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! Fanfic: It's easy to sing things that the weather system (2 / 2)

Title: It's easy to sing things that the weather system (2 / 2)
Betareader:

el_defe

Fandom: RPF - Football
Characters: Stevan Jovetić, Alberto Gilardino, Adrian Mutu, Josep Guardiola, Bojan Krkic, cited a nonsense of other people.
Rating: VM16 Warning: What if, slash, angst Disclaimer: This fanfiction not for profit. You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. Nothing told in this fanfiction has really happened but it is fictional, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities. Word Count: 12153w. (
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, which it's all my infinite love and heartfelt thanks for what he told me this story after reading it in private. Thanks, honey. ♥ another has gone from a joke by Adrian to six thousand words, and arrive at twelve thousand. ♥ Now, after this talk of interest question, I leave you to read.

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Part Stevan not even listen, while Pep talks about training, so be sure not to play this game, look left to drain on the state, finding as if it were an old friend - and perhaps is a bit 'like this: the screen above the curve and the Fiesole on the other side of the stadium, the words " Fiorentina
" on stage and the lily on that front. If he closes his eyes, he almost seems to hear choirs, to see the colors and banners. For a moment, he finds his Florence. "Stevan, you understand me?" The voice of the Pep receives from his memories in the midst of a chorus very affectionate, and Stevan struggled a little 'get rid of the feeling, his coach smiles, indulgent, and Gerard's settles a slight nudge in the side. "No, mister." Stammers in his English is still too insecure, blushing, and Pep still smiles and ruffles his hair. "I was talking about your position on the field for the game tonight, Stevan." Says the coach again, patiently, and Stevan startled, his eyes dilate with surprise. A part of him is glad to Franks to play again, although on the wrong side than last time, but a larger part is afraid of what might happen. Do not know if it's ready to play against his old comrades - against Alberto . "My - my position , mister?" Repeated, uncertain, hoping to have misunderstood. Probably, it is said, Pep is the only saying that yes, it bothers him so much but no, can not play it because it's an important game and then, he has been recovering recently from a bad blow to the ankle and maybe you can play a piece of Subsequently, however, is almost certainly not be the case, and then get them into glispiaceglispiaceglispiace but no, this is not his game, and amen, to accept it like all other reserves. Instead, Pep's waving under his nose a piece of paper marked with triangles on eleven, and one of the triangles has written a colossal
Stevan "below. "Your position on the field, Stevan." Pep continues, pointing to both its triangle that the dotted lines indicating the directions in which it is supposed to be run. "You were stopped two weeks but have recovered well, and you trained a lot. I think you deserve to leave the owner in this game. "
Stevan nods, without paying too much attention to everything and Pep boys continue to say about him, murmured responses distracted when asked to present opinions that can sull'assetto Fiorentina, and he is not even sure I said the right things, and they are not sure even the others, seen as they watch and shake head. Boji sits down beside him, shaking his hand, and Stevan him is grateful, because it is probably only one hand to prevent him from completely losing touch with reality. The rest of the evening passed as apnea, for Stevan, you barely realize you are wearing the shirt - Barca, he realizes. Because the color seems to him that so wrong?
- and his move into the tunnel behind Leo - Leo ? - ready to enter the field.
Even when marked, later, something seems wrong - because the opposing team's goalie looks like so much Sébastien? - as well as marks when doubling a few minutes later - because there is
Siniša to congratulate him? - but the eyes of Albert, which crosses a moment before disappearing in the locker room down with ice on my ankle that has begun to hurt, enough to erase all the rest, that eye contact and just cut it all comes back again, more complete and stronger than before - the one-two victory two to zero on its Fiorentina, the feeling of nice compliments that made even his ex-comrades, the certainty that among those comrades there was Albert, the Fiesole who yelled for him (and shouted affection
) like old times, as if nothing had changed. Instead, everything has changed, perhaps because too much has changed Stevan can adapt to this new reality as changeable - and so wrong - and the guy goes to take a shower while listlessly around him his companions, whose playful mood has not been affected by the malaise of Stevan, as it should be, continue to talk about things that he does not understand but from which no is not attracted. Carles When suddenly opens the door of the locker room, suspicious that he heard muffled noises coming from outside, Adem is standing there in front, his arm half-raised as uncertain between the knock and give up. Seeing discovered, the boy smiling weakly, obviously embarrassed. "There Stevan?" Moans, craning his neck to peer over the shoulder of the English, who smiles, nods and makes him enter. Stevan, when out of the shower, it is engaged in an extensive conversation with Serbian Bojan, smiles, and smiles even notice it in the Boji, before giving a helping hand to Adem. "What are you doing here?" Murmured Stevan, running a hand through his wet hair. In response, Adem is even more embarrassed. "Will you come with me?" Peel, embarrassed, and Gerard just laughs. "To greet the other, I mean. I think, "he weighs the words slowly, being careful not to miss anything dangerous. "I think it would do good to all." Stevan nods before you understand all the implications, and Adem smiles in a way that makes it impossible to feel guilty. 'May I? "Asked immediately after, realizing the look of Pep on himself, and is already beginning to slip in some way the sweatpants. "Dry your hair before going anywhere." Scolds him Pep, an amused twinkle in his eyes despite the severity ostentatious. When Stevan obeys, bored with a snort, the man turns to Adem. "And you can wait outside, we are not going to kidnap him."
