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! Fanfic: Sail your sea, meet your storm. (1 / 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. (
fiumidiparole
)
Notes: Participant

bigbangitalia \\ O \\ and for this gift from innocence8
of this wonderful fanmix / O /

This story is completely and dramatically dedicated to

janetmourfaaill
. In fact, it would never, ever have existed if, one evening, which was June? July? me and her we had not made delirious by SMS and build step by step and this verse was never finished if I had not had to take her to see her die in the lobby of a hotel receptionist with the only company with the disturbing a strange sense of the three hundred meters. It is a verse that was great writing, so thank you very much, Jan, and not just for this, you know. * SAIL YOUR SEA STORM MEET YOUR - all I want is to be your harbor -
"You must be the two new ones." Gerard smiled, holding out his hand and immediately surround the shoulders of the two newcomers, standing in the opening of the tent, intent to shop around with air extremely frightened. The youngest - a boy of twenty years, yes and no, with hair that would have the joy of any hair - smiled in response, with a reassuring pat playful as an adult, much more so annoyed by that warm welcome. "Albert and Stevan." Said the boy, still smiling. "And yes, we are the new ones. Who we are pleased ...?» Gerard laughed, handing hand to both the ferry and the bleachers of the spectators, now empty, making them sit up and taking place before them. "I'm Gerard." Said smugly, while around them no sign of abating. "But you can also call me Geri. Montse Or if you prefer. It's my stage name. "He continued, for the benefit of both sides concerned. "Anyway," the boy smiled an amused twinkle in his eyes clear. "I am also your guide, among other things." "Our ... driving? "Albert laughed weakly, strange, and Gerard returned to laugh - looked like a boy than a man, and was surprised Stevan to wonder how many years might have. A shrug, he decided it was not, however, a particular relevance. "You know the place, no?" He explained, with an air of immense importance, as if he had been assigned a task, without which all humanity would have been doomed to decay more complete. "And people, I mean, we are many and we are crazy, you clearly need someone to tell you how things go." "It does not sound very reassuring, to say the truth." Gerard laughed again, shrugging his shoulders . "Well, actually I have nothing to do and I was bored, when you came." Alberto wrinkled her nose, irritated, but the Spaniard seemed not to notice, immediately getting up and moving away quickly toward the exit of the tent. Realizing after a moment of confusion that the two had not moved to follow him, went back to the same race. "Well, you're going to stay there or properties you plan to follow?" Alberto made to replicate something about where he would go for the comedy, but Stevan warned him, laughing and closing the mouth with a kiss before grabbing the hand and drag him away in a chorus of grumbling ill-kept. Gerard nodded, approaching the first group of eccentric characters who came to meet them. "They are Jose and Zlatan." He explained, pointing to a gypsy dress veils of color and a man beside him, whose clothes, though not reaching the eccentricity of those of his partner, they were still colorful enough to make it look like their den a tropical forest. "I work with them." He continued, bending his head with an affectionate grin. "And they are Pep and Boji - among other things, Ste, I think you're almost the same age and Bojan. However, "snapped the English language, amused. "There was something between a half and Pep Jose, then there was something between a half-Pep, José and Zlatan and then just as well, if you would like to know." "We did not want, thank you." Snorted Albert, doing Stevan laughing, shaking with the nonchalant air Hand, Gerard continued to drag them around, undaunted. "What are they doing?" Stevan's eyes widened, looking at his clothes and Zlatan José. "You also get dressed like that?" Gerard laughed at the same time when Alberto snorted, annoyed. "Zlatan reads the ball and makes little magic, José reads the papers." He explained, gently. "Pep instead is a knife thrower and his target is Boji. And to answer your question, little one, "he concluded, with an affectionate pat. "Yes, more or less well I dress like that." Stevan's eyes lit up when the boy was hung momentum of Gerard's neck. "Do you think that we too can dress like this, Albi? "Then he laughed, and Alberto snorted again.
"Of course, if you fall and break something." Moaned in response, taking his hand and away from Gerard. "Let's clarify one thing, Montse
," he growled, turning to the latter, emphasizing the nickname women who had self-assigned. "Hands down by Stevan." "Stop." Scolded the boy, pulling his hand from his grasp, but Gerard did not seem to take it the same; patted on the shoulder of Albert, had not even been a longtime friend and laughed. "Rest assured, from this point of view." reassured him with a friendly smile. "I have half a thing with Zlatan, if you could confirm. José hates me, in fact. "Notes with a chuckle. "Anyway, there is also other people who I have not yet submitted." "A troiaio, in fact." Ascertained Albert, raising his eyes to heaven and returning - just in case - Stevan's hand in his. "Ste, but where did you bring me?" The boy replied, making his tongue and snapped a kiss on the lips, laughing, before chasing that Gerard, although they were left behind, he continued to speak. "They are Bastian and Lukas, our clown." Gerard addressed to them a greeting, and as she raised her hand to answer Bastian, Lukas took the opportunity to pull the rug under his feet and sent him tumbling to the ground. "They're always so, yes. And he's Marko, the juggler. A weird, if you ask me. "" It seems to me that no one is normal, there is no question of a juggler in a more or less. "Said Albert, with a funereal air, and took advantage of Stevan Gerard moment of distraction to trim his companion a nudge in the ribs, shooting a look of exasperation at the same time fun. "Those two are Fernando and Sergio. Fernando is the guy with blond hair that looks like a girl of twelve years. " Geri continued, paying no attention to what was happening behind him - which only reserved a giggle with delight when Alberto Stevan grabbed my arm and pressed him against, worried by all the people that was slowly gathering around them. "Sergio is the other, what is singing. He washes the elephants. "He paused, collecting his thoughts, and then burst out laughing. "And the sheep, let's not forget the sheep." "Sheep?" Gerard did not hide a laugh, pointing to a sheep burning quietly in a corner of the tent not far from them. "Oh, but I have not yet submitted Carles. He trains the sheep. "He explained, enjoyed it immensely shocked by the expression of both. "...
Sheep."
"Sheep." Confirmed, holding yet another giggle in his teeth, and waved a hand distractedly. "He says that lions train them all, he wants to stand out." He went on, recovering to move quickly and forcing the two to follow him quickly, before it disappeared around the corner. "Always among the trainers there Titi, which looks like the best friend of Bojan -" Gerard feigned a slight embarrassment, before continuing. "Yeah, I mean, he charms the snakes. I'm not going to say that Snake seems to have enchanted Bojan - »" We do not care,

