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| Fernando Torres Fic; The legacy of suckness continues! | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 10 2008, 07:59 PM (5,395 Views) | |
| strawberry | Jan 12 2008, 06:29 AM Post #16 |
Cesc's 'Gas
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| loz4arsenal | Jan 12 2008, 12:18 PM Post #17 |
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Loved it nettie!
:D Argh stupid pratty cousin! Poor leppy-weppy, having to put up with him! (wtf is he wearing WOMENS sunglasses??Is he gay???) |
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| Lep | Jan 12 2008, 03:22 PM Post #18 |
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:lol: I remember this Kaka look-a-like on holiday had the same sunglasses as me
B) we were twins
:P Can't wait for more! :D I know who that girl is btw :P(I can't remember if i'd said that or not :huh: ) |
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| sienna_15 | Jan 12 2008, 05:26 PM Post #19 |
Cesc's 'Gas
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Nettie YAY you UPDATED!!!! :P your fic was ficcing awsome B) |
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| Lep | Jan 12 2008, 07:16 PM Post #20 |
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:o I forgot about that phrase! ficcing awesome! :D |
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| azrebel86 | Jan 13 2008, 12:24 AM Post #21 |
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I FINALLY read your update Nettie, and it was fantastic as always! I love reading your stuff because it's so descriptive and detailed, a far cry from the boring textbooks and press releases I have to read for university :rolleyes: Can't wait for an update! |
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| OneUnited117 | Jan 13 2008, 02:16 AM Post #22 |
yagga yagga yagga yow
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Aww, thanks. *blushes* I'm really glad I could give you a break from Uni stuff! :rolleyes: I am typing more fic right now but I am not sure when I will be able to update. Hopefully sometime soon! :) @Lep-ooh, who do you zhink zhe eez? |
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| Malty | Jan 13 2008, 09:06 PM Post #23 |
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Sorry i haven't read this before Nettie but it's brilliant! You really don't give yourself enough credit cos you really are great at this! The way u describe everything in so much detail is great! What a mug kati's cousin is :o Love it Nettie! :D Good Luck your exams |
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| fabregasrulz | Jan 13 2008, 11:35 PM Post #24 |
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YAY AN UPDATE! i really liked it! SexySeb and NickyB! *drooools* Hehe well the real match didn't finish as well..but oh well! ooh i wonder who the girl is! :o |
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| OneUnited117 | Jan 13 2008, 11:50 PM Post #25 |
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Aw, thanks for reading everyone! :rolleyes: I am currently writing the next bit instead of studying for my English and History exams. Ooh, I'm a smart one...not!!!!!!!!!!!!! :rolleyes: <_< :angry: :blink: *smacks self for being lazy* Should have it up in a few days hopefully! :) |
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| fabregasrulz | Jan 14 2008, 12:04 AM Post #26 |
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Good Luck for you exams! :) |
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| OneUnited117 | Jan 14 2008, 12:08 AM Post #27 |
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Thanks dear! <3 I am still writing fic, I am too excited about it not to!!! |
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| OneUnited117 | Jan 14 2008, 09:29 PM Post #28 |
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*drum roll* Here it is my lovely fans!
