FIC: the world cup series, or cesc's life in song; apologize.
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I'm back with the second part. :)
the world cup series, or cesc's life in song, pt. ii: apologize.
cesc fabregas/gerard pique. pg. "Un amigo la cantaba siempre y me la acabo pegando." (a friend sang it all the time and it got stuck in my head)
author's note: this is a series based on all the songs from Cesc's (atrocious) WC2010 playlist; except for O.M.G. & the Spanish ones (because I can't understand them). all the parts are very loosely connected and can be read individually, but I'll be posting them in sequence. Hope you enjoy!
i. every breath you take - the police
In the middle of the Barcelona summer between EPL seasons, they walk down the street with melting ice cream dripping over their fingers, trying to avoid paparazzi. Piqué isn’t helping.
“Oh my god, Geri, shut up.”
“It’s toooo lateeeee to apologizeeeee!”
“Could you, please? I swear to god. I’ll kill you.”
“You’re such a bitch, Cesc. Just let me sing! It’s toooooo lateeeee-”
“Okay, that’s it, I’m leaving you.”
“Wait! Come back! Cesc!”
~
Cesc fiddles with the radio one hand on the steering wheel, scanning the stations for something with decent music - he’s finding a lot of talk shows discussing Harry something-or-another, and Cesc, (with apologies to the Prince), never gives a flying fuck about his royal mistakes. Of course, the only channel that’s blasting music at eight in the morning happens to be playing that song. Cesc tries to think of what he did that possibly needs repenting.
~
Gerard calls in between morning and afternoon practice, while Cesc is devouring his cold pasta salad. He contemplates if he’ll regret picking up the phone as he rolls his eyes and presses the cell to his face, forking in a mouthful of lunch.
“I’m holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the groundd…”
He hangs up.
~
Lounging on Cesc’s sofa, Gerard belts out in song and picks at the loose threads. Cesc continues reading his novel and munching on skittles, paying his best friend no attention. Gerard’s pretty sure he didn’t take a two-hour train ride down from Manchester just to sit and slowly destroy Cesc’s furniture, so he sings a little louder. Watching for any reaction, Cesc crinkles his nose slightly but ignores any raucous Gerard may be causing. Piqué increases his volume and inwardly cheers as he witnesses Cesc’s growing annoyance until he pushes Cesc over the edge.
“Just shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT. THE. FUCK UP!”
Gerard is shocked to say the least; visibly recoiling from Cesc’s violent outburst. He thinks he just might’ve crossed the line this time.
The younger Catalan chucks a handful of rainbow-colored drops at his head and smiles ashamedly. Gerard just shakes his head and smiles back.
“I hate your guts, Fàbregas.”
~
Bundled up in beanies and sweats and fifteen layers of Underarmour, they jog warm-up laps, moving slowly in the cold weather. Eboué flaps his arms around as he tells a story; Flamini and Gilberto trying really hard not to fall over from laughter. Cesc unconsciously grins to himself and hums under his breath, listening in about Emmanuel’s antics. Robin nudges him in the ribs softly.
“I like that song; that one you’re singing. What is it? Ah…” Robin thinks hard for a moment.
Cesc didn’t even know. He glances at Robin and sulks, concentrating on evening his breathing.
~
“You!”
“Me??”
“I hate you!”
“What? I hate you too?”
“You’re a dick. I hate you,” although there’s no menace left in his words. Gerard snorts.
“Thanks boyfriend. I feel very much loved.”
“I just thought you should know; you’re annoying as fuck and I hate you.”
“You’re being very grown up. I applaud your maturity.”
Cesc grumbles.
“Speaking of which, when are you up to visit anyway? Your mama said you had a weekend off.”
“Yeah, well, I won’t be coming to see you,” Cesc thinks about this for a moment, and then, “Wait, you’re talking to my mother on a regular basis now?”
He hears someone slow-clapping, completely ignoring his inquisition.
“I don’t even know what I did, not that I care and not that I’m going to apologize. I don’t want to see your ugly face anyway.”
Cesc thinks, ‘it’s too late’ and then, ‘oh the irony’.
“That’s a shame.”
“What? Why?”
“Open the door, you douchebag.”
Gerard opens his front door; stares at Cesc’s stupidly grinning face.
“Gotta go, just arrived at my asshole-of-a-best-friend’s place. I’ll have to call you back.”