thanks. "muttered Albert, reinforcing the close Stevan's arm, which looked at the sky wondering what blessed reason it should be so jealous of someone I knew, yes and no face, Gerard continued, undaunted. "He is -" he began, pointing to a man sitting on the ground to control a raft of weights of various sizes, some so massive as to seem impossible, Stevan, that anyone could lift them; Albert interrupted him suddenly, eyes wide and letting go of my hand blow to Stevan.
" Adrian

." She whispered, amazed, and that is Stevan Gerard turned in his direction.
"Yes," agreed English, tilting her head curiously. "You know him?"
"No," he hastened to say, Stevan, at the same time as Albert said, "Yes."
"We worked together for a while, in Parma." Hastened to explain, taking up almost too much to walk with fury.
"I do not you ever spoken." Stevan frowned, toes and staring resolutely in the face. Alberto
shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
"I should have?" He asked, incredulous, amused, bursting into a laugh. "You've never talked about your friends in Montenegro." Retorted at last, with a modicum of satisfaction seeing the confusion in the eyes of boy.
"For the simple reason that I came just in Italy, Alberto." Stevan blushed, pulling her arm and trying to drag him away as quickly as possible, muttering to himself rambling words in Serbian, for the fun of Alberto. "What do you think - '
" Listen, I know that you and all your marital problems, "Gerard scratched his nose, completely ignoring the murderous past lightning fast in the eyes of Albert, in front of which many would have recoiled at least a couple of steps. 'And I swear, I would normally look here to discuss and focus on who will win. But we have to complete a ride, remember? "
" Geri - " Stevan tried to argue, by Alberto holding rail against Gerard, but the Spaniard did not pay either case, continuing to shake hands and laughing merrily as she continued to walk, to the two, after a quick look puzzled, there remained nothing to do but follow running. "He is a Christian. He does - not know, I do not know mica, but I do not even know him. But going around dressed as a courtesan and enamel black feet and seems to believe the star of the circus. "Gerard shrugged his shoulders as the man who had shown them continued to scream that you want hotter water, pillows, softer and a warmer sun for sunbathing. "That thing
dressed in silver sequins holding in her arms is her son, Christian Jr.. Since his father is basically useless, we use him as cannon ball. "
Alberto stops suddenly, giving a hand to pull even in its narrow Stevan.
"Use a ...

a child. "He stammered, turning pale, and Gerard is still gripped his shoulders.
"Oh, but he has fun." Grinned, amused by their very words - Alberto, by contrast, continued to watch the baby silver dress with the air of someone who has just been told that the sun revolves around the land and not vice versa. "And women like. And Ricky. "
" Ricky? "
" Ricardo. " Gerard pointed to a second man, intent on Cris Jr. parade in the arms of her father with controversy and concern. "It's like the nanny to the little boy, and in his spare time ago the tickets and keep accounts, is the only one who wants to break the fan." Paused a second, thought, then nodded and spoke again. "However, it is a good person."
"And the other?" Stevan cocked his head, confused, pointing discreetly third shady characters intervened to try to remove Cris Jr. is the father's hand from those that of Ricardo. "Who?"
"If you say that big, fat and balding, Stevan, he's Wayne, our eaters." Gerard said, continuing to talk and walk at the same time. 'The problem with Wayne is that with that face scares us all children. Only Cris Jr. does not seem to be afraid, and Wayne likes him as a father, which, if you look at Christian, "the Spaniard laughed heartily, referring to what was obviously a joke that went between the experts. 'Is not even a possibility completely negligible. "
" Stevan, the next time you have an idea like that - "began Alberto, slowly, but the cheerful trill of Gerard interrupted him before he could finish the list of those curses that would have thrown him if he still had the idea of bringing in a cage of lunatics like they were just left to hunt.
"He's Cesc, our bearded lady." Informed them English, blithely ignoring the tragedy that was wasting away behind him - Stevan suddenly stopped taking Albert to pinching in the belly to take a glance at the figure that Gerard had indicated and that if he had completely lost all mental faculties, it was obviously male
. '...