:D Part 26, cotd. "Are you ready to order?" the waitress asked her and Kati pondered for a minute, finally settling for a chicken and rice bowl cooked in spices and delicious wine sauce. It looked good enough to satisfy her hunger, and besides she had no intentions of getting back in the car with James in the event that he even remembered that he was supposed to be picking her up. The waitress penciled the order in on her notepad neatly and took the menu with a smile. "It'll be ready in a few minutes." she said before going back to the fat men who were staring at her intently and whispering to each other with perverted grins. Poor girl, Kati thought. For once she actually had compassion for the waitress. Usually, she just snickered when nasty old men hit on the bitchy waitresses, but for some reason, this girl was different...she still couldn't put her finger on why she looked familiar, but Kati promised herself she'd figure it out before she left.Traore was back on the pitch now, apparently recovered from his injuries and play could continue. The pace slowed down a bit, Birmingham containing the ball enough to keep Arsenal out of their goal.The pub was mellow and lethargic, probably because it was summer. During the regular football season, the entire place would've been buzzing with enthusiastic fans hoping their team would win, even if usually that didn't happen. But Kati didn't care about the goals and glory...she just loved her boys and wanted them to do well every weekend, even if it meant losing 4-0. If they played well, that was all she cared about. She was playing with the servillette on the table, staring at the screen where De Ridder was in a pickle between Senderos and Traore. Finally, Rob Stiles remembered the silver thing hanging from his neck and blew it, stopping the game. Traore got a good verbal smack on the bum and Senderos got a little warning as well. And Birmingham got the kick. They were about thirty yards outside of the box, which meant there was a fair distance to go, but it wasn't totally out of the question. Muamba struck the ball with force and by some magic, Almunia tripped and lost his balance, which meant that the ball hit the back of the net with a swish and the score was equalised. "WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kati shouted, standing up with such force that her chair went flying backward. "Er..." she said, blushing a little as almost everyone turned around and stared at her. WHAT?! Wasn't she allowed to celebrate a goal?? Did she have to remind them that this was BIRMINGHAM and that they were currently equal with ARSENAL?! Eugh, people made her angry. Quietly and brick red in the face, she scooted the chair back under her bottom and sat down. These people were no fun! The waitress reappeared from the kitchen with a tray and made her way toward Kati with a steaming plate of food, when the door opened and a man stormed in, wearing a hood and sunglasses. "Petra, I need to talk to you, now." he said frantically, seizing her by the arm and pulling her aside. "WHAT.ARE.YOU.DOING.HERE?" she hissed through her teeth, yanking her arm free of him and setting Kati's plate down in front of her with an apologetic smile. "PETRA! Would you please??" the guy said in despair and made a desperate gesture toward the door. "WHAT is wrong?" she snapped, looking upset. "I'm at work! And what the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you in London, why aren't you pl--" he cut her off. "PETRA LARSSON! Damnit! It's about mum." he spat and Kati almost fell out of her chair. Petra...Larsson?? NOW she knew why the girl looked so damn familiar!!Seb Larsson's sister. Kati wanted to say something, or at least close her mouth and stop staring so she wouldn't look like she was prying into their business. But feck it if it wasn't Sebastian Larsson standing two feet from her, wearing a ridiculous booger green jumper and fluorescent orange sunglasses! "Excuse me for a second." Petra said and smiled timidly as her brother basically yanked her out of the restaurant and onto the street. Kati was dumbfounded. She'd stood within feet of Seb Larsson twice in 24 hours...this had to be a sign. She forgot all about the food and the match and just sat there, staring outside where Seb was talking fast to Petra and she was nodding and clutching her head. She looked upset, but Seb rubbed her arms with his hands reassuringly and patted her on the shoulder. She came back inside, wiping her eyes and disappeared into the back room. Seb disappeared meanwhile and Kati felt sad that she couldn't talk to him. Meanwhile, the match was finishing. Arsenal had come back to make the score 3-2. Damn, Kati thought, but then remembered her food and dug in hungrily. She scarfed down the plateful as if she hadn't eaten in days--well, she hadn't eaten anything SUBSTANTIAL in days--and she hadn't realised that until now. Afterwards, she felt a bit stuffed, but she knew it would be a while until she got home to her mum's that evening, since she wasn't planning on sticking around to wait for her twat of a cousin. She payed for the food and got up, eyeing the banana yellow luggage that was still sitting by the door dutifully, staring back at her with its semi-sad, semi-dirty yellow face. Aw. Kati grabbed the yellow bag and stepped out onto the street where it was starting to rain. Feck. Actually, why did she really care? James had ruined her day, Birmingham had lost, Seb Larsson had stood within feet of her and she hadn't even said anything, and she was just fed up and confused in general. She set out toward the general direction of her mum's, the house where she'd grown up, tucked away in the small back room of the house every weekend, watching Birmingham matches and eating cheese puffs. Ah, the joys of life were so simple sometimes! The wheels of the bag made an