La Boxing Differenent Price

!fanfic: Sail your sea, meet your storm. (2/2)


Title: Sail your sea, meet your storm.
Betareader:


jen_jm




Fandom: RPF - Football
Characters:
Stevan Jovetic, Alberto Gilardino, Adrian Mutu, Bojan Krkic, Riccardo Montolivo, Giampaolo Pazzini, Cesc Fabregas, mainly . In addition, there is more or less the world, to the point that if I really put all I would only write ridiculous.

Rating: VM16


Warning:
AU, slash, angst, fluff.
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: 16172w. (




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Notes:
Participant

bigbangitalia \\ O \\ and for this gift from innocence8
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" Part.
"You're late." Stevan hissed, seeing him finally get thoughtful and controlling the clock - a half-hour delay was not from him, absolutely, Alberto tended to be manic to even such things as schedules and accuracy in general. Albert shrugged, dismissing the matter as quickly as possible. "We can avoid pointing out the obvious and begin?" He muttered, clearly eager to avoid that discussion, even Stevan, for its part, would have preferred that, but just could not. It would have been easier to ignore, ignore the fact that he had been out all morning, ignoring the fact that it seemed so different from the previous day, when he had kissed in the park and raised in Florence and all seemed nice and easy, it would have been simpler, but would not be fair
, not for himself nor for Alberto. "No
." Insisted, stubbornly, crossing his arms against his chest and lowering his voice immediately when he saw the faces around them that he screamed. "Albi, please. You can not seriously think I could take the piss, and if you think I really know very little. "Alberto did not sign to answer, keeping his face down and hands are busy playing with a rubber band recovered somewhere. "Where were you tonight?" "I have not been anywhere, Stevan." Pointed out, reluctantly, and those words were enough to make Stevan some of its initial diagnosis: there was something wrong, and was afraid to know thing. 'A-ha. Of course. "Retorted, polemical, turning her shoulders with a gesture of anger and a few steps away, Alberto looked up to heaven, snorting angrily. "I was from Alice, all right?" exploded, spreading his arms, and Stevan suddenly turned toward him, eyes wide. "Have you had sex." He stammered, bleaching, would have liked to reach out to touch her cheek, now that they were approached again enough to allow it, but was afraid to hear something different under the fingers, a feeling of warmth or a stranger. Just dropped his arms to his sides, just waiting for an answer - answer that, he knew, was that he did not want to hear. "No," he hastened to deny Alberto Stevan too quickly because he could really trust him, because, after a moment she saw him lower his face to avoid having to set in eyes. "Yes " Stevan closed his eyes, feeling a tear ran down his cheek, without the urge to wipe his face. When he returned to speak, after the moment of silence that was used to prevent trembling in his voice clearly, it was just a whisper. "Leave me alone, Alberto." She whispered, clenching his fists, Alberto took another step toward him, trying to hug him, but Stevan back, away from his touch. "Stevan -»
"Go , Christ, Alberto, leave me alone." Stevan this time was screaming to the point that the people around them turned to him briefly, if Alberto pressed against him, ignoring his attempts to escape. " Stevan ." She whispered, holding strong at the point of him almost hurt, it just rocked, looking for the right words to tell him the truth. Sighing, he realized that there were none. "When I went to Florence, Alice was pregnant." Stevan remained silent, trying to achieve the exact scope of what Albert had said, dropped his hands to his sides, stopping suddenly pushed off the attempts of too foggy to get any reaction. The people around them quietly returned to their jobs, apparently convinced that things between them were settled. "I have a daughter, Stevan." Alberto's voice aroused him from his apathy, a low murmur near his temple, his lips close enough to touch his skin with every word. With a sigh, Stevan stepped back and away enough to be able to face, clutching her arms around his body as if to protect themselves. "What-what means this?" He stammered, looking for his eyes, but Alberto transfer the look, preferring to make an indistinct point over his shoulder. I do not know, Stevan, I do not know. "Stevan heard him talk as he walked away without more forces to listen to him, wanting just a bit 'of peace, if he had imagined something that could have happened, well in excess of anything that could ever have imagined. "Now I need to think." Alberto found him after a half hour of searching, sitting behind their trailer, the legs drawn to his chest. "What are you doing?" He asked, gently, sitting beside him, Stevan more squeezed her arms around him, shaking his head. With a moment's delay, Alberto realized she was crying. "If I go - 'Stevan nervously wiped his eyes, without looking at him. She kept her gaze to the stars, as if he had simply gone out to see the night sky as he often did, was not so, and both the knew only too well. "I mean, if I go for you there will be no problems, no? You can go back to Alice and your daughter. You'll be fine. "" You can not go all right without you, Stevan. "Rebuked him, Alberto, tilting the head concerned, Stevan bit her lip, trying to continue to speak without her voice trembled too. "Then you have to choose, Alberto." Stretched out his arms, without saying anything else, was waiting for Albert to speak, was his choice, this, and he would do nothing to stop it. Even if it meant letting him go. Alberto blanched suddenly, standing up suddenly and fixing it. "Do not You can ask this . "muttered incredulously. "You can not really ask -" "It
exactly what I'm doing." Stevan smiled slightly, wounded.
I'm was the only coherent thought that his mind clouded could articulate, I lost and it's all my fault. My fault that I took away from Florence three years ago . "That's what you're asking me to do, too, after all." "Stevan." Alberto's voice was low, a cold and barely audible whisper. "Go inside, please. It's cool. "
Stevan shook his head, but stood still, turned with a snort the hand that Alberto had stretched, shaking off the grass from their clothes and paying a last look at the sky - it was veiled, the star that she was staring until a few minutes ago, and he made out a sigh. He put to bed, for once, without even changing, the touch of Albert on his hips seemed strange, when joined him, relaxing at his side.
"Stevan - 'Albert began, but the boy broke in to put your fingers on the lips and shaking his head.
"Please." She whispered, shaking his hand. "We can talk about it tomorrow? I'm tired. " After a moment's hesitation, Alberto nodded, bending down to kiss him, was to Stevan to cry, in the sense that kiss as the worst lie that Albert had ever told.
* Stevan When he awoke the next morning, he had the most vivid memory of his dreams was Alberto who turned his back and away from him, the first impression, however, was the one that was exactly what he had dreamed what had happened. The bed next to his extended hand was shaking the night before that of Albert, was empty and cold. Alberto was gone. Despite