woman? "He stammered, confused, as they approached the boy sat dozing in the sun. Gerard nodded.
"Woman." Laughed, pulling a schicchera Cesc's ear just for the sake of seeing him jump, muttering something and go to sleep on the other side. "First he tried as a bearded man, but we find that no one was interested, so every night you wear a wig, a dress with a fake bra and make-up." Shook his head incredulously, and for a time toyed with the idea Alberto to inform him that her costumes should not be more masculine if they resembled those of Zlatan and José. "You should see the success that collects, among other things, crazy things."
"He is -" Gerard continued, undaunted, and this time it was Stevan interrupting him, stepping back and watching with bright eyes, the little figure suspended on the wire above them.
"
Leo Messi
. 'She whispered, and neither Albert nor Gerard could restrain a laugh at the tone with which he had spoken adoringly.
"Something tells me that he know him, right?" Gerard chuckled, and Stevan was profuse in a frantic nod.
"He is - I mean, for us to do the same thing is kind - boh, I do not know, a god on earth or something like that." Stevan clung to Alberto's sleeve, pulling her repeatedly until her boyfriend not looked down on him, affectionate, and encircled her shoulders with one arm, if only to prevent it from bouncing like a twelve year old to get in front of his idol. "Alberto, I mean, look at - It seems that dancing

'. Alberto looked up at the sky with a touch of affectionate exasperation, her locks and turning to Gerard. "Stevan is a great admirer of hers, as you can see." Said, sarcastically, and the Spaniard nodded, laughing, and then two figures indicating their intent to enter the tent and examine the equipment and whispering to each other.
"He was Caesar, the owner of the cabin, but I guess you know it." He explained in a tone that implied all the respect that could prove to humans. "The other is Siniša, his second." Gerard paused for a moment, considering whether to speak or not, and then continue to talk with a laugh. "It seems I have a - "
Alberto looked up at the sky, interrupting air exasperated. "Half a Caesar thing, I guess." Said, waving a hand vaguely, and Gerard laughed and shook his head. "... really having an affair with Adrian," threw there, almost casually, and Stevan grinned triumphantly while Albert opens his mouth, unable to contain the surprise. "But no matter, nothing excludes that has even Caesar." Geri shrugged and continued to laugh even more surprised to Alberto increased as he continued to speak. "Here we do not all these problems of jealousy, in principle."
"But there is someone who is Bait, here? "Albert passed his hand over his forehead, no surprise to hear the cold sweat on their skin. It would have been a tough year, that was clear. "Or, say, is an unwritten rule that serves to join this circus to be gay?"
"It could be watching you two." Gerard grinned and blushed while Alberto Stevan lets out an embarrassed chuckle, closely intertwined with his fingers and smiled discreetly. "Anyway, no, we are all going well with women, at regular intervals. Anyway, there is Cesc. More or less. "
Alberto raised an eyebrow, without being able to clearly understand how a guy who spent his evenings pass himself off as a woman could be a sign of heterosexuality, and Gerard laughed.
"I mean, Cesc is the only woman who is a permanent member, his girlfriend with a presentation to parents and a promise of marriage with all the trappings. Only that, "he explained, approaching them and lowering his voice, which took on a conspiratorial tone that could only exacerbate increasingly Albert, who at this point just want to squeeze into a day bed, and possibly discover that everything had been a dream and that Baker was a quiet a quiet provincial town. "You're not
our
, is outside. An Italian. " continued, as if the nationality was a factor of particular relevance in a position to forgo the madness of the rest of the speech. "So we see very little, and the rest of the time -"
"
not!
"Albert threw up his hands, simulating a gesture of surrender, with a genuine note of panic in the voice so that Gerard could not refrain from stretching a few packages on the shoulder. "I do not want to know, I have a headache."
"The first time is the same for everybody." Assured him English, fumbled in his pocket and drawing a blister very wrinkled from the long stay. "Aspirin?"
"No, thank you." Albert shook his head wearily. "We have finished or is there some other bunch of crazy that you introduce, Montse
? " Um, not really. "Gerard smiled, giving them a last trailer. "That's yours, right?"
Stevan nodded, clutching my hand with more conviction of Albert and jabbering some greetings from both and dragged him away, Gerard he just throw something on meals there, but both decided that they would have to worry about later.
Albert threw himself on the bed still unmade from the previous evening with an overly dramatic sigh, covering his eyes with his arm and moaning something incomprehensible, and when he realized that no Stevan Member was paying attention, let out a disappointed groan and sat up, managing to catch a flash of that bathroom door was closed behind him. "You took me into a hole crazy." Ascertained, and joined him inside the bathroom of a laugh Stevan, covered loosely by the splashing of water in the small sink, the guy came out moments later, changed to sleep, and crouched at his side. "You're a whining, Alberto." Moaned, resting her head on his shoulder with a moan tired, and be embraced by placing a few kisses on the neck of Albert absently. Alberto
traced with the fingertips on the side of the tattoo Stevan, bending down to gently kiss the spot where the A and S came together and had protested the day when Stevan had returned home after having done so without saying anything, but now, every time he saw their initials -
their
- indelibly imprinted on his skin, he could not really complain.
"I love you." She whispered, retreating down the purple shirt that the boy was wearing as pajamas. "And it's nice to be here, although obviously you took me in a madhouse gay."
Stevan nodded and snuggled against his chest with a meow satisfied before falling asleep suddenly.

