Manuel Neuer One-Shots

Sugar&Spice

        Chloe’s phone was ringing and she had no idea of why the hell he was calling her at nine AM (wasn’t he supposed to be at practice?), but she picked it up anyway.

         His voice was desperate on the other line – as desperate as Manu’s voice can get, because even on the edge of his seat his voice was still calm, and husky, and every time she heard it on that needy way she thought she was on her way to an early grave.

         “I totally forgot it” He said, and Chloe could hear the sound of cabinets opening and closing, cans falling on the floor and pans hitting against each other “I am supposed to bring a sweet and” He sighed “You know how much I suck with this type of thing.”

         She should tell him to order something from the bakery across the street of(their) his flat.

(She should.)

         But instead she told him she was on her way.

         Chloe didn’t knew how “breaks” were supposed to work – she’d never been “on a break” from a relationship before, the “break” usually being followed by an “up” on previous experiences, yet he sounded so hopeless and anguished(she could picture those baby blue eyes and reddish cheeks begging her for help so easily it was scary, damn that whole familiarity thing) she’d have to be a heartless bitch to deny his plead.

         Really, it doesn’t matter if you’re Jay-Z and Beyoncé or Prince William and Kate Middleton, something that can make or break a couple is called intimacy. 

         It starts awkwardly enough, maybe with one walking on the other peeing, and it progresses as bodily fluids do too (especially if both parties enjoy their alcohol).

         Helping each other to get the aim right and puke on the toilet, picking up the phone when his mother calls and chatting with her about his bad habit of picking on his nose when no one is looking, going out to a suspicious (yet papparazzi free) sushi restaurant that turns out to be a bad, bad idea (Christ, they never saw each other the same way again), her mother telling him all about that awful first boyfriend who convinced her to get that even worst cupcake tattoo (when she had told him it was made together with a friend), sneezing and letting out that (both pretend they didn’t hear it) small fart, and it went on, and on…

         Chloe Becker had no idea when she and Manu became so intimate, just one day, they were.

         Like she knew that he’d wake up earlier than her and would be already brushing his teeth on the sink whilst she did her morning pee, he’d kiss her on the forehead as she washed her hands, giving her a tap on the bum and mumbling he’d let the Nutella jar on the table for her to smother on her toast, almost tripping as he put on his shoes and grabbed his training bag andreached for his cellphone (it was a miracle when he didn’t trip, he was quite a clumsy human), then looking at the clock and realizing he was already late for practice, wishing her a good day and saying he’d be home soon…

         And that intimacy thing, that could either make or break a couple, was what had broken them.

         Chloe was pretty much sure they realized things weren’t like they used to on the good ol’ days around the same time, both missing the excitement and butterflies of the beginning of their relationship, butterflies that appeared with a simple meeting of their eyes or unexpected flowers appearing on her desktop, butterflies not so frequent and not so strong anymore.