felt the need to try something more, Stevan could not really surprised at what had happened, simply, he had understood all the small details of the evening Previous by his voice, his touch, lack of minutiae that had constituted their daily lives, from the kiss that had left him on the lips the night before and was a farewell much more than many words that he could spend, because Alberto had always preferred to say little and act a lot. He would have preferred another farewell, however, to be honest, would prefer that there was no goodbye. Alberto was missing, no use denying it: he had not even woken up by a quarter of an hour and had not even got out of bed, preferring to stay there staring at the ceiling rather than worry about anything else. Simply turned on its side, coming close your eyes and sleep, what to do would have thought later. Now, with the pain of separation and still pungent smell Alberto still everywhere around him, even just thinking they could get up and start doing what he did every day was a thought too cumbersome and too painful and, as such, was ignored.
He awoke it was dark again, wondering what had slept - had never been the type to linger in bed longer than necessary;
that was the - well, it had never happened
, he realized, sitting up and passing a hand through his hair slowly, finding more intricate than ever under the fingers. He dreamed, he realized again after another few moments, rinsing Slowly the face without finding the strength to do anything without the will to live out
dress without Alberto. It was a dream confused, tiresome, and one of those dreams that, upon waking, they leave you almost more tired than when you're asleep, Stevan could not really focus on what he had dreamed, but he knew that he was delusional and that probably had Alberto concerned, and this was enough to masquerade want to remember any more precisely. Her scent was still much less all around him - on pillows, clothes he had left behind, as if he ran so fast that not even have time to take away all their things - to do evil, would preferred, probably, that he had not been even the slightest clue. A slight knock him distracted from his thoughts, he muttered something and putting a shirt, taking care to choose one of those newly washed, and a pair of jeans, before opening and do not find anyone at the door.
'insane What a joke. "He muttered, shaking his head, before the gaze on something posasse resting a few inches from his feet to the point that a longer wheelbase would have been enough to kick on.
was a ring, in all respects identical to that of Richard, who had held his hands and envy just a couple of days before, or rather, two rings were identical in a box of blue velvet resting on steps of their trailer. Stevan caressed the box for a moment, holding back tears.
'Boji. "He called, in a faint voice, and Adrian is the boy who sprang from behind a pile of tarpaulins nearby, both evidently embarrassed at being caught. "Adrian
? " How did you know that I was? "Breathed the boy, blushing, and Stevan let out a smile indulgently.
"You're the only person I talked to these rings." Chuckled, stroking his eyes again. "And if it was Albert, there was only one ring. Thanks, anyway, "he sighed, bending her head because neither Adrian nor Bojan could see him cry. "I am beautiful, but I can not accept. Also because there is no forever, me and Alberto. "" He'll be back. "Bojan nodded, sure, but all he could to get that Stevan was crying even more. With a sigh, Adrian stooped to stroke his hair, picking up her arms and lift. Stevan put her face against his shoulder, watching Bojan and his hopeful smile.
'Boji, he is not your Pep. "He sighed, and every word was a certainty that was becoming more evil every passing moment. "He will not return. I should have known that one day would end so that I would wake up and I would be alone. In the end, "notes, with a melancholy smile and a stifled sob. "That's what he did with Alice, because I should have been different?"
"Stevan." Adrian's voice was calm, while transporting him between the trailer and always keeping it in the arms of attracting them look puzzled Ricardo and Wayne, who had stopped as they passed a heated dispute over who should sing the lullaby to Cris jr. for that evening. "I've known Albert for a while ', and I can assure you one thing. He is not one to disappear like this, if you really care about you. "
" Maybe not then care about me, because that is exactly what he did. "
Adrian shook his head, laughing, and Boji laughed with him, trotting in front of them and opening the road.
"If you think so, then perhaps you're the one who does not care about him." Scolded Adrian, suddenly serious after that moment of hilarity. "I've never seen so taken Alberto as I saw it with you. And believe me, when he met for the first time Bregoli, "twisted his nose, as if the thought passed to it by the head was bothering him deeply. "I was there, and I saw how he looked."
Boji preceded them in his trailer, opened the bedroom door because Adrian could set Stevan on the bed, between the covers untrimmed and some props that Bojan made sure to disappear in drawers, babbling something about to going to talk to Pep, the boy disappeared from the door.
"Adrian." Stevan not turned to talk to him, staring at the wall plate obstinately in front of him. "Why are you doing?"
"For Albert is a friend of mine." Sighed the Rumanian, relaxing next to him and remained motionless staring at the ceiling, with a faint smile. "And also because you are, baby. You're the only one who has always been beside me, cursed at this time. "" You think so? What you said, mean. Alberto - 'Stevan bit his lip, feeling the tears sting your eyes, annoying, and Adrian's hand gently stroking her hair. "What Albert can return." "Yes, I believe that." Adrian smiled, drawing her to him and kissing his forehead lightly. "If I know him, will return."
Stevan stood abandoned in the embrace of Adrian, who continued to stroke his hair and cheeks, gently.
"Adrian," Stevan bit his lip, feeling yet another tear ran down his cheek, without feeling the urge to raise my hand to wipe that Adrian was shaking. "You like me?"
"No - that is, yes - that is, "Adrian took a deep breath, subtly loosening the tight around his shoulders and just moving away, rose up on one elbow, staring sternly. "Yes, I like you, but not in the way you want at this time."
Stevan bit his lip, striving to blush quietly slipped closer to Adrian, brushing the side with their fingertips, without looking up on him. "But you like me, right? So ... " The boy leaned over, brushing his lips for a moment, then lean out and retreat again after a moment's hesitation, closing his eyes, Adrian remained motionless for a second, displaced, feeling her warmth against him, before grabbing her shoulders tightly and keep it away from him. "No." he breathed, stroking her hair to ease the tension evident in his wide-eyed. "And if I'm not the guy who steals your boyfriend to a friend or taking advantage of kids in your state. Would you do it just because Albert is gone. "He concluded, with a stern voice, Stevan shook his head. "Not true." She whispered, without sounding even convinced themselves of those words. "Yes it is, do not lie." Adrian rebuked him, staring hard until he blushed more and bowed his head, biting his lip. "It would be the same if you went to drink to forget, and perhaps would be better. Over time, I discovered that a hangover is much less evil of guilt. " Stevan was silent for a couple of minutes, staring at her fingers smangiucchiate, without the courage to watch Adrian in the face, and rather surprised that his friend he remained there, with him, rather than in the lurch, because the way he behaved. Him he was grateful, of course: he would not been able to handle loneliness, probably, had always been accustomed since childhood, to have someone alongside, and in the last three years there had always been Alberto, who was also more than just