* "You're late." Muttered Albert, when Stevan joined him, nervously tapping his fingers on his forearm, in response, the boy laughed.
"Sergio sings beautiful songs, Geri was right." Justified himself, stretching to kiss his nose. "English, I think. I do not understand very well. " Alberto raised an eyebrow in surprise. "We spent a lot of time, I noticed." Pointed out, with a tinge of jealousy in his voice that made her laugh genuinely Stevan as he bustled about, preparing for a quick workout.
"Sergio is adorable, a bit 'crazy as the rest of the gang, but lovely." Mocked the boy, ride around him to the point that Albert was forced to turn around continuously for not losing sight of him as he spoke, only when he sat down for a second, applying a few patches in places where his fingers were slightly scratched, Alberto could also breathe a sigh of relief. "I was stroking a lion, the other day, you know?" Stevan continued, chuckling, visibly pleased. "Often there is Fernando, though. They are cute together, do not you think? "
" Are you going to put on a brothel? "Albert laughed, kissing sweetly pouting child who had put up after his words.
"Stop fool," snapped Stevan, more amused than irritated by words, although he continued to sulk. 'Or it ends up that I leave. "' A-ha." Albert laughed again, his arm around his waist and pressing against it. "You could not live without me." "There is also the first to meet you, you know," said Stevan, slapping him on the thigh before laughing with him and abandoning him in his embrace, laid her cheek against his shoulder, closing his eyes and leaving her lips arching in a confident smile. "I do not think I would succeed without you."
"You contradict in three words, you are an impossibility, Stevan."
The boy frowned, puzzled. "But you see, one tries to make a serious talk -" he complained loudly, beating his fists on the chest of Albert without the real intention of doing harm. "And then find some asshole like you and you want to spend, really." Alberto laughed again - Stevan still remembered the first time when they first met, those in which Albert did not laugh almost ever, as if they felt they deserve it, it was nice, now, see it more often with a smile - and grabbed her wrists, putting an end to their repeated attempts to strike him once more and pulling against itself.
"And look, I even use violence, but I -" to protest this further, Alberto rolled his eyes and kissed him, being so close to him from touching her skin with his lips with every word.
"We need to practice." Rebuked him, though his smile completely belied any claim to seriousness, and Stevan were permitted to remain tight in his arms a little ', his head resting on his chest and his cheeks colored in a flush delicate. "Stevan?"
"Yes, yes, we need to practice." The boy rolled his eyes, puffing out his cheeks in a way that Albert found terribly sweet in his attempt to kiss him, Stevan made a couple of steps back, making him the tongue with a little smile before starting to climb.
Try to make movements that resemble at least in part to those of Leo Messi was always the cue ball to Stevan, actually, since he had seen for the first time, but for one reason or another - or mainly out of concern that Alberto could be irreparably harm in trying to do anything too hard for his skills - he had always put off, by simply running the same exercises performed for a lifetime. That day, resting his foot on the rope, he realized that not going to make it to postpone again, Alberto was looking away, talking with someone outside his visual range, and his heart pounding in my chest with such force as to make him afraid.
He had the same grace of Leo, said the first steps, a little 'numb, but all in all could have been passable - it was,

true? Probably it was thought, and accompanied by frenzied stifled a curse to Albert, who had finally looked up at him, to make him lose concentration for a moment and let it fall, Stevan felt lacking the support underfoot and, for a moment, let himself embrace the air during the fall, before bouncing a couple of times on network security. Stevan
stood staring at the rope above him, arms crossed over his chest, with a look of extreme disappointment for a couple of minutes, before getting up and rolling in the wrong way down from the safety net, moaning in pain when his right leg touched the ground without any resistance and he tumbles into the arms of Albert. "It's all right '. Tried to protest, when Albert of weight lifted and sat down, looking concerned about his right knee. A groan escaped his lips when he tried to get up, putting on weight. "Ok, no, everything is fine, but it's nothing serious. I swear, I just picked up a knock. "" Stevan, look into my eyes. "Alberto took him by the shoulders, firmly, shaking it gently until Stevan did not look up, meekly. "Swear not tried anything like that ever again. In the evenings we have the network, and you know it. "Paused for a second, but his expression softened by true affection. "I do not want - you scared me. Too