"I've already done." Muttered the boy, upset, in a whimper in Serbia Stevan Boji and hasten not to translate accurately into English, but quit anyway. When it is certain that the door is closed, the smile fades Stevan suddenly, as if he had made a second too late what he has just done. She rubs her hair slightly, sitting on the bench, and is immediately near the Boji. "You're going to Albert, right?" She whispered, approaching in a way that only he feels. Do not you know that when they decided to Stevan was no secret that it was good that it remained a secret, but it does not matter to Boji. Stevan nods imperceptibly, while maintaining the same frightened that we read in his face for several minutes. "In Barcelona, I was not exactly gentle with him." She sighs, without going over; Boji nods, remembering exactly where the evening's Stevan came home crying, and the next morning when he told him everything, and the knot in my stomach that felt for him, seeing him so sad, sitting in her kitchen with a cup of hot chocolate in our hands intact. "You're afraid he might return?" Asks uncertain, while around them their comrades continue to congratulate each other for a game dominated and won, hoping it can be a good omen for the following days. I do not know. "Says Stevan, disillusioned with a smile, without feeling at all," the man of the match "as is the whole world seems to consider it this evening. For him, everything just seems tired and wrong. "I'm afraid that it can be changed more than I care to admit." Concluded, slamming his hand on a low bench. Boji takes his hand in his, smiling. He glanced at the corner of Pep, abide by and certainly curious to know what they are saying the two boys, and smiles sweetly. "I hope that everything is for the better." She whispered, holding just the grip, and Stevan nods but does not really believe it. Adem waiting for him in the hallway, almost at attention, and jump to the neck as soon as he sees out and shut the door behind her, burying her face against his chest and whining about something than I missed him and how was good in that game and a thousand other things that does not include Stevan, too busy trying to deal with the flood of emotions stronger families and attacks him while Adem drags him through the corridor and leave the front door of the locker room Fiorentina - the his dressing room -, which is waiting for him to open it, when you hear more of it. Siniša smiles like a proud father when he sees him come in, even if that look Stevan not think I deserve, and Richard hugs and smiles with his special smile, the one that has seen Stevan's restricted to only few people, first of all Giampaolo - the proud smile when he saw a beautiful goal to score Sébastien, with a tinge of sadness so strong it hurts. Mark sighs that has become taller and better at the last time I saw him play, Lorenzo grins that despite everything is still skinny and shows her arms more and more defined, Daniel timidly try to say something but is overwhelmed by Adrian coming out of the shower, out of breath and a towel around his waist dangerously poised, and he takes it and throws a couple of times in the air, happy and grossly offended by the fact nobody told him they were going to take "the star of the evening rapendolo the dressing room of Barça" - these words Sini laughs and slaps him on the side, Adrian's wrist and the blocks both laugh, together. Alberto And there, sitting on a bench nearby, already worn with jeans and still wet towel around her shoulders, there are only a few meters to divide them, but seem to Stevan an infinite distance, when it crosses his eyes. The sensation of cold, distance, strangeness is so hard to take your breath away and threaten to do so, if it were not for the hot hand of Adi still resting on her cheek. "Maybe you'd better leave it alone." Murmured Sini, giving voice to the thought that winds between the locker room whispers and glances. Stevan, somehow finds the courage to nod, Alberto, by contrast, remains motionless. remain just and yet do not approach, counting the buildings remain unspoken and lies stacked up between them, remain motionless trying to recognize, to see something in the family in spite of everything what happened between them.
"Hug." Murmured Albert, after a time that seems endless, stretching out his arms and shaking immediately after Stevan plunges in its grasp. "
StevanStevanStevan. "blows, with a slight hiccup, kissing everywhere, and manages to get his fingers into his shoulders shaking to the point of him almost hurt, trying to prevent him from leaving again. "I missed you." Rediscovering Albert - his lips, his touch, his scent, his skin under your fingers - and hear, feel that the thing that has changed is not how many had believed, it is very Stevan more than he ever imagined or hoped to deserve.
tremble when I hear it from her arms, Alberto can not restrain a laugh, slipping out of her parted lips while Stevan tightens and lifts between their arms, looking down from the tiny smile on her face painted.
"You're beautiful." Murmured put it back in the ground, before kissing him again, and Stevan against members gather, laughing and crying at the same time to relieve him back, feel the fear that had gripped her stomach suddenly dissolve and leave only full the pleasure of being with Albert again, to feel her breath on his cheek and his hands on his hips. Alberto takes all the time to undress and get stripped, and perhaps it also takes longer than necessary, followed at your fingertips every line of his body, learning to recognize the touch again, the light line of the neck and collarbone and be defined in the chest and abdomen, down to retrace with the lips and tongue, hands in his hair Stevan, suspended between the desire to seek more