next.
"Adrian?" She whispered, after an unreasonably long time and that, despite this, he was not served in any way not to feel foolish or guilty. I wait for the answer in a whisper more distracted
"Yes?"
before continuing to talk. "Sorry." Blew, hiding her face against the pillow and moaning the remaining words nell'imbottitura drowning. "I did not want -"
"It's okay, is' quiet." Adrian laughed, lightly, gently shaking his shoulder to reassure him. "Nothing happened."

Adrian reached out, and surround the shoulder and rocking back against him when he burst into tears again, muttering incoherent sentences against his shirt, leaving finally the bitterness at being left behind - left there alone

by a person with whom he had trusted as he had never trusted even to himself - suddenly exploded, leaving it only to shake, drained and exhausted, against the side of his friend.
"I'm coming in, then you will do well to be in the condition appropriate to the common sense of decency."
Pep's voice, filtered through the sheet metal of the door startled them both, and after a while Adrian laughed, rising to sit on the bed and stroking his hair one last time. "What big words, Pep, I read some new page of the dictionary? "said Romania's sarcastically, going to open the door and doing a few steps back to allow Josep entering. "What are you doing here, anyway? Boji said - "Pep laughed, slipping in the bathroom under the watchful eye of Adrian confused and apathetic to what Stevan, before re-emerge with the same smile on his lips. "I just came to get my things." He explained cheerfully, waving a toothbrush and a package that looked like crumpled dramatically to a common striped pajamas grigioline. "Tonight I'm gonna throw you out of my own home, God only knows why." Ended with a smile, putting everything in a backpack and some other object in tirandovi surprisingly, most non doverselo carry around half empty for real need. "Thank you, Pep." Stevan sat up with a moan, nervously tinker with the sheet and looking nervously at him. "If it's a problem I can always return to the nos - in