annoying whistling noise as she walked down the street in the light drizzle as the clouds were swirling overhead and the breeze smacked her hair into her face so she couldn't see. It was about to storm. But did she care? Not really, except for the fact that she was wearing a white shirt. Ah, feck. Who was she trying to impress; her grandma Gertrude?? The rain grew steadily and a few rumbles of thunder could be heard in the distance, coming closer with each clap. Splat, splat, splat, splat she walked through the dirty puddles on the streets, occasionally seeing a businessman, running with his briefcase covering his bald head, or an old lady clutching her groceries in her frail little hands, trying desperately to keep the neat packages of cat food and pickles dry. Kati walked past them all cold-heartedly, her wet hair whipping around her head in the breeze like spaghetti, her shirt becoming drenched with each drop, her feet becoming blistered by the moisture between the skin on her feet and the sandal straps. She was still miles from home, but she kept marching. Marching until someone pulled up next to her in a black Volkswagen and stopped. Kati didn't make much of it; why should she care if someone parked illegally in the fire lane and left their motor running as they got out of the car. She kept walking, wishing for a moment that SHE had a car. Then none of this would ever had happened. But alas she had nothing. Nothing but a measly bus ticket and a banana yellow-- "HEY! WAIT!" she hadn't realised but someone was running behind her. How could she not have noticed the well-paced splat splat splat of feet on the wet pavement? She turned around annoyedly, wondering what the hell anyone would want with her. If it was James, she was ready to punch him in the face. "What?" she spat, expecting her stupid cousin to be standing there in one his ridiculous poses, wearing his sunglasses, his platinum hair looking perfect even in the middle of the rainstorm. "Uh...I just wanted to ask you if you wanted a ride." a voice said, apparently taken aback by her severe response. She lifted her eyes slowly as soon as she was sure that her suitcase wasn't going to tip over and looked at the victim of her rude approach. Her heart might as well have flown out of her chest and landed on the pavement in a bloody splatter. "But if you'd rather walk, that's ok. I don't mean to be rude." he said quickly, assuming that the stunned gaze he was getting from Kati was one of total and utter disbelief at him even daring to ask her that question, thank you very much. She just stood there, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. Rain was flowing down his face in rivulets, running down his nose and around his lips, occasionally dripping from the tip of his nose and landing on his lower lip, then trickling down his chin and taking the final leap to the ground. "Are you...ok?" he asked after a few seconds and she snapped back to reality. "Huh? Oh...yeah, fine. Fine. Hi." she said, blushing red. A ribbon of lightning flashed across the sky and a loud drum roll of thunder followed. "So would you like a ride? It's storming and as I can see, you're crazy enough to be out here without even a jacket." Seb noted, pointing to her shivering arms. "Er, if you don't mind." Kati nodded vigorously, still lost in his eyes. "Not at all. Kati, wasn't it?" he asked as he took the luggage for her and lifted it into the boot carefully, so much unlike her jerk of a cousin who had thrown it into his stupid Aston Martin. "Yes, how did you remember that?" she asked, eyes filled with surprise and wonder. Surely he must've met a million and one people every day...how could he possibly remember her?? "I only met you yesterday, didn't I? I haven't been hit in the head THAT many times." he teased and opened the door for her. She hesitated to get in for a second, looking at the unbelievably nice interior of the car. "Er...I don't want to get this wet..." she said uncomfortably, picturing in her mind what James would say if he had to tolerate the sight of her wet arse gracing the passenger seat of his show pony car. "Oh please, I'm not that stuck up about a car. Just get in and make yourself comfortable." he said and smiled at her. Oh lord, that smile! SMILE! HE SMILED! Kati was mentally checking off her life's biggest goals...getting smiled at by Seb Larsson was up there, and now she could safely cross that one off. He got in on the driver's side and looked at her. She slowly felt her body heat rise...could this really be happening? She was in Seb-Freaking-Larsson's car with Seb-Freaking-Larsson in his peachy glory right next to her. Oh, yeah, she was cool. "So, where to?" he asked, staring at her intently. "Er..." she coughed a little. She couldn't even remember her own address. And actually, she really didn't want to at that point. True, she wanted to see her mum, but her brain wasn't exactly clear, what with her idol sitting inches from her and all. "You're all wet. Take my jumper." he said, a little embarrassed as he started driving slowly and tossed her his blue and white striped jumper. She looked down at herself and found that her white shirt was plastered to her skin with moisture. She blushed and thanked him in a small voice, pulling on the jumper. If smell was any indicator, she probably could have been pulling on Seb himself...the jumper smelled heavenly good, a trace of his cologne touching her nostrils as she breathed in its delicious goodness. They drove, drove, drove through Birmingham, neither of them knowing where they were going. They hardly said anything to each other. It was one of the most bizarre moments in Kati's life...she didn't even KNOW him, he was a CELEBRITY, more or less, and she was sitting in his car with him, wearing his jumper as if they were ancient chums. "Why did you even pick me up?" Kati