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| Topic Started: Apr 28 2008, 06:27 PM (594 Views) | |
| azc | Apr 28 2008, 06:27 PM Post #1 |
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I got this idea for a new story that just won't get out of my head. Tell me what you think. Prologue January 2006 "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Elizabeth asked. Her mother motioned for her to sit down. "God, this looks serious," Elizabeth thought. "Maybe someone died." Her father wasted no time. "Something important happened." He began slowly. "We've had this planned for quite some time..." "We just couldn't find the right time to tell you." Her mother said. "Will you please just tell me what you called me down here to tell me?" Elizabeth said, a bit annoyed. Her mother took her hand and smiled. "Sweetheart, how do you feel about leaving London?" "What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked confusedly. "Well, I've decided to leave Arsenal," her father finally stated. She stared at him in disbelief. Leave Arsenal? Her father played for Arsenal throughout his entire career and later became the club's manager. Never in a million years did she think he'd leave them. "Hold on. Now when you say leave you mean what exactly?" Elizabeth asked a bit rudely. "I'll be coaching Barcelona," her father said. Elizabeth was quiet for about twenty seconds, letting what he just said permeate. "EXCUSE ME?!" She shrieked. "Barcelona? As in Spain? No. I won't go. Absolutely not. I'm not leaving London just because you say so!" Elizabeth yelled, standing up and in the process knocking her chair over backwards. Her eyes flashed. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She calmly picked her chair up and sat back down on it, folding her hands together on the tables wooden top. "Now sweetheart, try to be reasonable!" Her father said. “I couldn't stay in Arsenal forever. For years they offered me coaching positions in Italy and Spain and I refused because I thought you were too young to move in a foreign country. But you're not a child anymore. Surely you can understand it now. It was time for me to move on. Do you realize what it means to be in a club like Barcelona? There is no room for argument, Elizabeth." Elizabeth stood up and sent the chair flying again, this time leaving it where it fell and went up to her room, slamming the door behind her. She went over to her mirror and studied her reflection. Her hair streamed down around her face in soft waves. Her emerald eyes still glittered with rage, swirling opalescently. She shut her eyes, pressing her fingers against them until she saw stars. She then flopped down on the bed and started to cry. This has to be a dream. Elizabeth stared in front of her. It was true. She was going to Spain. "Hello Barcelona, goodbye life." |
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| plu178 | Apr 28 2008, 07:07 PM Post #2 |
cesc's window cleaner
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I like it ^^ I'd react like Elizabeth too. |
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| Little Fluffy Theo | Apr 29 2008, 12:03 AM Post #3 |
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STUPID FATHER!!!! How the feck can he be going to Barcelona when he already manages Arsenal!?!? Talk about a massive, traitorous step down. <_< Poor Elizabeth; she can come and live with me. We'll go to Arsenal matches every weekend and bake cookies for the players [size=1]before stalking them out of the stadium[/size]. :ph43r: Very good, by the way. |
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| Linda_Ridgewell | Apr 29 2008, 12:40 AM Post #4 |
Mrs. Ramsey, Mrs. Fabregas, Mrs Giovinco!!
