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| Let Me Be Loved; One-hitter | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 17 2008, 11:16 AM (295 Views) | |
| azrebel86 | Jul 17 2008, 11:16 AM Post #1 |
Cesc's Teammate
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Alright everyone. This is my first attempt at writing anything even remotely creative in a very very long time, so if this fic sucks royally I do apologize (and is a big reason why it is only a one-hitter). I've never posted my writing on a public forum, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Disclaimer: Same ol' same ol', besides names this story is purely fiction. Rating:Nothing you haven't seen on The Real World or any other trashy reality tv show, so I guess 13/14+ Note:This fic came from a high dose of boredom, a sudden surge of creativity, and a newly revived fascination with Fernando Torres. However, like the majority of the female population, I am not too keen on his recent choice of haircare, so as you read feel free to imagine him in whatever style you feel best suits him.... I know I did :D Just thought that was important to point out :lol: Let Me Be Loved I lost my chance. It was standing right there in front of me and I blew it. Now he was getting ready to start his life with someone he loved and that someone was not me. It should have been, but it wasn’t. And all because I didn’t have the guts to tell him how I felt; to tell him that he was the only man I’d ever wanted; the only man I had ever loved. “Sof….Sof….SOFIE! Look alive!” “Whoa, what?!?!” I was knocked out of my daze by my friend’s persistent shouting. “You have less than 30 minutes to get dressed, do your hair, and be at the church. Now I know you’re quick, but I don’t even think Superwoman could pull that off,” Penny instructed. “Maybe I shouldn’t go.” “Are you crazy? Fernando is your best friend, you *have* to go!” “I don’t *have* to do anything!” I said firmly crossing my arms in front of my chest. “God, you’re just as stubborn as he is! It’s a wonder how you guys get along so well in the first place. What’s the matter anyway? I thought you were cool with all this.” “I thought I was too, but now…I don’t know Pen. I just feel like I’m going to lose him,” I told her “You could never get rid of that man Sof, even if you wanted to. He adores you, and besides who’s going to fly to England and straighten him out when his head gets to big to fit through the door,” Penny joked. This was true. Ever since we met all those years ago as kids I had always been the grounded one; the one that would smack him across the head if ever he got a little too arrogant for his own good – the mother of sorts. And it was perfect that way. He would show off to all the neighbors and parents, brag about how he was going to be a football superstar, and it was my job to put him back in line. So when did it become so much more complicated? 2 months ago… I sat in my car outside his home for what seemed like an eternity, contemplating whether or not I should ring that doorbell. Ever since they announced their engagement it had become more and more difficult to see him. Nearly everyday I was bombarded with pictures of them together, hand in hand, on the cover of every magazine; picking out that china pattern or this bouquet of roses, and it took every ounce of strength I had in me not to breakdown in tears. I took a long, deep breath, ran my hand through my hair and took the fifteen steps to his front door. “Hey Sof! I’m glad you could come over. With all this wedding craziness and trying to get everything sorted out with Liverpool we haven’t been able to hang out like we used to,” he smiled, answering the door before I even had the chance to lift my finger. But that’s how it was between us. It was that special bond that only a handful of people got to experience. The one where you know the other is around even if you don’t see them; where you can tell that something is wrong just by looking into their eyes. That’s what we had, and I cherished it now more then ever. I didn’t know when it happened or even how it happened, but somewhere in the ten years that we had been friends I had fallen in love. I no longer looked at him as the silly boy who would hold my hand when we crossed the street, but as the man who now held my heart. And the coincidence was that he too had fallen in love, only not with me. “How’s Olalla?” I asked almost robotically, for that’s what you do when you haven’t seen your best friend in a month. You find out how their life is going, and if that includes asking about the woman he was about to make his wife then so be it. It’s not that I didn’t like Olalla. In fact, when he first introduced me to her 3 years ago we hit it off immediately. She was absolutely lovely and by the way that he couldn’t stop smiling I could tell he felt the same way and more about her. And a part of me believed it was because I liked her so much myself. Whenever he started getting even semi-serious with a girl it was always my job to give them the once-over because, as he put it, “I’m a good judge of character.” I never particularly cared for his choice in women, but he was young and bound to make a couple mistakes. They were all way too phony for my liking, and obviously had their eyes on the fame and fortune his company offered. And whenever I told him my verdict, the next day their numbers magically disappeared from his cell phone and any trace of them erased from his memory. Go figure. But Olalla was different. I could tell she was slightly intimidated by my presence and friendship with Fernando, but she didn’t let that stop her from getting to know me and I her. The day we met, the three of us talked for hours about the most random and trivial of subjects, and I shared stories of me and Fernando that I almost always kept sacred between us. “So what do you think?” I remember him asking me as he walked me to my car that night. “I think she’s great Fernando. She obviously makes you happy and that’s what’s most important.” Of course this was before my feelings for him decided to make their appearance. “She’s good, just really busy with everything as you can probably imagine, but it’s all starting to come together now. How’ve you been?” he asked, looking at me with concerned eyes. “Great. Kind of hectic at work right now which is why I can’t stay, but I just wanted to stop by and give you your very late birthday gift,” I said handing him the neatly wrapped box. “I thought I told you to stop using a ruler when you wrap presents,” he joked as he looked at the perfectly measured angles of the paper. “What can I say, I’m a perfectionist. A procrastinating perfectionist, but a perfectionist none-the-less,” I smiled. And with that he tore open the box like a kid at Christmas and revealed the contents. “Wow Sofie, this is amazing,” he said pulling the frame from the box. “I was rummaging through my closet a few weeks ago and I found that picture. Do you remember when it was taken?” “Of course I do. It was that summer we first met. Jose and I were running away from Senor Ortega after I broke his window with the football, and Jose knocked you over, so I helped you up and then-“ “And then I punched Jose in the nose, and you ended up getting grounded for a week and had to work in my father’s shop in order to pay back Senor Ortega. God, I