my trailer, I say."
Adrian rolled his eyes heavenward in exasperation, jostling with the shoulder Pep.
"Stevan, you must learn to understand when someone is joking and when to get serious." He muttered, hastily pushing the Spaniard to the door with a smile. "And you go, I upset the child." "For once he is right, Stevan." Pep laughed, clinging the door frame and leaning in to speak with a friendly smile, before going back and stroke his hair, under the watchful eye of Adrian, apparently not yet fully convinced of dell'inoffensività Josep - or simply worried that he could burst out Stevan cry at any moment, for any reason. "For me there is a problem sleeping and Zlatan Jose for a night." "Still here?" Bojan was added with evident amusement of the strange meeting that was taking place in his trailer; Pep nodded, placing his arm around his shoulders and kissed him gently on the temple, in a loving way so as to force to divert Stevan look before bursting into tears - a slight cough Adrian, who seemed to have taken to heart their part by over-anxious mother, hoped to convince both a hasty goodnight Pep as he walked away.
"Stay here to stay, Adi?" Joked Bojan, climbing and sliding down on the bed next to Stevan, and Adrian decided shook his head, stretching to kiss on the forehead Stevan. "No, because if you want to find a place on the couch."
"I have the best places to sleep, kid." Chuckled the man, approaching the door. "And most interesting people with whom to spend the night."
"Greet Siniša for us then." Said Boji, amused, and the response of acid rose to his lips Adrian was fully covered by the sound of the door slamming behind him. The boy immediately turned to Stevan, a word to pursed lips as worried about making a cup of chocolate, the greater should be clung to him like a shield, looking for any consolation. Bojan put her arm around his shoulders, settled back on the blanket, and waited silently for him to speak first.
"Alberto is gone." Whispered the boy after a time that seemed endless, after taking a sip of a particularly long and comforting chocolate, Bojan and nodded, encouraging him to continue. Among a sob, and the other, Stevan finally ended to tell - had failed very little of what had happened, only what he deemed best to remain private, just something between him and Albert, had failed to kiss goodbye to Albert, because it would have probably cried more than they already had done. At the end of the story, Bojan pressed him harder, her head resting on his shoulder.
"We will fix everything, I promise." She whispered, trying to sound convincing, Stevan shook his head, a disillusioned smile on his lips.
"Do not bother you?" He murmured after a moment of silence, trying to change the subject, evidently before the eyes Bojan confused hastened to clarify. "I mean, that Pep sleep with Zlatan and Jose."
Bojan smiled nervously, smoothing the folds of the duvet not exist on their legs.
"I guess that Geri has also told you that before there was a middle thing between Pep and Jose and then there was something between a half-Pep, José and Zlatan, right?" He chuckled, vaguely uneasy, and nodded Stevan soon. "But yes, I get bored." Boji shrugged, dismissing the matter with a wave of his hand. "But it was the easiest way, do not think it too?"
"Yes, but -"
"Of course it bothers me, Ste." Bojan smiled, looking directly in the eye and gently stroking her cheek, almost like a brother. "But I also know that Pep will do nothing and that the other two'll leave it alone."
How do you know? "
Stevan's voice was a whisper that he almost imperceptible smile tenderly Bojan, and put her arm around her shoulders and better accommodate the blanket around them, with his mind, he returned to the identical situation the previous day, only to shake their heads and hunt that memory.
"I just know, and I also know Pep." Snapped, then smiled again, openly. "That's okay, I swear. He is not sorry and do not mind not to me. "
Stevan nodded, doubtful, then sink to the nose in the pillow and just squint your eyes, irrationally tired despite having spent the day splitting between sleep and nightmares.
"How much you have cost the rings?" Asked in a low voice, glancing sideways at the blue box that had laid on the table, far enough away from him by portela ignore. To that question, Boji stiffened.
"Have not you ever taught that is not nice to ask the price of a gift?" He murmured, affectionately, slipping under the covers beside him, staring at the ceiling.
"I once more give to the last penny." Stevan contradicted him, shaking his head. "I do not want debt to anyone." Bojan When he returned to speak, there was a slight streak of irritation in his voice. "Stevan, I do not give a price to friendship, and it is time that not even I gave you." He murmured, hurt, and then soften the tone of their voice, and stroked her hair, gently. "It's one thing I did because I wanted it

and because you are a friend of mine and I wish you were happy with Alberto at the cost of anywhere you go and return back here and kicking."
"Thank you, I do not believe of - Ok, ok, I give up. "Stevan raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, after yet another fiery glance that Bojan had given him, just smiled, really grateful for the His words and his actions, going back to put her head on the pillow. "Thank you seriously, then."
Bojan smiled, lying down beside him, Stevan could feel the warmth of her back near her, and after a second his hand trying to blind her side, stroking slowly, hoping to reassure at least a little '.
"Good night." Murmured together, giggling, Stevan long remained awake, watching the shadows lengthen around them, drawing weird shapes on the ceiling above him, in one way or another, each of the brings to mind Albert.