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i like your fics..update quick time..elizabeth is lucky! she got to stalk cesc and now she will get to stalk bojan! lucky bisch! |
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| azc | Apr 29 2008, 10:27 AM Post #5 |
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First of all, I'd like to thank you for your encouragement, you guys are the best
:D Hope you like the first chapter. Chapter One Few months later... Breaking news: Barcelona have finally officially signed Daniel James as their new coach for the next seasons. This decision comes after nearly a month of rumors which targeted the ex-Arsenal coach as the next Camp Nou manager but things seemed to last forever until the official announcement. Daniel James has signed a 4-year deal with Barcelona, as part of Joan Laporta's plan of forming a new champion squad at Camp nou. The rumors about the British coach leaving Arsenal and coming to Barca started a few months ago, but nothing was certain since the British magistrates had not taken their decision. Elizabeth couldn't believe it was almost time to leave. She was at Arsenal's Stadium, in the huge office, gazing around. She wanted to memorize everything about this day. "You okay, honey?" Her mother Mia asked bringing Elizabeth out of her daze. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little sad, but excited. And nervous, but I'll manage," she said trying to assure herself as much as her mother. "You're going to be fine, sweetie. You're gonna love Barcelona." Yeah, right. "I hope so," Elizabeth replied, forcing a smile. Mia smiled at her daughter. Although she didn't like the idea at first, she trusted Daniel and knew that it was his decision to make. Plus, she agreed it was a good idea for them to try something different. The two were interrupted by the laughter of Daniel and Thierry Henry who at that moment were raising their coffee cups in a toast. "By the way, did you say goodbye to Cesc already?" "No, not yet," Elizabeth answered nervously. "I know he's a good friend of yours and your father loves him too. He's such a great boy." Mia paused. "You'll miss him, won't you?" "I guess." Elizabeth looked at the floor. Of course she'll miss him. They've become great friends ever since he first came to Arsenal. What an irony; he came from Barcelona to London and now she was leaving London for Barcelona. - "What the bloody hell is in here?" yelled Robin Van Persie from somewhere near. "I'm gonna break my back and then sue Arsenal for everything it's worth." Robin and Alexander Hleb were running after the ball. Daniel, Henry and Cesc were there as well, laughing and joking. "...Well it's good to know you'll fit right in should they ever need to ship you away to Chelsea," said Henry. Cesc paled at the mere mention of Chelsea. "That's not funny, Thierry." "I don't know," said Daniel, "the expression on your face a couple of seconds ago was pretty priceless." Robin and Hleb joined them, along with Arsenal's new signing, the young Theo Walcott. "I hope you boys won't get in any kind of trouble while I'm away," Daniel finished. "Trouble? Us? Never," declared Hleb. "When have we ever been in trouble?" asked Robin dramatically. "Yeah, sir," said Cesc, "when?" They were deliberately goading their former boss. At least a dozen incidents immediately came into their mind and they were sure Daniel could easily recall them as well. However, they also remembered that once Daniel's initial anger subsided, they always had a good laugh about whatever it was the boys did. "Don't even get me started, Cesc. We don't have that much time. Actually," said Daniel checking his watch, "we don't have any time. The car is due in 23 minutes and we better be ready." "I know. I know. Punctuality is definitely in James' family genes. All right, let's get a move on." As Cesc returned from the pitch, he saw Elizabeth walking towards him. "Cesc, would you mind helping me with this?" She had a small bag in her arms. "Sure," he replied. Cesc took the bag from her. "You looked like you needed saving," she whispered, noticing her dad and Henry in the distance. He smiled appreciatively at her. Elizabeth noticed it was a real smile, the kind of smile that reached his eyes. "I owe you one, Liz." "Don't think I won't collect, Fabregas." He couldn't help but smile. "I'm really gonna miss having you around." Her heart skipped a few beats. Elizabeth bit her bottom lip, a nervous habit she had. "Really?" she asked. Cesc looked at her questioningly. "Did she really think he wasn't going to miss her?" he thought. He reached out and gave her ponytail a playful tug. "Of course, niña bonita," he said with a smile. His hand grazed her cheek when he pulled it back and her cheeks flushed a bright red making Cesc chuckle. "Excuse me," said Philippe Senderos, "am I interrupting?" He eyed the two suspiciously and then flashed Elizabeth a wicked grin. "Not at all," answered Cesc calmly, "just helping