Different Worlds
Title: Different Worlds
Pairing: Daniel Agger / Fernando Torres
Author: onecasillas
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not true, this never happened.
Word count: 919
The sound of wheels over concrete, the loud cheering and excited voices, the occasional curse followed by some laughs. Fernando couldn't stop the smile that made its way to his face when he heard it. He'd grown so used to it lately that he sometimes wondered if he was a bit obsessed.
It was already like a routine for him. On his way back from school, he always took the longest way home, no matter if he had an exam the next day, plans with his friends, or if it was raining. None of those things mattered because it meant going past the skating park, and that meant seeing him.
At first, he'd only been a face to Fernando, someone really good looking with freckles and a lot of tattoos; then, as he'd gained more confidence and had started sitting at the other side of the fence, he'd learnt his name was Daniel, that he had a funny accent, and probably the most amazing smile Fernando had ever seen.
Daniel was always there with the same group of friends, doing nothing but skating, at times drinking a beer or having a cig, or just laying back and watching his mates roll around the park. He looked relaxed all the time, always having fun, like he didn't have an obligation in the world, and maybe he didn't. It seemed like all he did was spend his days at the skate park.
Fernando, on the other hand, ad class all week and helped his dad at their family shop on Saturday mornings. In his opinion, he was nothing special: his friends weren't as cool as Daniel's, he didn't smoke, drink or anything of the sort, he sucked at skating (no matter how much effort he'd put into it after first seeing Daniel), and his appearance was as average as his grades.
Some days, more than he'd like to admit, he liked dreaming. Day dreaming, that is, as he sat at the other side of the fence of the skating park. He imagined himself being great with his skateboard, and impressing everyone with his skills and his style, including Daniel, who'd find himself unable to take his eyes off Fernando and his hair flying around with the wind. He pictured Daniel walking over to him, asking his name with his usual confidence, or with a newfound shyness that had suddenly surfaced at the sight of that mysterious Spaniard.
But that wasn't Fernando's favorite scene. The most frequent dream was that in which he met Daniel outside of the park, away from his friends, just the two of them. Sometimes it was at the supermarket, in the coffee shop near Fernando's house, or in the park at night, where he imagined Daniel went to sort out his thoughts.
The most common one, however, was when Daniel walked to his shop, and Fernando so happened to be talking on the phone with one of his friends about the latest skating trick they were set to try out that very same day.
And it was usually Daniel's own voice what pulled him out of his dreams and brought him back to reality, and he went back to being a normal kid with nothing better to do than stare at cooler people doing cooler things on the other side of a stupid fence.
It was then that he realized that Daniel and him belonged to different worlds, and that things like the ones that happened in his mind weren't possible, and it was usually around that time when he got up and walked back to his house.
That day, however, as he looked up for one final glance before leaving, he found, with a jolt of his stomach, that the pair of eyes he'd dreamt about so many times was firmly set on him. He placed both hands on the floor to push himself up from his spot, but as Daniel's eyes remained fixed on his, he stayed where he was.
And before Fernando could really understand what was going on, Daniel had gracefully stood up and had closed the distance between them, and now stood only inches away from the fence, one hand resting slightly tangled in the metal net between them.
"Hey." Daniel's eyes were hazel, and his voice sounded much softer than it did when talking to his friends. He wasn't overly confident, wasn't unexpectedly shy. He was normal, a gentle smile tugging at his lips, but it made Fernando feel intimidated and embarrassed anyway.
"Hey," he answered in a surprisingly steady voice.
"I'm Daniel," he introduced himself, and before Fernando could say anything, he asked "do you skate? I see you sitting there every day, do you want to join us?"
"No," Fernando said quickly. "I… I mean, I don't skate."
A look of realization washed over Daniel's face, making his smile widen and Fernando blush in turn. "Alright, then. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow, no?"
"Um… yeah."
Daniel turned around and started to walk away, but stopped and turned around when he was only some feet away.
"I didn't catch your name."
The Spaniard felt a light blush as those eyes fell on him again. "Fernando."
Daniel nodded. "Okay. See you tomorrow, Fernando."
He walked away, back to his friends, and after a few seconds of standing there, Fernando did too, heading to his house as every other day. This time, however, he did it with a smile on his face, and a scary feeling of hope resting near his heart.