* was strange and difficult to get used to being without Alberto; Stevan he realized the next morning, waking up after a few hours of sleep confused by someone who, as a good friend, and much more, was not
Alberto . It was as if, in the last three years, had learned to travel in space only in relation to a figure higher and stronger around him, learning to direct its function in the body only to remain as close as possible to Albert, as if even the air between them was an obstacle too difficult to bear because of the need to constantly hear their breathing and their skin mix come into contact. The space around him now seemed more empty and strange. 'Go talk to Cesc. "Bojan advised him, affectionately, after he realized the problem of his friend. "If anyone can help, now, that must be him."
Find Cesc proved more difficult than he had budgeted Stevan when Boji had answered with a shrug, if only because no one seemed know where he was. All would agree in having seen disappearing with a woman - a woman
, orroreraccapricciocatastrofeapocalisse - the night before, but nobody seemed to be aware of where Cesc had gone to sell off the evening. "To tell the truth, I have always been here." Replied the boy, when Stevan finally found him in his trailer, watching him tinker nervously on the threshold, uncertain about what he would find inside. "Come on, come on."
'May I? "Stevan uncertain murmured, peering over his shoulder, but the only sign of this mysterious woman appeared to be only a slight scent in the air. "You are disease-if I can come back later, or we can not do anything with, I mean, is not an idea of Bojan and that is basically -"
"Gio is gone an hour ago, or would have missed the boat for Milan. "Cesc laughed, sitting cross-legged on the bed unmade and Stevan leaving the chair of the tiny kitchenette. "He has a lot to see or something like that." Frowned for a second, feeling like irreparably offended by the fact that his girlfriend preferred playing football to him, then waved his hand and smiled again. "Anyway, what brings you here?"
"Alberto." Stevan clenched his fists and took a deep breath, trying not to burst into tears again as he had for most of the night. "He's gone."
"Look, I do not know what you have said Bojan," Cesc nervously scratched the tip of the nose. "But - well, I've just been with my girlfriend, I do not think the case of - well, anything, but give me a bit 'of time, mh,

recover?" "But that - "Stevan blushed furiously, waving his hands. "Cesc, I do not want to have sex with you. I have come to ask you - advice, like. " Cesc raised his eyebrows, letting out a nervous smile, before placing a hand on his knee; Stevan lowered his face, nervously wiping her tears.
'Oh, this is easier. "She whispered in English, continuing to gently caress the knee. "Why did you come to me? Does anyone tells me again that they are not cut out to think. "
I do not know." Stevan shrugged his shoulders, trying to hold back sobs. "I think - In the end, you and your girlfriend was a long time away, no?" The young man took one more breath deep, the first to raise his eyes. "How?"
"To have a girlfriend at a distance?" Cesc opened his eyes, puzzled, and Stevan rushed to shake his head.
"To be alone."
Cesc remained motionless for a second, stroking his beard and squinting to follow a thought clearly more important than another; Stevan stared at him all the time - even remembering the words of the evening Adrian earlier, when he interrupted his clumsy attempt to kiss him, casually, or rather too empty to be able to articulate a coherent set of thoughts, Stevan wondered whether to go with someone else, it was for one night or for life, could give him the same feeling that Albert could only looking forward to undressing and stripping

for him, every time.
"Look, I do not know what to tell you." Sighed Cesc, distracting him from his thoughts. "I mean, between me and Giorgia is different. We do not spend much time together, but - well, we'll get married. When she has finished the university. "The boy smiled at these words, and Stevan politely averted gaze. "So it's a different thing, none of us have abandoned the other."
Stevan just chuckled.
"Very comforting." He sighed to himself, tilting his head slightly. Cesc smiled, touched, sliding next to him and hugging him from behind, resting his forehead against his back.
"I'm sorry that you can not help." She whispered, sincerely sorry, Stevan and let out a long sigh, leaving only shake - and it did not matter that it was Cesc, no matter that it was Albert, because the important, that time, it was just let tighten, close your eyes and pretend that everything goes well, they were other arms and another heat against his back and rose to another hand brushes her hair from her neck and then posarvi an affectionate kiss. The boy walked away imperceptibly, and Cesc smiled slightly, turning gently to rest his forehead on his back.
"You have to be really in love with him, right?" She giggled, swaying gently rocking slightly, and only nodded Stevan. "Even now that is gone -"
"I'm sorry to disturb, but there is someone who wants to see Stevan."
Gerard appeared without even knocking, opening the door suddenly and startled by both, gave her a quizzical look from Cesc arms around the shoulders of Stevan, and both boys laughed, moving away from each other. Gerard smiled, ruffling the hair of both, before moving his arm around the shoulders of Stevan and accompany him to the door jamb arrived, the boy turned, articulating a silent "Thank

