“Why not?” He tries to get up, but is pushed down by the defender. “I don’t have a fever do I?”
“No,” Vida replies, “But no fever, and sick, is very bad.”
“You’re not even a doctor.”
“Shhhh!”
“What? It’s true.”
“Am a doctor.”
“Role play with Rio does not count!”
“How’s the patient, Vida?” Rio laughs, entering the room.
“Not good.”
“Rio, I’m going to ---”
“There, there, mate. You’ll be better in no time,” Rio says, patting his head. “Let Vida work his magic. You like that don’t you? Very Harry Potter-esque.”
“You’re a twat. A sick, sick twat.”
“No, my friend, you’re the sick twat.”
“Shhhhhh! I try make patient good.”
***
“Look, mate, I have something to say.”
“Then I have something to ignore.”
“Ikindofwroteapostonyourlivejournalthatsaidyoufanciednemanja.” Paul blurted out, finishing with a smile.
“What?”
“Ryan is mad at you because of me.”
“That makes no sense, what so ever. Unless you’re named Gary Neville, I can’t see…”
“Oh, forget it. I try to explain, and it still doesn’t work.”
“You did hear what you said, right? Bloody confusing.”
“No, mate. What’s confusing is how you got named Captain when you can’t understand even this.”
“You’re trying to annoy me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, just checking.”
FIN.
rating: PG
pairings: there are some implied ones. but no set pairings. as of yet.
author's note: same ol', same ol'. random. crack. not to be taken seriously. i apologize for the lack of updates. so to catch up, i've fast forwarded a bit to keep in line with the boys. didn't want it to get too confusing, with their live journals still on the 19th and whatnot. haha. also, please note that the Harry Potter content in this chapter do not apply to the the true contents of the book itself. so don't have to worry about being spoiled if you haven't read the final one.
and, most importantly, thank you for all the amazing reviews. you all are the reason i keep writing. :] thank you muchly. and i apologize in advance if im not able to get to each and everyone one of your replies, but know that i read and treasure them. ♥
and without further adieu...
three.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Nice to see you, too, Gaz.”
“No, really. What are you doing here?”
Paul walks past his mate and into the house, leaving Gary to close the door and follow him into the kitchen. Rummaging through the refrigerator, he grabs a water bottle, then turns around to face him with a raise of his eyebrows.
“Injury.”
“Injury?”
Paul rolls his eyes. “No, Gary. I am here because I left the rest of the squad in Asia. I got tired of seeing all their faces, instead of your lovely one. So, I thought I would jump on a plane, come visit you. To you know, have you grace me with your presence.”
“Fuck off.”
***
Wayne sits in his hotel room, arms crossed, lips set in a pout.
“What’s wrong, Wazza?”
“Harry Potter.”
“What? What happened? Don’t tell me… turns out he’s not a wizard after all.”
“Wanker.”
“He’s a wanker? Who would’ve thought. I always suspected a thing going on between him and that blondie. You know, the one that sort of reminds me of Smudge.”
“Malfoy?”
Rio nods, and gets up from his bed. “I can’t believe I’m talking about fucking Harry Potter. What will the rest of the lads think?” He feigns a horrified expression.
***
“You still owe me lunch.”
Cris stops reading to stare at the other boy in the room.
“But we eat already. Remember?”
“That wasn’t lunch.”
“What you call it, then?”
“I don’t know but it was not lunch!” Darren grumbles something under his breath, and slumps down in the nearest chair. “What the hell are you reading anyways? It doesn’t look like a Playboy magazine.”
He lifts the book slightly to allow Darren to see the cover, as he continues to read.
“Perry Fatter? Sorry mate, I can’t read.”
“S’okay, Darren. Ronnie already knew.”
***
“Mind if I use your computer?”
“Go ahead. Just close the window I was using.”
Paul takes a seat and notices that Gary had opened up the browser to the livejournal site. Noticing that Gary was still signed-in, he smirks to himself, and starts typing. It only took a few seconds to write what he wanted, and with a small laugh, he clicks ‘post entry’, completely forgetting that he wanted to check his own mail.
i still don’t listen to that rap crap (gazfather) wrote on July 23rd 2007.
I have a confession to make.
I have a major crush on Nemanja.
lavidaloca commented:
I am splattered.
imsofly replied:
I think you mean flattered, Vida.
imsofly commented:
I hope there is a very good explanation for this.
ilikejello commented:
Ryan says he hates you.
ilikejello replied:
Also, he tell Ronnie to say, ANSWER YOUR MOBILE.
ilikejello replied:
Ryan sa--- GARY, THIS IS RYAN. YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO.
ilikejello replied:
Ronnie fell off chair because Ryan push. Hair is messy. :[
theboywhoscored commented:
GAZ. IS THERE ANY WAY YOU CAN SEND ME THE LAST HARRY POTTER BOOK? PLEASE?
imsofly replied:
Do you realize who you’re asking? Gaz is too paranoid to go to a book store.
rockinthecurls commented:
>_____< LOL. United drama.
leggomyeggo replied:
This? This is nothing. Wait until the season begins, curly.
