Fic: Me & the Moon pt.1 (Sernando)
TITLE: Me & the Moon [Part One]
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Five things they said without words...
FANDOM: Spanish Football (Ramos/Torres)
STATUS: In Progress (1/5)
PROMPT: #044 - Care
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
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PART ONE - I Miss You
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“So! How is it?”
Sergio’s voice was a mixture of excitement, curiosity and expectation. Fernando wished that he had something interesting to tell him, but the truth was that it was raining, his new house felt empty and unfamiliar and he was standing in the middle of his living room surrounded by a fort of boxes.
“It’s...” Fernando trailed off struggling for the right word. Depressing as hell pops into mind, but he can’t tell Sergio that. Luckily Sergio doesn’t wait for an answer, just ploughs right on, his voice so familiar and upbeat that Fernando can already feel the tentacles of homesickness taking root.
“Have you got my house warming gift yet?”
Fernando can’t stop a small smile from crossing his face as his eyes flick to the corner of his empty lounge room where a huge display of balloons are tied neatly to a pot plant.. “Yeah I did. They were delivered just before. Opening my front door to those nearly gave me a heart-attack.”
Sergio laughed. “Make sure you water that plant religiously okay? I want to see it thriving when I...” Sergio trailed off awkwardly.
Fernando bit his lip, knowing that Sergio was about to finish that sentence with ‘when I come to visit’. But they both knew that would never happen. There was a pause on either end of the line, Sergio broke it first and when he did his voice was back to normal.
“Anyways, I have to get to training, but have fun unpacking. Call me when you can. No pressure. I know that...” he trailed off and sighed, “whatever... just... just know that I’m thinking of you, okay?”
Fernando nodded, “I know. I’m thinking of you too. And thanks for the balloons. They’re great.”
“You’re welcome. Bye Nando.”
“Bye.”
Fernando clicked off his phone and looked at the balloons, observing them for a couple of seconds before taking a photo of them with his phone. This task complete, he rummaged through the boxes around him for a knife before popping each of the thirteen balloons with a smart crack. As he worked his way through them, Fernando swore he could feel a little piece of himself break with each of the balloons until they were nothing more or less than a mess on the floor. Working quickly Fernando grabbed the ruined plastic from the ground and dumped it in the bin before picking up the small pot plant tenderly and setting it on the kitchen window sill and watering it carefully.
He was just finishing up when the front door flew open and Olalla hurried into the kitchen loaded down with bags of groceries. “Hey honey,” she greeted him with a peck on the cheek. “What’s with the plant?”
“Gift from the couple next door,” Fernando answered automatically, face adverted so she wouldn’t notice his glowing cheeks.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah. It is.”
*
Sergio’s plant grew like it was on steroids. Fernando watered it daily, torn between amusement and horror as it outgrew its pot and had to be replanted and moved to the corner of the living room.
“You’re stupid plant is about to take over the world.” Fernando told Sergio late one night when Olalla was out.
“What are you talking about?” Sergio mumbled his voice tired and thick with sleep on the other end of the line.
“Your plant,” Fernando confirmed patiently knowing that Sergio was never at his best when just woken up. “It’s huge. It lived in the kitchen sink for three days until I bought a bigger pot.”
“You potted my plant in your sink?” Sergio mumbled and Fernando could hear him shuffling around in his bed, probably burying down into his blankets, phone tucked between his ear and the pillow. “That’s convenient for watering I suppose.” There was more shuffling and then, “how are you?”
“Okay,” Fernando began carefully, “I started training.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“How is it going?”
Fernando bit his lip, “its okay. Different. The language thing is hard and the style is different, but you know...”
“It will get better.”
“I know.” Fernando lay down on the couch and rested one hand on his stomach, “how about you? Been okay?”
“Yeah. Madrid is kind of boring without you here though. Do you ever feel like time has stopped?” Sergio asked curiously. “Like the whole world has come to a standstill and we’re just reliving the same day over and over again?”
“No,” Fernando replied honestly. “Time here feels like a beep test.”
“The ones I used to beat you at?” Sergio interjected teasingly.
Fernando laughed, “yeah those. Time is like that. You’re running and running and the beeps are getting closer and closer together until you can’t keep up with them anymore... and somewhere along the way, you just get left behind.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line before Sergio replied, “that’s kind of depressing, Nando.”
Fernando smiled softly, “yeah, but like you said, it will get better.” Keys in the front door caught Fernando’s attention. “Sergio, I have to go.”
“Then go,” Sergio murmured softly. “Don’t say goodbye. Don’t say anything else. Just hang up. We’ll talk soon.”