. Cesc nodded, understanding, waving his hand in greeting before you attach the phone and groped to explain to his angry girlfriend why he had not responded to any of the previous two calls.
Outside the trailer waiting for him two figures, side by side. Despite Stevan had hoped it would be someone else, when they began to fire, however, realized that they were the two people who probably need to see, at that time.
"Richard!" Threw her arms around my neck, bursting into tears and buried his face against his chest, humming something undefined while his friend clutched his arms around behind with a little smile, hugging him gently. "What are you doing here?"
Giampaolo looked around, wrinkling her nose and staring with a certain diffidence and Adrian Bojan, intent to follow this conversation a few feet away, being careful to stay well away.
"I called Alberto this morning and told me he needed a hand." Sighed the man, pinning him to come back to look at Richard and Stevan and raising his eyes, probably wondering who's had done to the madness . "And rightly Richard wanted to be running without even asking their opinion."
"Stop breaking, Giampi," Richard glanced's irritated, tightening the grip more firmly around the shoulders of Stevan, who let out another sob, more violent than the previous ones, as if only now, with people in probably the most trusted after Alberto, had the courage to completely let go of the pain, without any brakes. "I do not see the child, here, is obviously wrong?"
"Yes, yes, you know." Giampaolo sighed, gently stroking her hair. "Where is Alberto, by the way? We could not find it. "
Stevan bit her lip, trying to calm down enough to put the words in a row. "Him -" she hesitated for a second, meditating on a lie. Alberto no one had told them, so why would he do it? She shook her head immediately after this thought, without the courage to do so, probably, a lie would do more harm to the truth. "He is gone." Giampaolo stood for a moment in silence, eyes wide open shot. Then, suddenly began to scream.
"... I'll kill him." Took a deep breath, trying to calm down - and not succeeding at all. "What the fuck are you doing to make us run around to solve his cock because he clearly has to go around doing whatever, but -" he finished, continuing to raise their voices until Cesc also not appeared, perplexed.
"Do you want calm, Giampaolo, damn it!" Even Richard screamed, placing her hands on the ears of Stevan and shaking his head, irritated. "Will you stop putting on a show?"
"No, quiet, never mind." Stevan muttered, shaking his head and turn away a couple of steps, to be able to face both. "No matter who you care, I know you do not like to Giampaolo be here." He smiled weakly, clutching her arms around his body to protect itself, just screwing up his eyes. "I - I can get by."
Richard shook his head, returning to tighten it.

"I think not, little one." He smiled with affection, restarting the hair on the forehead because it does not end up on the eyes, with a delicacy all its own that Stevan was incredibly comforting. "You now you move with us at least for today, and do not want to hear stories."

"Tomorrow I have a show, Richard." Stevan shook his head, against stringendoglisi and burying her face against his chest. "I must stay here."
"Then we are too." Giampaolo tried to sketch out a vague protest, whistling a But -
"highly offended, but Stevan forestalled him, raising both hands and smiled more convinced .
"I do not need it, I swear." Breathed deeply, closing eyes before continuing to talk, looking for a courage, a strength in himself that he did not know you had. Perhaps, after all, was still able to go it alone. "I'll be fine." Stevan prayed that those words were the truth.
Alberto appeared completely out of nowhere, unexpected, and Stevan had begun preparing for the show, Caesar and Siniša were incredibly understanding, when it had been slightly modify the program so that he could perform alone, and had even convinced Stevan in his head that he could be an opportunity. A chance for what, he did not know. Only one occasion. Alberto
entered the room silently, without knocking, accompanied only by the squeak of the hinges and light thud of the door against the frame of the trailer, the swish of his coat against the chair as if he slipped and the familiar rhythm of her breathing accelerated after the race to get done on time. Stevan stared at him with wide eyes, trying to understand. It was not wrong, it was just ...

unexpected. It was something that perhaps was not ready to contend.
"What are you doing here?" Alberto did not answer, just continued to get ready, finishing off his jeans and polo he wore to go to the costumes and makeup light. He kept looking down, not focused on anything that was not what he held in hand, without even crossing the mirror the eyes of Stevan, motionless behind him with his arms crossed against his chest. After another moment of silence - too thick too painful too
silent - Stevan snorted loudly.
"Alberto, I told you -" he continued, with a hint of bitterness too much to color the voice, and visibly jumped when Albert turned suddenly towards him.
"We have a show. I do not do things by halves, I will. "Said the man, laconically, before turning back; Stevan clenched his fists, trying to control the anger that those words had provoked in him. There was, after days of hell in the past, not get anything unless a detailed explanation of his behavior - and, mainly, though not admitted even to himself,

needed to hear again the voice of Alberto. To touch his skin, even if only for the short time it takes to grab the shoulder and forcing him to turn back to him. To enjoy his astonished expression, before swallowing it all and resume talking.
"If it's for the show, you could stay wherever you were in the past two days." Stevan clenched his fists, raising his voice a few shades, letting the anger built up with the pain trasparisse by every word. "I did not need you." Alberto
sighed, leaning on the table behind him and once again avoiding his gaze, looking excessively guilty Stevan took another step forward, resolute, grabbing her chin and forcing him to face him. "That's not why I came back, Stevan," every single word the man blew directly on her skin, with such sincerity by Stevan disconcerting. The Montenegrin dropped his arms to his sides, staggering back slightly. 'And you know it. "" I need to hear. Alberto. "She whispered, lowering her time to face a cascade of curls that falls to protect him - he felt fragile, exposed,