remember you hated that summer because you couldn’t play football with the other kids,” I continued, laughing at the memories. But Fernando wasn’t laughing. No, his eyes were dark and his face was serious. “That’s not true,” he said locking his eyes with mine. “That was the best summer of my life because it was when I met you.” He took two steps closer, closing the gap between us to mere centimeters. He wrapped one arm around my waist and used his other hand to gently brush away a strand of hair from my face. “Sofie, I love you,” he whispered before capturing my lips with his. I couldn’t believe it. This was the moment I had wished for; to hear this man say those words to me. But he was engaged. I couldn’t possibly do anything with a soon to be married man, much less my best friend. And even though I became jealous of Olalla and her relationship with Fernando, it was never my intention to hurt her. But the logical part of my mind was turned to complete mush as I felt his hands creeping up my shirt and over my bare back. He pulled the binding cotton material up and over my head, placing butterfly kisses all over my exposed skin. Before either of us knew it, we were both completely discarded of clothing and trying desperately to find a breath. He captured my swollen lips with his, kissing me slowly and passionately as he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off the ground and carrying me to his bedroom. I hung my head in disgrace. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, and apparently neither could he as we both got dressed in silence. And not the peaceful silence we were so used to sharing. No, this silence was awkward; full of guilt and shame of what we had just done. I left without a single word, breaking down in tears as soon as I rounded the corner. “Wow Sof, you never cease to amaze me you know that!” Penny said as we entered the church, me taking a deep breath. “I really didn’t think you were going to pull off that 30 minute timeframe, but here you are, as beautiful as ever.” “Well you know me, always got an ace somewhere up my sleeve,” I said smiling. “Hey I have to use the restroom, why don’t you go find our seats.” “Yeah sure, but you better hurry, they’re going to start soon,” Penny informed me before walking off. The flashback I had of that night Fernando and I made love was breaking me down. I never told Penny about it, and I doubt that I ever would, but I knew it would stay with me for the rest of my life and I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to deal with that. I turned down a long beautifully lit hallway - not really searching for the restroom, but just trying to compose myself before I had to witness him marrying a woman that was not me - when I felt a warm hand grab my wrist and pull me into a room. My voice caught in my throat as I laid eyes on him for the first time in two months. The sight of him in a perfectly fitted black tuxedo made him look more gorgeous than I could ever have imagined. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be at the alter by now?” I asked my familiar kidnapper. “I’m glad you came Sofie. I thought after what happened that day that you – “ “Fernando, let’s not even talk about it,” I interrupted. “We both know we made a mistake. You’re about to get married to a wonderful woman that you love and who loves you back and will give you everything,” I said knowing full well that he still was and always will be madly in love with Olalla. And I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t have him love me, when there was a part of him that still needed her. “I meant what I said. I do love you,” he confessed. “And I you. But we can’t do this to Olalla. And besides, we both know we’d kill each other if ever we were together for more than two weeks,” I joked, when really I knew we could spend the rest of our lives next to each other, happy and in love. “You’re probably right. I can always count on you to be the brains of this operation,” he smiled, knowing that I was aware that he was lying through his teeth. “I just want you to know that you are the most amazing person I have ever known, and I love you so much Sofie,” he said, pulling me into one final embrace and placing a soft kiss on my cheek. A part of me knew that this would be the last time I would ever see him. I didn’t want it to be, but deep down I knew this was the only way things would work. “I love you too Fernando,” I whispered, silent tears falling down my cheeks as I nudged him toward the door. “Now go! Nobody’s supposed to leave the bride in waiting.” Before leaving the room he turned around to look at me one last time, “You’re going to be ok, right Sof?” “Yeah, I’m going to be fine,” I smiled at him as he walked out. Placing a soft hand on my stomach I whispered, “We’re going to be fine.” The End |
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| Little Fluffy Theo | Jul 17 2008, 12:32 PM Post #2 |
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WOW. :blink2: That was AMAZING. I almost like Torres now, haha. :unsure2: It was so sweet, but so sad at the same time. How could he go ahead and marry Olalla when the love of his bloody life is standing right there!? Hmmph! They're meant to be together. :'( You have to write more! If not of this, then of something else. I would definitely read it. :bounce: |
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| Jenna | Jul 17 2008, 03:21 PM Post #3 |
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Love it :D Aww so sad the way things turn out for poor sofie! |
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| Freddielicious | Jul 17 2008, 09:21 PM Post #4 |
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Damn!!! Your writing is so amazing, I could just imagine it in front of my eyes:p:p it's so romantic! I can't wait for the update girl! Keep up the great work!! |
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| Lep | Jul 24 2008, 05:08 PM Post #5 |
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How can you even think that this sucks?! It's really good! I loved it, I was glued onto each word! Honestly! I really like the way you write, I do hope you write something more like Marnie said! :) |
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| azrebel86 | Jul 25 2008, 10:42 AM Post #6 |
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Cesc's Teammate
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Aww thank you guys so much for the comments! They all mean alot to me :wub: I did kind of make a follow up to this story, but I'm still trying to fill in some holes, so we'll see if it continues! Thanks again for the response! I really appreciate it! |
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| xstacex | Jul 27 2008, 06:38 PM Post #7 |
Cesc Loon
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:o Is she pregnant?! I loove it |
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| OneUnited117 | Aug 21 2008, 05:15 PM Post #8 |
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OMG the ending!!! :O :O :O :O I loved it!!!!!!!! It was amazing! Poor them, I feel so bad that they can't be together! :( They sound like they would make a perfect couple! You can't have a marriage if you're in love with someone else, c'mon Fer! You know you want Sof!! |
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