. "He concluded, stringendoselo against up to take away your breath and feel that yes, he was fine and yes, he was always . Stevan
not answer, merely to remain tight against his chest, breathing plan until suddenly he felt the tension leave your shoulders Alberto; only then ventured to look at his face, trailing his fingertips to his lips again tight in a grimace of disappointment. "You have sworn." he pointed out, Stevan and looked up at the sky, muttering something, with a great burst of imagination, could be interpreted as "I promise
" - Albert nodded, obviously relieved smile on his lips, gently stroking her hair. "Let's enough for today. You have to rest the knee, then return - "
" Oh, do not try. "Stevan laughed, rising to his feet and put her hands on her hips in a funny pose controversy. "I do not put myself into bed as if I were to die, do not go." Alberto frowned at these words, and the boy laughed before posargli a kiss on the corner of the lips. "I promised Adrian to keep him company. You know that is not a good time for him. " Alberto nodded, understanding, and escorted out of watching him with a pinch of concern to support the leg on the ground and continue to walk more or less peacefully. "Do not be late." Commended himself - probably in vain, as he realized after a moment, Stevan was too far away to hear a whisper as her. Shaking his head, returned to his exercises. The question of
Adrian came out so quickly that, after day, Stevan would have found myself wondering how things had really gone - as if they had discovered his trick of the weights of foam rubber, as they could not notice before, or how he had sent to look after animals, to the amusement of half of the circus and good peace of mind of Sergio, who had taken advantage of in more than two hands to carve out more time together with Fernando.
'Adi, he asked, resting his chin on his hands and watching him bustling around with a pout on his lips clear, easily climbed over a couple of hay presses and leg stretched out in front of him. "You did not think you leave it?" The
Romania remained silent, continuing to sweep the floor, and Stevan held his breath noisily, still remain almost apnea until Adria turned to him and sighed.
"Yes, I thought." Snorted, shaking his head and posing for a moment the broom, so it can be set freely in the eye. After a moment's hesitation he shrugged, smiling slightly. "But I'm not leaving, if that's bothering you."
Stevan smiled, raised a second remaining in the second to fix it.
"Why?" Let out, but realized after speaking those words, in fact, not interested in what was the answer. He had always been a disaster, with the farewells, and Adrian had become a friend extraordinarily fast, to its standards. He would stand to greet he, among many. "For the people." Adrian said, simply, turning back and returning to sweep away, accompanied by a chorus of giggles for those who passed away recently. "I could not turn our backs on ness -
almost none of you."
Stevan nodded again, most comfortable to wait until he had finished his work, Adrian tended to be silent, so to speak was only Stevan: the tell all those afternoons in which he had started to take his company, and Adrian was simply to listen, smiling occasionally and doing some questions, asking for clarification or raising objections. Without anyone being aware of them, had passed at least three hours.
'Noise? "Albert's voice startled them both, so that Stevan almost rolled off the press, which had climbed on hay, without waiting for an answer, Alberto quickly joined him, settling down beside her and put his arm around her shoulders. Adrian twisted nose, vaguely irritated.

"I had just finished." Burst, sweeping away the dust that Albert had brought with him. "It does not serve you control Stevan, I'm not a threat to his virtue."

"Even that would be physiologically complicated, I'm afraid." Albert laughed, ignoring the elbow bothered by Stevan, but laughed with him after a second . "How are you, Adi? "
" Ups and downs. "Romania's shrugged, finally putting down his broom and sitting in front of them, smiling slightly. "And this is definitely a low."
"The shit you made it." Retorted the Alberto, earning a football. "What, you have agreed to break something, you two?" He snapped, when Stevan's decision dealt a slap, the pulse stopped, amused, holding his hand caught between its own. "Look at these assholes, they spend a few days together and have an alliance -»
"Peace." Stevan blurted out, laughing and leaning forward to kiss him gently. "Adrian was talking about something serious?"
"Serious,

him?" Albert laughed, dazed, his lips brushing her temple with her and ignoring the irritated look. "What, exactly?"
"I was talking about how you know." Stevan said, with a slight smile, returning their gaze on Adrian, who took the opportunity to sneer and speak again.
"was telling him how you tried to take me to bed when we were in Parma." He sighed, letting the smile on her lips opened wider when Alberto blushed furiously, babbling something incomprehensible.
"And I was telling him I can understand why