Liz with her bag." With that he turned and climbed down the stairs to take her bag to the car. As soon as they were out of earshot Philippe turned to a still blushing Elizabeth and in a teasing sing-song voice began to sing, "Elizabeth and Cesc sitting in a tree..." "Phil!" Elizabeth paled instantly. "I can't believe I didn't see this sooner. My Love Radar must be malfunctioning. How could I miss this?" "Phil, please!" "God, my godchildren are going to be gorgeous." "Phil!" Philippe laughed an evil laugh. "Ok. Calm down kid. I won't say anything. Not even to Daddy ok." Elizabeth sighed. "There's nothing to say, Cesc is one of my best friends for God's sake!" "Answer just one question." "Oh God, what?" "How long?" "What?" "How long have you liked him?" "Ugh!" Elizabeth threw her arms in the air. "You know, me and the guys started taking bets," Philippe continued. "It was either Cesc or Walcott. And by the way, I noticed the way he looks at you. Maybe it's a good thing you're going to Barcelona." "Theo?!" Elizabeth shrieked. "Don't look so surprised." "You really are crazy," she began, "I barely know the guy." "Oh just admit you like Cesc already!" "Ok!" Elizabeth exclaimed, giving up. "It's just a school girl crush, nothing more." "Why didn't you say anything to me?" "I was hoping it would go away," she answered honestly. "And how's that working for you?" "Not so good." "Oh, shorty. Take it from me. Crushes die hard." He gave Elizabeth a hug hoping it would relax her a bit. Neither one of them anticipated this conversation. "Well I gotta say, I was really not looking forward to this day, but this news was so worth getting out of bed for. Little Lizzie's first real crush. I'm so proud." "You know, I'm really glad I'm leaving," Elizabeth said, feigning seriousness. "Ok. Enough torturing you for now." He said as they walked outside. Everyone, including Henry reemerged in the hall as the driver began loading all the luggage into the back of the limo. Elizabeth turned to Robin, Hleb, Cesc and Henry and said, "Well I guess this is it." She gave Henry a hug and he ruffled her hair. "Have a good time," he told her. Elizabeth hugged Hleb next. "Keep an eye on them, Alex. I'm counting on you to keep them from getting in trouble." Hleb laughed and returned the hug, "I'll do my best, but I make no promises. Really gonna miss you, Elizabeth." Elizabeth then turned to Robin. "It's not too late to change your mind, love. Do you honestly think you'll survive without Arsenal's exotic players?" "I'm going to Spain, Robin. All the boys there will be exotic." Robin clutched his heart and looked pained. "But not as lovely as you Robin. I'll miss you," she said as she wrapped her arms around him. Robin lifted her off the ground and twirled around three times before setting her back down. Last but not least, she turned to Cesc. "I'm gonna miss you most of all, Fab," she joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. He laughed out loud before gripping her shoulders and pulling her in for a big hug. Cesc kissed the top of her head before pulling back, but not letting go of her. He looked into her eyes, "Stay away from Spanish boys, you know how irresistible they are." Elizabeth smiled at him just as he finally let go of her completely. She was fully aware that Philippe was watching this scene with a new and intense interest, but he did his best to appear calm. Elizabeth looked around one last time, trying to memorize every last detail of the stadium. She was really doing this. She was completely terrified. "Ready?" Mia asked interrupting her thoughts. Elizabeth closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Yeah. I'm ready." |
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| Little Fluffy Theo | Apr 29 2008, 06:11 PM Post #6 |
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I'm bored, so have a prinalysis!
:D For a moment that confused me so much, because Henry's full name is Thierry Daniel Henry. :lol: Reminds me of another irony. <_< You will do no such thing, Mr van Peachy! :angry: Arsenal cannot be held accountable for your own stupid fragility! :angry: Can I collect on her behalf? :P Awww! :wub: Phil is so "fabulous"! :lol: I love it! Got something you wanna share with us, Phil? ;) Very valid point, Robin. -_- You are so asking the wrong person, Elizabeth. :rolleyes: I just visualised that. It's so sweet. :wub: Right, Cesc. :rolleyes: I loved it. But that goes without saying. :D |
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| azc | May 6 2008, 06:47 AM Post #7 |
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I couldn't let her leave London without saying goodbye to the lads :D |
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| azc | May 6 2008, 02:24 PM Post #8 |