and the fear of getting too
more
. Alberto that more
I admit with a smile so affectionate to do almost hurts, because Albert has never been the type to smile openly, at no time, kneel before him and looks for a second, trying to preserve every detail of that time, the exact shade of red on his cheeks and his breathing and strokes his stomach for a moment before you let him slide her shorts down her legs. Alberto think it might stay that way forever, just enjoying watching Stevan under his touch, his cheeks swell up to the sighs that seeks to retain teeth that tighten his lips and his hands are placed on his shoulders as if they were his only lifeline, her legs trembling a bit 'as it is sinking his fingers into her hair, humming disconnected phrases Stevan forces him to rebound with a groan, and pulled against and kissing him again, biting his lips to that Albert did not allow him to deepen the kiss while pushes him to the infirmary, without breaking the kiss, even for a moment, even when Alberto pushes on the bed, which is their first meeting, the floor, stroking his neck and chest as a measure to return with him, a measure that has lost this last year and which is why he needs to find . "Are you sure, Stevan?" Alberto measuring her body with his hands up along his back and down on his chest, redefines every inch of her skin and gives you back over his mark, branding Stevan silently but no less binding, while the Montenegrin groaning under his touch, returning to find his mouth as if he could breathe only on his lips. "Yes" Stevan whispers, trying to control the tremor in his voice while caressing Alberto's new face and chest, looking as if it were the most important of the whole damn universe, something to protect and keep close the heart, something so precious that you can sell your soul just to make sure that nothing bad should happen to him, had missed the way in which Albert has always looked, for it is as if that made him look every time rests on him, a different person, more beautiful and more important than it is. Stevan strokes his eyelids and cheeks, almost reverently, and then you pick up on your forearms to be able to kiss again, touching her lips slowly, this time in a very light kiss, trying to expand to infinity then he would not ever end.
"I want to go home, Albi." Stevan murmured, brushing his cheek with his lips, almost shyly. "I want to get back to you