you tried." Said Stevan, amused, offended, and the expression of amazement on the face of Albert was enough for both burst out laughing uncontrollably, so much so that Stevan had to cling to the arm Alberto not to tumble down.
"You're hopeless." Muttered Albert, blushing and repeatedly clearing his throat. "You have not changed, Adrian, you're still the same pain in the ass of Parma."
"You, however, if changed too much, my friend," scolded Adrian, with a healthy tinge of affection in the voice while gently stretched to brush the knee , Stevan gesture that led to wonder what had really happened between them, years before. "I almost did not recognize. But it is a good change, and I imagine that the boy is the cause. "
" I think so too. "Albert sighed, shaking hands and kissing at the same time against Stevan, removing any swirl with the tip of the nose. The boy closed his eyes, feeling at home, and, although he had always traveled since he was small - or perhaps because of it - was simply the best feeling ever.
"I'm sorry to abandon you," Adrian muttered suddenly, controlling the clock and getting up with a gesture of annoyance obvious. "But the Carles sheep have to eat. Sergio makes him a bath, though. "Pointed out, facing the void and disappear rapidly lowered Stevan the hand raised in salute, confused.
"But -" he began, uncertain, and Alberto laughed and reached out to remove some rows of hay from his hair.
"Yes, it's always been like that." Reassured him, helping him to get down and shaking his hand and slowly returned to their trailer. "He always had a habit of disappearing suddenly."
"Albi," the young man bit his lip, holding back for a moment the question that had risen to his lips, but the gentle smile of Alberto encouraged him to continue. "But between you and Adrian, Parma -" Caesar and Siniša joined them before Albert could answer, and both left by any skirmish, there was something that prevented Caesar physically
anyone to raise his voice, even now as they both waved gently, gently informing their conditions. Siniša disappeared after a second, probably directed to the area of the animals, and with a little laugh Stevan thought that sheep Carles would have dinner late, probably.
"They told me that I've tried, Alberto." He began, Caesar, quietly, and Alberto nodded vigorously.
"I wanted to know if we can go to town." He asked, cautiously. "I would like to return to Florence." Caesar was puzzled for a moment before nodding with a smile and rests a comforting hand on her shoulder gently. "Sure you can." Reassured him, smiling politely even Stevan and stroking his hair gently, almost like a proud father. "If they are not intrusive, because ...?» " I have friends in Florence. "Said Albert, lighting. "And then - yes, well, I just wanted to know if we can go to town." Stevan expected that Caesar had been removed, before addressing him.
"You want to go by Giampaolo and Richard?" She whispered, amused. "Why?"
"Why will soon be three years, you fool." Albert laughed, pulling him in a hug. "And if there is someone that I want to celebrate, as they are." Stevan laughed with him, burying her face against his neck. 'Alberto Gilardino. "Ruled, giggling and just pop a kiss on the cheek. "You're a fool and I love you."

Albert was granted a second to look at him as he walked in the balance on the sidewalk, putting one foot before the other with certainty without any help from her, and a smile bloomed on his lips while stretched out her hand to get his side: he had always had this little habit of walking on walls and sidewalks, since the first day they met. Three years


, Noted with a smile, turning away for a second look and making sure the city around them was not changed to the point of losing, who would have thought

.
He caught only the corner of Stevan sudden movement with which he was forced to stop for a child not to invest, but if he found it in his arms almost without time to react, immediately clutching tightly around his chest and finding a point of equilibrium that prevents each of them to ruin the floor.
"Be careful,
great juggler." Burst out, amused, not to mention to let him go, he studied for a second his expression slightly embarrassed and her arms a little ', before you kiss and smile on his lips when Stevan sank against him, regardless of their being in a city park. "I love you." Moaned, before returning to earth, and Stevan smiled, rubbing his forehead against his shoulder.
"I know." He said, amused. "But it's always nice to hear."
Richard's smile had not changed in three years in which they had not seen, the only thing that had changed, apart from a few white hairs on temples Giampaolo, was the ring left ring finger of both: a thin band of white gold that Alberto Stevan stared in amazement.
"We do not recognize a right dick, since We are officially living together. "said Giampaolo, making them enter the house with a smile. "But to us it's okay."
"