only. It was not a good feeling. "I can not -"
Alberto took a step forward, hesitated, without stretching your arms and shook his shoulders as he wanted to do, Stevan was afraid that he could withdraw, and this would have probably destroyed any residual force that had brought him there.
"I'm back." Assured him instead and let slip the words to comfort Stevan more than he could do now with any gesture. His eyes - full of surprise, almost afraid to understand the scope of what Albert was saying, of what those words really meant - was enough to give him the momentum to continue talking. "And I'm

back to you. "
Stevan hardly let him finish his speech, instantly erasing the distance between them and throwing her arms around his neck, hiding yet another hiccup against his chest and letting tighten, rocked by the feeling irrationally so nice to have him back again to himself. " I love you.
"she sobbed, trying to kiss her lips wet and confused, resting his forehead against his and laughing weakly in a desperate attempt to catch his breath. "Do not - do not disappear anymore, please."
Alberto did not answer, sketching only a slight smile as he rocked gently against him - so different from the last smile he had seen in his face, Stevan touched him lightly with your fingertips before you lean over to kiss him, smiling against his lips and leaning his forehead against hers, and catch their breath just watching her go slowly Alberto. Go back to being his world.
"Stevan, ten - Oh." Adrian raised an eyebrow, going in and fixing them, amazed. After a moment, Alberto moved away slightly from Stevan, continuing to shake his hand as a reminder that, despite everything, he was his. "Em> You're back. \u0026lt;/ Em> '
" So it seems. "Alberto shrugged, team with a pinch of curiosity, trying to figure out, shook his head after a second, returning to attract Stevan him to rest his lips against her forehead, gently.
"M-mh." Adrian slightly raised his eyes, shaking his head in turn. "Anyway, Stevan, ten minutes and it's up to you."
"Thanks." Stevan smiled gently, just blushing and bowing his head. "I'm coming."
Adrian nodded, satisfied, turned to exit, he turned in the doorway, staring hard into his eyes Alberto.
"Remember what I said a few days ago about the fact that you've changed?" Expectations that the other had nodded before continuing to speak, a stern note in his voice. "Do it again and you vedertela with me."
Alberto nodded, slowly.
"I have no intention of leaving again, Adrian, if that's bothering you." Reassured him, smiling and strengthening the close on the hand by Stevan; Adrian smiled for the first time, reassured.
"
Seven minutes.
muttered, clutching her jacket around the body before leaving.


Look, Albi.
Stevan closed his eyes, taking another step on the rope, holding his breath, and could clearly hear the audience hold their breath, and for a moment he seemed to hear only the beating of his heart and the deep roar of his blood in ears, while he held his breath, by doing a little pirouette on the edge and just before waving to find a stable equilibrium point. He just another step before you make a second and then a third, his eyes closed a bit 'out of fear and a bit' for the feeling of freedom

he had heard, in those few seconds when placed again foot on the platform, including the thunderous applause of the audience, her cheeks flushed and short of breath.
Alberto was on him even before he put both feet on the ground, walked around a few times, quickly checking that there were no obvious damage. Completion of the inspection - and decided that, obviously, because he was good he could let them hurt him - the solemn dealt a slap, before cuddling with a bit of excess heat.
"You promised." Hissed, worried. "You're irresponsible."
"I had my fingers crossed." Stevan laughed, breathless, before posargli a kiss on the cheek. "Anyway it was fine, no?" "But he could -" Albert paused, remembering that despite all were in public. With a stereotyped smile, Stevan grabbed her hand and forced him to kneel in the midst of applause and boos fun before the big lug to conclude his lecture. "You are

completely crazy. "Hissed, shaking him by the shoulders, between the laughter of those who were around them and hurried to find another job when Alberto spun around, a flash of irritation in his eyes, satisfied, returned to pin the eye on the wide smile of Stevan, his expression softening. "What are you thinking?" "It was my gift to you." Whispered the boy, brushing his cheek with your fingers, gently. "A sort of homecoming, if you will." Alberto suddenly fell silent, letting Stevan continued to stroke his face, almost in disbelief, grateful for that single gesture. Pressed him against, buried his face in his hair, and hold back her tears of relief to know that warm that they do not deserve.
"Come with me." She whispered, her fingers intertwined with hers, and gently pull it out into a jog, had begun to rain, a light but persistent drizzle, but neither seemed to notice. Alberto just recorded, almost laughing, that the small drops of rain were entangled in the hair of Stevan, and stood laughing to touch his lips, sinking back to the nose of his locks - it smells good, home, shampoo which had spent three years together to buy and that he had adapted to use, after endless quarrels. Alberto
pressed him against as if he had to lose at any moment, leaving his hand even for a second, all the way from the tent to their caravans, as if mere contact would only stop that too , something that none of them could bear. It was as if those two days of separation were, for both, an eternity, almost another life was almost like starting all over again, trying to take new measures and new directions to go together, not to lose it