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Chapter Two Introducing the characters: Elizabeth JamesPosted Image Bojan Krkic PerezPosted Image Lionel Andres MessiPosted Image Helena JamesPosted Image Francesc FabregasPosted Image Theo WalcottPosted Image 2007, Camp Nou, Barcelona, Catalonia Leo Messi sipped his water, watching as the club's president emerged with three other men, among them, he was sure, Barca's new manager. Hope it's not someone old, he's really gonna give us hell, he thought. "Hey man, what's going on?", asked Iniesta. Leo pointed his bottle of water towards them. "Looks like the new coach arrived. Hope he's not old, then we won't have any fun", he grumbled. "Yeah, must be the new coach alright. I hope he's got a daughter, that would be fun," said Gio. "Of course, you're always thinking about girls", muttered Leo. "The new coach is here? Cool", said Bojan. Barcelona's youngsters watched as Laporta showed the three men the stadium. "He speaks English, weird. I don't think they're Americans", said Gio. "Don't you know he's British?" said Bojan, frowning. A teenaged girl emerged from inside, looking about uncertainly. She had long strawberry blonde hair, wearing a Rolling Stones shirt with the famous tongue logo and a black and yellow skirt. "Well, at least his daughter has good taste in music. She looks cool, great to see a chick with taste", said Gio approvingly. "Hey, she has a similar hairdo as Beckham used to have," joked Iniesta. "Yeah right. Like I'd want to see a chick who looks like Beckham. That'll be one ugly girl," Gio cracked. Elizabeth observed the stadium. It is so warm here, I wish it were cool like back home, she mused. "Lizzie, why don't you go inside?", asked her father. "I was just looking about, dad. This is very different from back home", she whispered. "Don't worry. You'll go to school and meet other kids", he said. Elizabeth nodded, looking about. She heard loud laughter and turned her head to follow the sound. A group of young men were on the pitch, obviously training or something. Instantly, they reminded her of the Arsenal lads back home. I know I'm not going to like them, she thought bitterly. "Liz, what are you doing here? I've been looking everywhere for you", said her mother. "I'm just looking around. Trying to get used to the place," she replied. Her mother looked over and frowned. "I don't want you going over there. Let's go," she said, dragging her by the arm. Elizabeth took one last look backwards, and couldn't help but smile at them. |
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| plu178 | May 6 2008, 07:22 PM Post #9 |
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It's been ages since I last heard the word prinalysis....forgot it existed :lol: :( Her dad is evil Why go to Barca when you can stay at arsenal, with cesc?:( :lol: *squishes robin*
Looool. Right. Cos you are the father of all innocence :lol: ...this line reminded me of oliver twist.....i could so imagine cesc saying 'can i have some sire' :(
awww. she like's cesc and she has to leave. That sucks! :lol: LMAO!! *squishes phil*
Jee. What is it with the Arsenal boys and bets?:rolleyes:
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HLEB?!!!HLEB? LOL. *wipes a tear from eye* Hleb and staying away from trouble. What is the world coming to?
No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gah!!! *squishes cesc*
Oh the irony Elizabeth and helena are so pretty!! :blink: lol. Cesc forgot to mention that spanish guys are also pervs I think cesc needs to visit gio....
Lol!!She must have spotted gio's pervy looks :lol: :lol: |
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| azc | May 7 2008, 07:57 AM Post #10 |
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Haha, glad you liked it. I tried to show the character's personalities the best I could, hope it turned out ok. Anyway, keep on reading it! |
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| azc | May 7 2008, 12:08 PM Post #11 |
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Posted Image Chapter 3 The next morning, Elizabeth reluctantly opened her eyes and got up. "Yeah, I feel awful. I hope they're feeling guilty," she muttered, heading towards the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, she walked downstairs. "Elizabeth, we're sorry about yesterday. We only want what's best for you", said her mother, embracing her. "I know. But I know I'll never like it here," she replied. "Can I go out after breakfast? I want to check out the neighborhood," she asked. "All right. But be careful. You don't know this area well", said her mother. Elizabeth headed out the door, walking aimlessly down the street. Well, this doesn't look so bad. I think everyone's still asleep, I don't hear anything. How very cool, she chuckled. She came across a 7-11 several blocks later and went inside. Elizabeth looked around curiously, finally walking towards the magazine section. She scanned the magazines on display and picked up the latest edition of Rolling Stone, flipping through it while walking around. She was so engrossed in the magazine that she didn't realize someone was coming right at her, until they bumped into her. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I should've seen where I was going", she mumbled. "Hey, that's okay. Aren't you that girl from yesterday?" asked the voice. Elizabeth looked up and came face to face with one of the young men from the day before. He had brown hair, cute smile and beautiful greenish eyes. "Yeah, fancy meeting you here. "She replied, blushing. Hmm, she's not bad looking at all. In fact, she's kind of hot, thought Bojan. Her long hair framed a delicate face, dominated by brilliant blue-green eyes and full pink lips. She wore a neo kilt skirt and adidas lady hooded sweat top. "I'm Elizabeth James," she said. "You got a neat accent. I'm Bojan Krkic," he said, smiling at her. "So, you're Daniel James' daugher." "You say it like you have a hard time believing it," she tested him. "We just didn't know what to expect, that's all," Bojan blurted out, then quickly changed the subject before he embarrassed himself even more than he already had. "Well, I'm sure you'll like it here. The people are very friendly and you'll never get bored in a city like Barcelona." "Never thought of it that way, Mr. Krkic," she replied, her eyes dancing with mirth. "First, call me Bojan, Mr. Krkic is my Dad. And yeah, I've lived in Spain all my life. I can't imagine living anywhere else." "Do you like it in Barcelona? The club, that is." she asked. Bojan beamed, his eyes glowing with pride. "It's a dream come true. Ever watch La Liga?" he asked. "I'm afraid not.", she replied sheepishly. "That's okay. Let me buy you a Slurpee. It's always good to treat the ladies", he chuckled, winking at her. |
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| plu178 | May 7 2008, 08:34 PM Post #12 |
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Bojan!!!! :lol: lol. Future love interest?I think so:lol:
ROTFLMAO!!!Neat?!!! Oh Bojan! *squishes him* awww. Bless him teehee. Flirty bojan is hot!! It turned out great! |
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| Jenna | May 7 2008, 08:45 PM Post #13 |
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Aww great fic. I really like it :D |
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| Marija | May 7 2008, 09:36 PM Post #14 |
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me too... :D I've always liked that sort of things...and this one is really nice! ;) |
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| azc | May 8 2008, 11:47 AM Post #15 |
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Thanks everyone for the replies. Here's the next chapter. Chapter 4 They walked to the conter, as she reached into her pocket. "No, I'll pay for it. My treat", he said, lightly grabbing her hand. Elizabeth blushed, feeling a tingling sensation in her hand. "Thank you, Bojan," she whispered. "What flavor do you want?" asked the clerk. "I'll have the Coke, and what do you want, Elizabeth?" asked Bojan. "What flavors do you have?", she asked. "We have Cherry, Raspberry, Lemon, Coke and Watermelon," replied the clerk, sounding annoyed. "Hey man, cool it. She's just arrived here, okay?" said Bojan, giving him a look. "I'll have the Cherry," she replied. She turned to face him. "Bojan, you didn't have to do that. But that was kind of you," she said. "Don't think about it. Just defending a lady's honor," he chuckled. The clerk finished making their Slurpees and set them down on the counter. "That'll be 3.50," he said. Bojan took out his wallet and counted out the money. "Come on, let's take a walk", he said. "There's not much to see around here anyway." "Were you born in Barcelona?" she asked, taking a big sip of her Slurpee. "Be careful with that. You don't wanna get brain freeze. And no, I was born in Linyola, Lleida." he replied. "Most of my relatives still live there." "It must be nice having family nearby. My family is still back in England," she said sadly. Bojan gave her a hug. "Hey, don't sweat it. Yeah, that sucks. I miss my family too, but at least Linyola's not as far as England," he replied. "So, tell me how you wound up in Barca. What position do you play in?" she asked, changing the subject. "Well, I'm a striker," he began. "I played for FC Barcelona's cantera from 1999 to 2005, then the 2006–07 season with the B team until I signed a professional contract with Barca's A team." he explained. "Oh," Elizabeth laughed lightly. "You're the kid who broke Messi's record." He looked at her questioningly. "What?" she asked. "I know a thing or two about football as well." "Can't argue with that," he glanced at her, laughing. "I noticed the Rolling Stones shirt you were wearing yesterday. You got good taste for a chick," he said, obviously impressed. She pretended to glare at him. "So, us girls can't listen to rock, then?" she challenged. "Of course, but most girls I know like pop, disco and stuff like that," Bojan making a face. "I'm not most girls," Elizabeth told as she sent him a sideways look. |
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