Forever." Riccardo interrupted, noticing the look with which concentrated Stevan was trying to decipher the slight incision that ran all around the ring. If you took off after a moment's hesitation, laying it open in his hand so he could see it better. "An idea of Giampaolo '.
" But Giampi. "Albert laughed, handing a light blow of elbow between the ribs and one receiving the same in return. "Do not you doing so romantic."
"There are a lot of things that do not know me." Ruled Giampaolo, bending down to kiss the smile of Richard and continuing to stay close to his companion, staying just standing behind her chair. "I might be surprised." "What brings you to Florence?" Asked Richard, after a moment of silence on the part of all. He reached out, taking his ring from the hands of Stevan, and put it back on his finger with a satisfied sigh before you recline your head back, meet Giampaolo caresses her neck. "It's always nice to see you." "Our circus passed through here." Said Albert, disappearing into the kitchen looking for something to drink. That house was almost his, in part. He and Giampaolo had known for years, even before the latter met Richard, a time, that was the home of his grandparents, and with a chuckle Alberto wondered for the umpteenth time what he thought the severe Grandma Pazzini, if it had been there to see them and hiss for his accusations, well, more or anything less than his nephew did. "Among other things, we have some sight in the city. You may come. "
" You know I do not like the circus. "Giampaolo said, curling his lips. She had always been their only fault line, and when Albert had decided to do something more than his passion, there was a period in which they had barely spoken. "I do not think we will."
"bad." Alberto's voice was light, almost flaky, as he spoke, but this did not prevent Stevan receiving a marked note of disappointment, and to shake his hand in their reaction - despite the years, it seemed that Albert had never stopped hoping that his friend could understand that, At this point, you could define his life.
"Anyway, I do not think it's a coincidence that you have come right now." Richard laughed, pointing to the calendar on the wall. "Someone you feel in the mood for a family anniversary?" "Actually it is a coincidence." Albert played with the fingers of Stevan speech, embarrassed, and the boy looked at him before kissing him tenderly on the hair giggled. "But it's certainly a coincidence greatly appreciated." "The welcome we, of course." Giampaolo laughed, amused. "Richard was thinking of calling in these days, just to know that part of Europe you were finished."
"Last year we were in Germany." Albert sighed thoughtfully. "What we were here first, instead. Having said that, "he concluded, eyeing the clock worried that led to the wrist. "We must go, or we'll be late. It was good to see you. "
" I was also for us, even if you continue undaunted in trying to bring in some bad place. "Retorted the fun Giampaolo, embracing both and gently kissing her cheeks. "Promise me you will not disappear like you always do, Alberto. Promise me that before returning to Florence will see you again. "
From over the shoulder of Richard busy whispering in his ear that he organized the dinner for their anniversary and that should have been a surprise to Albert, Stevan could bow out Giampaolo Alberto still up and say something to him, this time a voice low enough that remain between them. Alberto just turned pale at these words, whispering something in response, and Giampaolo shrugged, apparently without sapergli say anything more than he had already said. Before Stevan could ask anything, however, Richard once again surrounded the shoulders with one arm, smiling, and he had no choice but to smile back, tried the eyes of Albert, worried, and worried even more when Alberto deliberately avoided his eyes, muttering something about preferring that the wind had risen.

*

Bojan leaned against his shoulder, and laughing while trying to catch his breath as he closed the door carefully behind him, dropping on the bed, still laughing, and Stevan waved cheerfully stolen the bottle of black enamel Cristiano - had always in his ears screaming mixed with those of Wayne, which bursts out from the next room that would woke up her son.
"I prepare a drink." Bojan laughed, moving away only a few steps to throw a pot in a strange surrogate English Nesquik and milk - Stevan stared at him, amused, his hands resting under her chin, playing with the enamel , rebounded only to stretch your hands and take the cup from the hands of Boji hot. "It seems like especially the town of Albert." Chuckled the smallest, bringing the cup to his lips with a smirk. Stevan nodded, absently stirring the chocolate, and Boji took this as an encouragement to continue. "Why?" "We met here in Florence." He explained Stevan, blushing and waving a hand vaguely. "He had decided to take a break after a difficult experience in Milan, and I was there -"
Bojan laughed, amused by his confusion, his hand resting gently on his knee; Stevan took a deep breath - it was not so easy to talk him, speak of their

with someone who was not Giampaolo or Richard, but the smile of Bojan was enough to be trusted.
"I did things a little 'bit here and a' there, in the streets of downtown, just to earn some money and pay for my trip to the next town, and one day he and his two friends in Florence came to see me." Continued the boy, taking face down and blushing furiously. "I was used to involve someone from the audience, you know, give me hope that more than a couple of euro after seeing me. And nothing, "Stevan laughed weakly, letting his voice recalling smoothing back

that moment - the moment when he crossed his eyes concerned, among the people looking at him, the smile with which he had put his hand to invite him to enter the circle, the feeling of

his fingers, his

heat, and the desire not to let it go. "I chose him that day and -"
"And have you found good." Interrupted Bojan, amused, pushing back a couple of clumps that bounced in front of the nose, Stevan, in response, nodded.
"too much." Laughed, finishing his drink chocolate and resting on the table. "We started together and all went well. It was not easy for him. He had a girlfriend, here in Florence, Alice. "Stevan wrinkled her nose, just darken. "Do not talk about it very willingly."
Boji nodded gently, feeling that it was not just so happy not to talk about Alberto - Stevan fingers were clutching the sheet with excessive force, probably while the boy was imposing to calm down. His voice, when he spoke again, quivering slightly with emotion repressed. "You and Pep, instead? he asked, absent-minded, and this time it was the turn of Bojan to harden and then melt in a sigh amused. "There's nothing to say about me and Pep." He said, mumbling in a low, raised his hands and Stevan amused. "I understand, I understand." Chuckled, ruffling his hair. Where Bojan gave no sign of being lifted, Stevan laughed again and continued talking. "Really, no one forces you to tell me anything, if it's a personal thing. Yet I have secrets that do not like to talk about even with Alberto, each of us has. "" No, is that there is