. Stevan
reached out to turn the light on, smiling, but Alberto stopped him, shaking his wrist.
"I just feel . "He explained, in a whisper, lifting his hand and holding it to his lips to kiss slowly, breathing in the scent of her skin up, and Stevan blushed, nodding and tie his arms around his neck, placing his ear against his chest to let comforted by the steady beat of his heart. Stevan
not believe you deserve that smile, while Alberto kissed him and pushes him back slowly, until they both fall on the bed and had a smile that he never saw his face, a smile so intimate and full of love to do almost evil, to the point that Stevan had to close his eyes for a moment, choking with emotion node rose to shake his throat, and then reach out and tap timidly her lips, redesigning the smile on his face with light pressure from your fingers. Struggled to hold back a smile the same, burying her face against his shoulder and returning to breathe its perfume, slowly calming down.
Alberto's hands slid gently on her hips, moving just because their bodies fit together perfectly, skin against skin as he bent to kiss the tattoo once again, going with the tips of his fingers before kissing him again, with a calm he would never have believed it possible, at that time. "Stevan." Alberto is just lifted from his lips, looking into his eyes for a moment he seemed to be drowning in all the nuances of that look - for a moment thought of when he was believed to have lost when he ran away to avoid having to deal with that sense of loss, and shook his head to erase that image and replace it with Stevan's face reddened in the shadows , her lips slightly parted and finished undressing him, touch shaking and almost in disbelief as he prepared to do the same, gently stroking her skin, finding the same signs that he knew, the same scars, the same muscles rippling under his skin hot. "Em> I love you. \u0026lt;/ Em> 'breathed, leaning his forehead against his and squinting. Alberto went inside him, slowly, and Stevan found himself gasping suddenly, his eyes narrowed to not miss the tears - and realizing you have failed only when the lips of Alberto rested to kiss away the tears scivolatagli along the cheek, gently. He closed his eyes, supporting its movements, and continuing to seek his lips for another kiss and another and another, and both quickly reached its climax.

"Her name is Geneva." "Mh?" Stevan slightly opened eyes, staring with his head tilted in the twilight, sleepy expression on his face. "What did you say?" Alberto took a deep breath before continuing, playing with his fingers without the courage to face him.
"My - my daughter is named Ginevra." He explained, leaning over to kiss the palm of Stevan left on the pillow next to her face, Stevan nodded slightly, rising to sit down and clutching the sheet to her chest.
"If you decide to return to Florence," he began, slowly, holding his face bent down. "I will not tell you anything."
"Stevan," Albert rose slightly, kissing him gently and smiling against his skin in the forehead rest against hers. "I'm not going to stay here."
"I mean, is -
what?
"the boy's eyes widened, and bouncing back immediately to fix it in his eyes, as if looking for some sign of lying. "Do not stay here?"
"That's what I just said." Albert laughed, returning to relax and Stevan He motions to achieve it. The boy laid his head on his chest, uncertain, leaving surrounding immediately from his arms in a tight family. "It's not my place, this."
Stevan asked no other - a bit 'because the explanations do not interest him at the time, and a little' because it was clear that Albert did not want to talk about it. There was a time to do it, of course, a time to throw in everything and decide what to do, but that was not. Stevan smiled against her skin, just grateful that most of the time it was granted together with Alberto, the caress of losing their curls.
"Stevan?"
"Mh?" For the second time in the evening, Stevan found himself trying to understand what was happening in the world around him while he wanted only sleep, exhausted as he was. "What -"
"I have a thing for you." Whispered Albert, taking her hand in hers with a reverence almost too much, as it were something infinitely precious - and again that smile on his lips, so sensitive and concerned about almost afraid to make the point that Stevan was forced to divert the gaze not to blush. Look which immediately brought up Alberto, feeling something cold slipping around your finger - and recognize him, the ring, recognized it and could not hold back the tears, once again, in front of the "Forever
" he thought he had lost and that instead, perhaps he could continue to exist - for him,
for them.
"I love you so much . "she sobbed, clutching to his chest to find Alberto and stringersela against his hand, kissing her and continued to cry - of relief, fear of the previous days, the joy of getting it back. Albert laughed, softly, kissing him again - and looking surprised when Stevan slid a ring on her finger the same, opening her mouth just before you close it and smile, just a kiss on the forehead in the lightest of caresses.
"
Sleep.
"she whispered against his skin, and Stevan closed his eyes, turning on his side and immediately notify the breast Alberto against his back, while his arms wrapped around him, the man gently rested her forehead on her hair, murmured a kiss goodnight and body. Stevan
closed his eyes, smiling, he knew, irrationally, that when the next morning he would wake up, this time Alberto was still there.