asked after a while, feeling the intense need to break the silence. He switched gears, his hand bumping against her thigh by accident and looked at her for a second. "You were walking down the street in the middle of a rainstorm, dripping wet, with luggage and sandals that I KNOW must be rubbing the hell out of your feet." he said. Yeah, and looking bloody gorgeous meanwhile, he thought to himself. "It would have been cruel to drive by." he said with a shrug. "But you don't even know me...I could be some crazy tabloid journalist or a murderer or rapist..." Kati offered. He looked at her quizzically. "Do you honestly believe anyone would mistake you for a murderer or rapist? Tabloid journalists fall under both categories, in case you were wondering." he snorted in addition. "No, I didn't think you were any of those things. I know what they all would look like and although you were looking mighty angry and you WERE carrying a mysterious yellow suitcase, I knew you weren't a threat." Seb explained. Oh, was that supposed to make her feel better? Mysterious yellow suitcase. She felt her mood slip a bit again. "Well I'm glad. I wouldn't want to turn up in the papers tomorrow. Not that I won't anyway." she said, knowing full well that someone was going to snap a picture of them, make up a story about how they were dating, and then plaster it on the front page of The Sun. Yay. Half of her circle of friends had already been exposed by the yellow journalists, now was her turn apparently. "Don't worry, you won't. No journalist cares enough about my personal life to post me in the papers. Anyway, it's always the Villa players in the spotlight. Plus the papers are more interested in Ashley Young than our entire team." Seb rolled his eyes. Kati smiled to herself and looked out of the window. They were in a posh neighbourhood now, miles from her home. Mysteriously enough, she loved that feeling. "Where are we?" she asked him, tearing her eyes off the duck-shaped bush in someone's front yard and looking at Seb. "This is where I usually live, unless I am dogsitting someone's mansion while they're on vacation in Mallorca." he announced simply as they pulled onto a side street and parked in front of a cute light blue house with a Swedish flag in one window. Seb. Larsson's. House. She was dreaming. "Why are we here?" she asked in slight panic. The good kind, of course. She looked like shite, she decided...the wet hair, running makeup, soaked clothes. Why on earth would any footballer want her at his house?! "You didn't tell me where you wanted me to take you and I have to be home at four to receive a package in the post." Seb said and got out of the car. Ah, a package...made sense. Kati hated not being home when an important package was delivered because then she'd have to take time out of her day and run down to the post office before it closed at five, which was an hour before she got off work. "Come in." he said and opened the door for her. Her heart was beating way too fast for her own good and she stood up, feeling a little light-headed. "Thanks, Seb." she said, heat rising in her cheeks as she stepped out of the car and found herself face to face with him. They looked at each other for a second before Seb made an uneasy noise in his throat and walked to the door. He dug around in his pocket and found the key. "Ladies first." he said politely and let her in. The house smelled sweet, like Swedish cookies, and she pretty much instantly fell in love with everything in there. "Wow, Seb, this is a magnificent house!" she breathed, twirling around in the foyer. He stepped in with a smile and closed the door. "You like it? Sorry it's a bit dusty...I really haven't got a lot of time to clean it this summer...just got back from Sweden, visiting my mum." he said, a hint of darkness coming across his face as he said that. "It's fine...hey...I meant to ask you earlier...not that it's really any of my business, but how come you weren't playing today?" Kati asked him, turning from studying a beautiful painting to facing him. He was standing surprisingly close to her, which made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up pleasantly. "Uh...it's my mum. She's not well. I'm sorry, I hope I didn't disappoint you today." he said sincerely, his eyes taking on a sad tone. Kati felt so sorry for him, the way he had suddenly become so vulnerable right in front of her, his deep blue eyes reflecting an inner pain that couldn't be taken away. "I'm not disappointed. No one is disappointed." she whispered reassuringly. He nodded faintly as if he was lost in a thought and looked into her eyes. If that wasn't the most intense gaze she'd ever met, she'd have to keep looking forever. Slowly, his hands found her face and the warmth radiated from his fingertips to her skin. Now, surely, would be the time when someone would throw a book at her head and ruin her dream, like they used to in college lectures. "Seb..."she whispered. He answered with his lips, their soft touch paralysing her and his hands, which had found their way down to her shoulders, were the only thing keeping her from shattering into a million particles and floating away like dust. |
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| Seņorita Torres | Jan 14 2008, 10:41 PM Post #29 |
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Oh Seb kissed Kati! :D Great update Nettie :D I think I would die if he only looked at me... :P |
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| azrebel86 | Jan 14 2008, 10:44 PM Post #30 |
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YAY Update!!! It was amazing of course! Poor Kati having to walking in the rain with that silly suitcase :( And Seb being a hero and coming to help her...awww :wub: Can't wait till the next part :D |
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