really nothing to say. "Boji down her face, embarrassed. "I mean, we met in the most normal of the world, he was looking for a partner for her number and I tried to be the partner of someone, that's all. "she looked up and met the astonished and incredulous Stevan, watching him talk to a smile. "I mean, your story - your story is beautiful . Mine is the most natural thing in the world, stupid. "
" It is said that a strange story is the most beautiful, Boji. "Stevan's voice was a slight sigh, as if speaking more to himself than to ' friend, at that time, he knew how to say something but never had the courage to admit. "The normality has its charm, especially for those of normalcy has never had in his life. "took a deep breath, very weak while pretending to smile nervously fiddled with the sheet. "Sometimes I wish that between me and Alberto was easier, you know? I mean, not that we fight, no, "Bojan stroked her knee again, and Stevan shook his head" but I have the impression that he can escape me from time to time. And I think that is the same for him. "
" It must be your impression, you know? "Blew Boji, settling down beside him and pulling the rug because enveloping them both. Stevan smiled, grateful. "I do not think I've ever seen two people more united in you. "
Stevan shrugged, still smiling even when the topic of conversation changed dramatically, moving on to lighter topics both - Stevan not remember having laughed so much, you have been so good in the company of someone who Alberto

not a lot of time, when he took leave of Bojan with a long hug at the door, the smallest still wrapped in the duvet to protect from the cold that seemed not wanted to leave, despite the hints of spring now evident. Albert was sitting at the table, when Stevan came back, clapping his hands on his arms to warm up as much as possible, greeted him with a smile that, a time, managed to make us forget to Stevan all his doubts over his behavior at home Giampaolo's. He smiled, bending down to kiss him before starting to dress for the night. "Stevan, first came to Alice." Albert turned to stare at, in beginning to speak slowly, and Stevan feeling that something was wrong, after having disappeared for a moment, returned to worsen, with a shudder, was imposed not to give him to see how those words had troubled him.
"I know, I've seen." Lied to the boy, pulling off the shirt and find the ones who used it to sleep, which turned out to be submerged by the rest of the dirty clothes. "It That's why I was by Bojan, I did not want to interrupt and argue with her that is with you. "
Albert looked at him in passing his way into a bathroom, shaking their fists, expectations that the door was closed behind him and that ' water had started to flow in the shower, before continuing to talk.
"Here, there is a problem." Blew slightly, hoping to clear his conscience and that, simultaneously, Stevan not hear the sound of water rushing back - but it water immediately closed, and the boy's face moistened, appeared at the door.
"Something serious?" Immediately asked, worried, and Alberto hastened to shake the head.
"No, calm." Stevan smiled, reassured by those words, portraying the head from the back door and opened the shower. "But tonight I have to go to Florence."
Stevan's head appeared through the door again, this time with eyes wide with concern. He reached out to take a towel, avvolgendoselo around her and rubbing his hair off to wring what little moisture it had absorbed during the few moments where he left off in running water.
"I'm coming with you." Immediately declared that, by choosing among its first jeans that do not appear over-damaged or permanently stained. Albert grabbed his hand before he could stretch to reach the T-shirt, gently squeezing his wrist between his fingers.
"
No!
"he hastened to explain, with a fury that he did frown Stevan more than his sudden gesture had not already done so. Alberto, accortosene, loosened the tight and pursed his lips into a slight smile - but he was one of those smiles that Stevan remembered the first time they had met in Florence, and had only the power to do more than frown. "It's one thing I have to solve alone." Said Albert in a low voice, trying to show off a calm that had not really, not at that time. "You trust me, Stevan?"
Stevan she bit her lip, unsure of the response.
"Yes," she whispered, lowering his hand down the side -
yes, but not now, not when you got to do

, would probably have been the right answer, but Stevan could read in the eyes of Albert that was not that her boyfriend wanted to hear, it was confirmed a second later, when his smile opened wider, visibly relieved. Alberto

leaned over him, smiling, and touched his lips quickly, stroking his cheek with his fingertips before walking away.
"See you tomorrow morning." Reassured him, smiling against his lips before putting on his jacket and exit quickly. Stevan
stood to watch him walk away, his arms wrapped around the body to repair itself by biting wind that had received in return, he approached the window, resting her hand, and watched him until he had disappeared in the dark, too small for a bullet be seen again, and stood staring at the direction along which presumably had taken, gently tapping with the index finger and holding my breath as much as possible not to tarnish the glass. When
hastily put to bed wearing a mesh of old Alberto, a few minutes later, he had the impression that the same cold wind that blew out had also slipped under the duvet light that enveloped her shoulders.

" Part.