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PART TWO - COMING SOON...
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Five things they said without words...
FANDOM: Spanish Football (Ramos/Torres)
STATUS: In Progress (1/5)
PROMPT: #044 - Care
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
*~*
*~*
PART ONE - I Miss You
*~*
“So! How is it?”
Sergio’s voice was a mixture of excitement, curiosity and expectation. Fernando wished that he had something interesting to tell him, but the truth was that it was raining, his new house felt empty and unfamiliar and he was standing in the middle of his living room surrounded by a fort of boxes.
“It’s...” Fernando trailed off struggling for the right word. Depressing as hell pops into mind, but he can’t tell Sergio that. Luckily Sergio doesn’t wait for an answer, just ploughs right on, his voice so familiar and upbeat that Fernando can already feel the tentacles of homesickness taking root.
“Have you got my house warming gift yet?”
Fernando can’t stop a small smile from crossing his face as his eyes flick to the corner of his empty lounge room where a huge display of balloons are tied neatly to a pot plant.. “Yeah I did. They were delivered just before. Opening my front door to those nearly gave me a heart-attack.”
Sergio laughed. “Make sure you water that plant religiously okay? I want to see it thriving when I...” Sergio trailed off awkwardly.
Fernando bit his lip, knowing that Sergio was about to finish that sentence with ‘when I come to visit’. But they both knew that would never happen. There was a pause on either end of the line, Sergio broke it first and when he did his voice was back to normal.
“Anyways, I have to get to training, but have fun unpacking. Call me when you can. No pressure. I know that...” he trailed off and sighed, “whatever... just... just know that I’m thinking of you, okay?”
Fernando nodded, “I know. I’m thinking of you too. And thanks for the balloons. They’re great.”
“You’re welcome. Bye Nando.”
“Bye.”
Fernando clicked off his phone and looked at the balloons, observing them for a couple of seconds before taking a photo of them with his phone. This task complete, he rummaged through the boxes around him for a knife before popping each of the thirteen balloons with a smart crack. As he worked his way through them, Fernando swore he could feel a little piece of himself break with each of the balloons until they were nothing more or less than a mess on the floor. Working quickly Fernando grabbed the ruined plastic from the ground and dumped it in the bin before picking up the small pot plant tenderly and setting it on the kitchen window sill and watering it carefully.
He was just finishing up when the front door flew open and Olalla hurried into the kitchen loaded down with bags of groceries. “Hey honey,” she greeted him with a peck on the cheek. “What’s with the plant?”
“Gift from the couple next door,” Fernando answered automatically, face adverted so she wouldn’t notice his glowing cheeks.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah. It is.”
*
Sergio’s plant grew like it was on steroids. Fernando watered it daily, torn between amusement and horror as it outgrew its pot and had to be replanted and moved to the corner of the living room.
“You’re stupid plant is about to take over the world.” Fernando told Sergio late one night when Olalla was out.
“What are you talking about?” Sergio mumbled his voice tired and thick with sleep on the other end of the line.
“Your plant,” Fernando confirmed patiently knowing that Sergio was never at his best when just woken up. “It’s huge. It lived in the kitchen sink for three days until I bought a bigger pot.”
“You potted my plant in your sink?” Sergio mumbled and Fernando could hear him shuffling around in his bed, probably burying down into his blankets, phone tucked between his ear and the pillow. “That’s convenient for watering I suppose.” There was more shuffling and then, “how are you?”
“Okay,” Fernando began carefully, “I started training.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“How is it going?”
Fernando bit his lip, “its okay. Different. The language thing is hard and the style is different, but you know...”
“It will get better.”
“I know.” Fernando lay down on the couch and rested one hand on his stomach, “how about you? Been okay?”
“Yeah. Madrid is kind of boring without you here though. Do you ever feel like time has stopped?” Sergio asked curiously. “Like the whole world has come to a standstill and we’re just reliving the same day over and over again?”
“No,” Fernando replied honestly. “Time here feels like a beep test.”
“The ones I used to beat you at?” Sergio interjected teasingly.
Fernando laughed, “yeah those. Time is like that. You’re running and running and the beeps are getting closer and closer together until you can’t keep up with them anymore... and somewhere along the way, you just get left behind.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line before Sergio replied, “that’s kind of depressing, Nando.”
Fernando smiled softly, “yeah, but like you said, it will get better.” Keys in the front door caught Fernando’s attention. “Sergio, I have to go.”
“Then go,” Sergio murmured softly. “Don’t say goodbye. Don’t say anything else. Just hang up. We’ll talk soon.”
*~*
PART TWO - COMING SOON...