Pairing: Daniel Agger / Fernando Torres
Author: onecasillas
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not true, this never happened.
Word count: 919
The sound of wheels over concrete, the loud cheering and excited voices, the occasional curse followed by some laughs. Fernando couldn't stop the smile that made its way to his face when he heard it. He'd grown so used to it lately that he sometimes wondered if he was a bit obsessed.
It was already like a routine for him. On his way back from school, he always took the longest way home, no matter if he had an exam the next day, plans with his friends, or if it was raining. None of those things mattered because it meant going past the skating park, and that meant seeing him.
At first, he'd only been a face to Fernando, someone really good looking with freckles and a lot of tattoos; then, as he'd gained more confidence and had started sitting at the other side of the fence, he'd learnt his name was Daniel, that he had a funny accent, and probably the most amazing smile Fernando had ever seen.
Daniel was always there with the same group of friends, doing nothing but skating, at times drinking a beer or having a cig, or just laying back and watching his mates roll around the park. He looked relaxed all the time, always having fun, like he didn't have an obligation in the world, and maybe he didn't. It seemed like all he did was spend his days at the skate park.
Fernando, on the other hand, ad class all week and helped his dad at their family shop on Saturday mornings. In his opinion, he was nothing special: his friends weren't as cool as Daniel's, he didn't smoke, drink or anything of the sort, he sucked at skating (no matter how much effort he'd put into it after first seeing Daniel), and his appearance was as average as his grades.
Some days, more than he'd like to admit, he liked dreaming. Day dreaming, that is, as he sat at the other side of the fence of the skating park. He imagined himself being great with his skateboard, and impressing everyone with his skills and his style, including Daniel, who'd find himself unable to take his eyes off Fernando and his hair flying around with the wind. He pictured Daniel walking over to him, asking his name with his usual confidence, or with a newfound shyness that had suddenly surfaced at the sight of that mysterious Spaniard.
But that wasn't Fernando's favorite scene. The most frequent dream was that in which he met Daniel outside of the park, away from his friends, just the two of them. Sometimes it was at the supermarket, in the coffee shop near Fernando's house, or in the park at night, where he imagined Daniel went to sort out his thoughts.
The most common one, however, was when Daniel walked to his shop, and Fernando so happened to be talking on the phone with one of his friends about the latest skating trick they were set to try out that very same day.
And it was usually Daniel's own voice what pulled him out of his dreams and brought him back to reality, and he went back to being a normal kid with nothing better to do than stare at cooler people doing cooler things on the other side of a stupid fence.
It was then that he realized that Daniel and him belonged to different worlds, and that things like the ones that happened in his mind weren't possible, and it was usually around that time when he got up and walked back to his house.
That day, however, as he looked up for one final glance before leaving, he found, with a jolt of his stomach, that the pair of eyes he'd dreamt about so many times was firmly set on him. He placed both hands on the floor to push himself up from his spot, but as Daniel's eyes remained fixed on his, he stayed where he was.
And before Fernando could really understand what was going on, Daniel had gracefully stood up and had closed the distance between them, and now stood only inches away from the fence, one hand resting slightly tangled in the metal net between them.
"Hey." Daniel's eyes were hazel, and his voice sounded much softer than it did when talking to his friends. He wasn't overly confident, wasn't unexpectedly shy. He was normal, a gentle smile tugging at his lips, but it made Fernando feel intimidated and embarrassed anyway.
"Hey," he answered in a surprisingly steady voice.
"I'm Daniel," he introduced himself, and before Fernando could say anything, he asked "do you skate? I see you sitting there every day, do you want to join us?"
"No," Fernando said quickly. "I… I mean, I don't skate."
A look of realization washed over Daniel's face, making his smile widen and Fernando blush in turn. "Alright, then. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow, no?"
"Um… yeah."
Daniel turned around and started to walk away, but stopped and turned around when he was only some feet away.
"I didn't catch your name."
The Spaniard felt a light blush as those eyes fell on him again. "Fernando."
Daniel nodded. "Okay. See you tomorrow, Fernando."
He walked away, back to his friends, and after a few seconds of standing there, Fernando did too, heading to his house as every other day. This time, however, he did it with a smile on his face, and a scary feeling of hope resting near his heart.