The captain emerges from the bathroom, after a long shower, only to be disrupted by the loud buzzing of his mobile. He checks the caller ID and smiles instantly. “Why hello there, Ry.”
“Don’t you ‘hello there, Ry’ me.”
“Um. Okay. Hi Ryan?”
“GAZ -- RYAN WON’T GET OFF COMPUTER…”
“Is that Ronnie?”
“Does it matter? Maybe I have a huge crush on him. Would that bother you, huh?”
“Yes, yes it would ---”
“Well, then, yes! I DO HAVE A HUGE CRUSH ON RONNIE.”
“What?”
“GAZ -- RYAN LIES. RYAN SHAKE HEAD WHEN HE SAY THIS. YOU CAN’T SEE. BUT RONNIE SEE.”
“Sorry? I am very confused. What does Cris see?”
And then, the line cuts off.
“What the fuck?” Paul walks by, nodding his head in greeting, before being stopped. “Ryan is in a rather pissy mood.”
“Really? You don’t say…”
“Yeah. Called me, told me he had a big crush on Ronnie. I didn’t even know he was into Portuguese.”
“Probably happened since he found out you fancied Serbians.”
“I what?”
***
During supper, Cris thought, he would make his move.
After grabbing a bit of just about everything, (with a side dish of every colored jello), Cris makes his way to the table behind Wayne’s. He sits next to Owen, Ryan (who is still rather pissed off), and Chris Eagles.
“Ronnie wish he knew magic.” (he hears Wayne stop his conversation from behind, and continues.) “Like Harry Potter.”
“Since when did you start reading?”
“Sorry?” He turns around. “Ronnie always read.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been dying here.”
“Ronnie is sorry. You should see a doctor. Find out why you are dying.”
“Ronnie.”
“Wayne.”
“I’m serious.”
“Me too. Here, Ronnie will ask the Gaffer for permission to take you to hospital. Wait here.”
Cris gets up, taking a quick mouthful of jello, before making his way towards the coaching staff.
“WAIT. NO. CRIS. COME BACK!”
“Can’t wait. You might die in room any moment. Not good, not good. No big enough trashcan to fit you.”
“Are you implying that I’m white trash?”
“No. You misunderstand. You really need to see doctor. Losing your hearing already. Shame.”
Wayne grabs his arm, forcing him to stand still.
“You drive me mad. You know that?”
“Ronnie not know he could drive a Wayne.”
“What?”
***
got giggs? it does the body good. (gotgiggs) wrote on July 23rd, 2007.
There’s a reason why I’m not answering your calls, Gary Alexander Neville.
gazfather commented:
And that reason is….
lavidaloca replied:
You like me. :D
gazfather replied:
Yes, yes I do, Nemanja.
gotgiggs replied:
The nerve. In my entry, too.
gazfather replied:
...
gotgiggs replied:
Don’t dot dot dot me.
gazfather replied:
Apparently I can’t ‘anything’ you.
***
“So what think?”
“He sick.”
“I’m not sick.”
Wayne is lying on his bed, with a thermometer between his lips, as Cris and Nemanja stare down at him with concerned eyes.
“Ronnie and me decide you not allowed to leave room, Wayne.”
“Why not?” He tries to get up, but is pushed down by the defender. “I don’t have a fever do I?”
“No,” Vida replies, “But no fever, and sick, is very bad.”
“You’re not even a doctor.”
“Shhhh!”
“What? It’s true.”
“Am a doctor.”
“Role play with Rio does not count!”
“How’s the patient, Vida?” Rio laughs, entering the room.
“Not good.”
“Rio, I’m going to ---”
“There, there, mate. You’ll be better in no time,” Rio says, patting his head. “Let Vida work his magic. You like that don’t you? Very Harry Potter-esque.”
“You’re a twat. A sick, sick twat.”
“No, my friend, you’re the sick twat.”
“Shhhhhh! I try make patient good.”
***
“Look, mate, I have something to say.”
“Then I have something to ignore.”
“Ikindofwroteapostonyourlivejournalthatsaidyoufanciednemanja.” Paul blurted out, finishing with a smile.
“What?”
“Ryan is mad at you because of me.”
“That makes no sense, what so ever. Unless you’re named Gary Neville, I can’t see…”
“Oh, forget it. I try to explain, and it still doesn’t work.”
“You did hear what you said, right? Bloody confusing.”
“No, mate. What’s confusing is how you got named Captain when you can’t understand even this.”
“You’re trying to annoy me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, just checking.”
FIN.