Thanks for reading! PS. Comments make my day :D
I'm back with the second part. :)
the world cup series, or cesc's life in song, pt. ii: apologize.
cesc fabregas/gerard pique. pg. "Un amigo la cantaba siempre y me la acabo pegando." (a friend sang it all the time and it got stuck in my head)
author's note: this is a series based on all the songs from Cesc's (atrocious) WC2010 playlist; except for O.M.G. & the Spanish ones (because I can't understand them). all the parts are very loosely connected and can be read individually, but I'll be posting them in sequence. Hope you enjoy!
i. every breath you take - the police
In the middle of the Barcelona summer between EPL seasons, they walk down the street with melting ice cream dripping over their fingers, trying to avoid paparazzi. Piqué isn’t helping.
“Oh my god, Geri, shut up.”
“It’s toooo lateeeee to apologizeeeee!”
“Could you, please? I swear to god. I’ll kill you.”
“You’re such a bitch, Cesc. Just let me sing! It’s toooooo lateeeee-”
“Okay, that’s it, I’m leaving you.”
“Wait! Come back! Cesc!”
~
Cesc fiddles with the radio one hand on the steering wheel, scanning the stations for something with decent music - he’s finding a lot of talk shows discussing Harry something-or-another, and Cesc, (with apologies to the Prince), never gives a flying fuck about his royal mistakes. Of course, the only channel that’s blasting music at eight in the morning happens to be playing that song. Cesc tries to think of what he did that possibly needs repenting.
~
Gerard calls in between morning and afternoon practice, while Cesc is devouring his cold pasta salad. He contemplates if he’ll regret picking up the phone as he rolls his eyes and presses the cell to his face, forking in a mouthful of lunch.
“I’m holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the groundd…”
He hangs up.
~
Lounging on Cesc’s sofa, Gerard belts out in song and picks at the loose threads. Cesc continues reading his novel and munching on skittles, paying his best friend no attention. Gerard’s pretty sure he didn’t take a two-hour train ride down from Manchester just to sit and slowly destroy Cesc’s furniture, so he sings a little louder. Watching for any reaction, Cesc crinkles his nose slightly but ignores any raucous Gerard may be causing. Piqué increases his volume and inwardly cheers as he witnesses Cesc’s growing annoyance until he pushes Cesc over the edge.
“Just shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT. THE. FUCK UP!”
Gerard is shocked to say the least; visibly recoiling from Cesc’s violent outburst. He thinks he just might’ve crossed the line this time.
The younger Catalan chucks a handful of rainbow-colored drops at his head and smiles ashamedly. Gerard just shakes his head and smiles back.
“I hate your guts, Fàbregas.”
~
Bundled up in beanies and sweats and fifteen layers of Underarmour, they jog warm-up laps, moving slowly in the cold weather. Eboué flaps his arms around as he tells a story; Flamini and Gilberto trying really hard not to fall over from laughter. Cesc unconsciously grins to himself and hums under his breath, listening in about Emmanuel’s antics. Robin nudges him in the ribs softly.
“I like that song; that one you’re singing. What is it? Ah…” Robin thinks hard for a moment.
Cesc didn’t even know. He glances at Robin and sulks, concentrating on evening his breathing.
~
“You!”
“Me??”
“I hate you!”
“What? I hate you too?”
“You’re a dick. I hate you,” although there’s no menace left in his words. Gerard snorts.
“Thanks boyfriend. I feel very much loved.”
“I just thought you should know; you’re annoying as fuck and I hate you.”
“You’re being very grown up. I applaud your maturity.”
Cesc grumbles.
“Speaking of which, when are you up to visit anyway? Your mama said you had a weekend off.”
“Yeah, well, I won’t be coming to see you,” Cesc thinks about this for a moment, and then, “Wait, you’re talking to my mother on a regular basis now?”
He hears someone slow-clapping, completely ignoring his inquisition.
“I don’t even know what I did, not that I care and not that I’m going to apologize. I don’t want to see your ugly face anyway.”
Cesc thinks, ‘it’s too late’ and then, ‘oh the irony’.
“That’s a shame.”
“What? Why?”
“Open the door, you douchebag.”
Gerard opens his front door; stares at Cesc’s stupidly grinning face.
“Gotta go, just arrived at my asshole-of-a-best-friend’s place. I’ll have to call you back.”
Thanks for reading! PS. Comments make my day :D