." Alberto lets out a puff faint and stresses with a caress his cheeks, pulling him to kiss him. "Talk Radamani." Blows, amused. "I speak with the guys." Adrian listened to him lying on the bench - Siniša rolls his eyes and snorts, but says nothing and makes a sign to leave room for just slapping him on the calf - And sighs when talking about Alberto Stevan and the fact he wants to return to Florence, and asked them for help without even knowing what
has been asking for. He stands alone when Albert has finished, with an air that can not reassure anyone, he first. "Alberto, I think I can speak a little 'to everyone here," sighed Adrian, laid his hand on his shoulder. "When I say that we are not the problem. Damn, I rivorrei Stevan here and now, if it were up to me, and you know it. "Romania's curling her lips, amused. "The problem is the damn damn self and the company's debt. I do not think that Barcelona will be so excited to give to us its new star. " Alberto nods thoughtfully, a frown in his eyes, not that it was not fully aware of what Adrian has just finished telling him, but feel it aloud is infinitely worse, it hurts because it looks even more like an impossible dream. "I know." Admitted, dropping to the bench next to Richard, who moves imperceptibly, to place him and putting his hand on his knee, trying to be comforting as possible, Alberto sees his own eyes reflected in the resignation of 'friend and quickly averts his eyes, not at all eager to be pitied. Adrian is a moment thoughtfully, then bends down to whisper something to Siniša, which frowns and shakes his head briefly, then sighs and umpteenth protest Romania, nods wearily. Adrian sits up after a moment, smiled determinedly before making arm Alberto. "I have an idea to bring Stevan here," she sighs, and Alberto can not refrain from smiling at the idea, the thought of being able to have again, to be able to recover itself
. "But I need your help."
Stevan lands in Florence in a sunny day, almost two years since he left the first time, perhaps too lasciandosela behind love back and the city looks more beautiful ever, with its streets sunny and people that means dragging a suitcase as he walks - and he does not feel uncomfortable, to those glances and whispered the words that accompany it, because it is a little 'how to get back in the family, despite everything. Alberto is waiting in the car, behind tinted windows and a pair of sunglasses, with a smile so genuine as to miss a Stevan in a way so clear for him to climb almost to tears, and places the bag on the seats back and took his seat on the passenger seat, his hands immediately seek those of Albert and tighten up, unable to suppress a smile to his sister.
"Stevan." Alberto's voice glides on its soft cheek as he bent towards him and kisses him softly, without worrying about anything, just feeling it again with him, without fear of hearing disappear as soon as I closed my eyes, breathing on me all her fears disappeared, all the worries deleted, all

. Stevan take a moment to tighten, to pass her fingers through her hair and laughing floor laughing

of them, of what is good now that is with him.
"I'm here." Reassures him, rocking him softly against him - and, if it is something that Albert would never have thought could only happen a few years before, now it's almost natural, Stevan because he grew up, moved away and then came back to him with another consciousness, with knowledge of a man who loves and is not ready to give up the person she loves. "It's not going anywhere."
"I must thank Adrian, then." Alberto giggles, but in a wrong way

