Football Smuts

Unspoken Words part 3 - CR7

The barrage of text messages that flooded my inbox told me I had to be here but did I want to be here? No. Not in any way, shape or form. But everyone insisted I had to be here simply because it was Cristiano's birthday and what type of best friend would skip such an event? That was the gist of everything everyone said, and no matter how many times I protested, they told me I had to come.

So I reluctantly drove over and was now purposely dragging my steps slowly into the building. I was sure my face didn't scream happy because I wasn't. We hadn't spoken in a week since our little tift after I told him my feelings. He didn't bother reaching out to send a text message, a call, nothing. I felt he was the one in the wrong, and I was far too stubborn to give in to the man that always got his way and contacted him first, so instead, we just continued not to talk. I didn't know how long that would last since I was at his celebration.

Maybe we could exchange a few awkward glances across the room and let that be it without me ever having to say anything to him. I wouldn't have minded that too much. I didn't want our first conversation to come in front of other people. I wasn't even sure if anyone knew why we weren't talking or if they just knew I had disappeared from his life for the past few days. It would be a bit embarrassing if they did happen to know.

The first person to spot me was Marcelo, who quickly began bounding over towards me with that bright grin on his face that was a bit too contagious. "You're here! I wasn't sure if you were going to show."

"Yeah, trust me, I don't want to be here." I had to be honest, and Marcelo seemed to understand that as all he did was nod and wrap his arm around my shoulder, beginning to lead me to the crowd. "So, who's his special guest of the evening?" The question came off more harshly and bitter than I intended, but he chuckled in response, amused by my shady jabs.

"He didn't bring anyone. Why? Were you worried Irina would be here?" My head immediately whirled to look directly at him. "I know everything," he responded, already knowing what I was thinking.

Ugh. Of course, he would tell him. I rolled my eyes, and Marcelo began to counter with, "You two should talk." I wasn't having that. "No thanks. If he wanted to talk, he would have. I'm not entertaining him tonight. I just came to eat and satisfy your pestering."

We both grew silent as we neared everyone else, some turning to speak to me with either a wave and a hello or getting up from where they sat to hug me. From the corner of my eye, I could see Cristiano dancing and singing into a microphone in the distance. He sure seemed in good spirits. A bitter piece of me was hoping he was as annoyed as I was, but I guess another part of me was glad he was enjoying his birthday and relaxed.

When he spotted me, his expression seemed to change. His jaw flexed and tightened as it often did when he was uncomfortable or upset, but I turned away and began avoiding his gaze. He must have been a bit surprised to see me.

I quickly took a seat and began wandering my eyes in any direction but his. James could probably notice my boredom as he sat to my right, nudging me playfully in the side. "Long time no see, stranger. Where have you been?"

I smiled and shrugged. "Just around. Life gets a bit busy, I guess."

I was close to saying something else until I took in a familiar scent, and the identifying cause was soon lowering his face between the space where James and I sat, but he didn't bother addressing me. "Get up and get in this picture," Cristiano instructed James. He nodded and smiled as he rose from his chair to head off with Cristiano. All I did was scoff.

Cris had a way of being particularly petty when he wanted to be. He knew I was sitting there and didn't even acknowledge me. Granted, I hadn't even recognised him with a 'Happy Birthday'. I wouldn't dare be the first to give in. Instead of focusing on them all taking pictures nearby, I sipped the water in front of me and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, pretending to busy myself with the many social media applications on my phone.

I found myself lost on Instagram as I scrolled past picture after picture until a hand reached from behind where I sat and covered the screen. "Wh—" I began to question who was interrupting my viewing, but when I turned, I was met with the last person I wanted to talk to.

Cristiano.

He didn't have a smile on his face. He held no discernable facial expression at all. Instead, he just began to speak. "You come to a birthday party and decide to ignore everyone and sit on your phone? Can't even say happy birthday to the man of the hour?"

"Happy Birthday, Cristiano." My celebratory statement wasn't so much stated in a celebratory tone which only made Cris chuckle in mild amusement. He lowered himself closer to my ear as he began to talk. "You're stubborn as fuck; you know that?"

I shrugged, already knowing well enough how I was. "I'm aware."

Without another word or explanation, Cristiano held out his hand to me, causing me to look up at him, confused. "What?"

"Get up," he stated. Unwillingly, I stood up and reluctantly placed my hand on top of his palm. He started to lead the way to the designated dancing space and pulled me close regardless of the song's rhythm. "You know this is a fast song, right?"

"Then pick up your feet faster," he joked while his hand found its way to the small of my back.

There goes that feeling again.

"We need to talk," he revealed before continuing to speak. "We've been avoiding each other. It's obvious, and I get it. It took me a while to think about everything you told me. I guess I wasn't expecting you to admit that. I know I didn't have the best reaction, but I don't apologise."

I decided to butt in briefly. "Are you not apologising because you got Irina instead?" Cristiano chuckled in my ear. "I don't have Irina."

"Why not?"

"It just didn't work out. I realised I wasn't making the best decision for myself."

"So what is the best decision for you, Mr Ronaldo?" I was pushing for him to reveal what he wanted to say, and he seemed to take my challenge well. He drew back so he could look me directly in the eyes. "Having you."

My mind had somewhat expected him to say that from how he danced to the topic, but my ears were still somewhat sceptical. Was he admitting the feelings were mutual? "How do I know you're not just saying this now and you won't change your mind?"

"Because I've realised I've been in love with you from the beginning. Look, I can profess my love to you later when we're not here with a bunch of people, but trust me, my feelings are genuine." I couldn't even hide my wide grin now as it broke the surface of my face. "I will ensure you do that later since you're offering."

And now a smile was breaking Cristiano's face. Still, I didn't have too long to admire it as his lips puckered and met mine, meshing them together to draw the attention of everyone around us as they erupted into celebratory screams. I laughed against his lips, and he did as well, a bit embarrassed by the attention.

"So when do I get my birthday sex? Too soon?" He uttered lowly. "You haven't even taken me out on a date," I countered.

"What do you call all of those movie nights?"

"Best friends hanging out."

"Well, best friends make for the best lovers I've heard."