; Stevan feels it, and just raises an eyebrow, worried. Alberto smiles sadly, passing his fingers through his hair, and says nothing.
"Why?"
Alberto still smiles, shaking her head. "I'm not going to take this responsibility, not him." He explains, and Stevan understand and suddenly pales. "I'll take him." Stevan located on the embankment, resting the balustrade and intent to comply with the flowing river, and despite the situation, he can not suppress a smile: he had never imagined that Adrian could be a philosopher nostalgic, and even now can not see it in this dress.
"Adrian." Calls him, in a whisper, and Romania are not time motioning with his hand to reach it.
"It's beautiful." She sighs, looking away. "The Arno, I say. I always liked him. "" Adrian. "Stevan shakes his head, without being distracted, and his voice sounds a little 'harder when you do not really want. "You should not have." Adrian finally turns to look at him, and Stevan can not understand how can be so calm when speaking of his departure from Florence - the look, the Montenegrin fails out of his head the idea that it is his fault, if Adrian is leaving. It is his fault, his selfishness in wanting to return after having made the decision to go away, if only he had known, would never come back.
"Why not?" Adrian looks into his eyes and speaks with frankness, as it has done with him since they first met. It is also why the likes of Adrian, the fact that he's always been honest, I've always made it clear throughout. "You've done for me."
Stevan bursts into tears at these words, and Adrian looked up at the sky sighs and hugs him with one arm, forcing him to put her head on his shoulder.
"Listen, Stevan." Adrian speaks calmly, without any shadow of regret. "Two years ago I would have had to escape through the back door, remember?" Expects Stevan has nodded - recalling the protests, the growing fear that snaked to see him go in the locker room, the crusade undertaken by Siniša who had failed in its intention, so that it seemed that were sold off to the first agent - and then starts to speak, with a smile. "This year I can leave with the affection of the fans. You gave me much more than I deserved at the time, "he pauses tiny, clasping the grip on his shoulder and pressing simultaneously against a bit 'more power. 'And I'm not a guy who forgets. " Stevan lets out an embarrassed laugh, with some difficulty accepting the gift that's Adrian is doing, and that is not simply due to return to Florence, is something much bigger, who can not confine a single concept. "I miss you, Adi. Without you will not be the same. "She sighs, after some uncertainty, wiping her eyes with the back of the hand, and Adrian laughs and ruffles his hair.
"I am confident that Albert can take care of you." She says with an air of importance that Stevan forced to laugh in spite of everything. "I'm doing for him, what do you think? Ever smiling more. "" I think something happened to him as a child. "Stevan suggests, amused, without wondering where this strange game going to end or for what will last, just enjoying the moment, that seems too much to those the past to make him feel at home as a few other things. "I have never hypnotized and dissolved the spell." Rope gives Adrian, enjoyed laughing with him, and both laugh even more mind before the image of a miniature Alberto observing the pendulum of a hypnotist until the his usual frown is painted on the lips. "I'll take it from a gypsy to make him remove the curse, then. " Adrian laughs at this idea, miming the act of reading a crystal ball, and Stevan still laughs and hugs him, burying her face against his chest until they both stop laughing, Adrian and clasps him briefly before letting him go.
"you're good, baby." Murmured, moving a curl behind her ear before taking him by the hand and drag them where Alberto was expected all the time, sitting in the car.
"At last you go." Albert sighed, raising his eyes as he left the car and go meet them, adding Stevan and trying his hand. For a moment the little boy looks at him, then sighs and Alberto darkens. Raises again the look on Adrian and a second open his mouth to say something, but renounced shaking his head. "I miss you."
Adrian makes a half-laugh, as his tired eyes, and puts his hand on the shoulder of Alberto.
"You too." She says earnestly, looking at both eyes, biting his lips, shaking his shoulder, then chuckles. "Take care of you, come back here whenever I can." "Where they send you, Adi?" Stevan's voice trembles as he runs his hand through his hair and did not see his face, scared of what Adrian could read; Romania's floor laughing, and staying away from Alberto property standing in front of Stevan, a hand raised toward him, but have not even touched, mimicking a light caress on her hair. "Never mind." Ride, pianissimo, and Stevan opens his eyes and raises her face shot, meeting his hand slipping into a rough pat on his cheek and his neck. "So I come back soon."
Adrian china for a moment on Stevan, brushing his lips with his own only for a second, the ignoring of Alberto disappointment that behind him, says nothing but stiffens in a way so obvious to be almost comical. The boy gasps later, blushing, then leans over to kiss a moment to respond. "I miss you, Adi." She sighs, and is sincere when he throws again her arms around him and smiled sadly, feeling, and Adrian also tighten in response Alberto addition to the embrace, a moment later. "I miss you too." Adrian is the answer that you let slip through her hair, buried his face once again. "I'll entrust you, Alberto."
"It was never yours, Adrian." Albert smiles, Stevan attracted to him and placing his lips on his forehead, Adrian continuing to look into the eyes without looking away for even a moment. "I do not let go again."
Adrian smiles and nods, without another word. By the way Alberto hugs, this time is sure he told the truth.

Notes: Finish this story was a figment
in the true sense of the word in the sense that it was finished ten minutes before the expiry of the deadline for sending more or less, but I love her. Thus, there is a special dedication, but there is a huge and heartfelt thanks to all of you that you have read and particularly for the usual unknown who helped me to arrive alive at the bottom of all this - and I'm talking to you, Jo and Def. ♥ special thanks to you, because I would never have come this far without your help and your patience Starmie in the back while I screamed bloody fic that would not reach its conclusion.