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siete

July 17, 2006

"Nando, we need to buy groceries," Catalina huffed as she placed her hands on her hips.

He hummed from the couch, causing her to sigh and fling the kitchen towel at him.

"Hey!" he whined, rubbing his brown waves, frowning as a 22 year-old Catalina glared daggers at him.

"Just because you did great at the World Cup doesn't mean that you can forget that we are roommates and best friends," she rolled her pretty eyes.

Friends, even after that kiss six years prior. Friends that move in together seeing as they both felt like all they needed was each other.

Yes, they were still simply friends.

He smiled as he looked away from the TV, "We did do great at the World Cup."

She facepalmed as she stood right in front of him in her short stance, "Good lord, Nando, is that all you heard?"

"No, mi corazón, I'll buy the groceries right now," Fernando sighed, turning off the TV, causing Catalina to bite her lip gently as a twinge of guilt hit her; she didn't want him to run around doing stuff for her either, especially since it was during his scarce leisure time.

She shook it off as Fernando, who had been already in a navy Jack and Jones hoodie and black sweatpants, slipped on his Adidas sneakers and picked up his wallet, keys, and phone from the coffee table.

"I'll be back soon," he promised, as he tucked her under his right arm in a short side-hug, walking out and leaving her moments afterwards.

Less than thirty minutes of showering and organizing the kitchen cabinets had passed until Fernando walked through the door, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he hid his hands behind his back.

Looking up from the TV show she had been watching, she narrowed her eyes at the sight of Nando with tousled chocolate hair and a face-splitting grin from ear to ear.

"What've you done, Fernando Torres?"

He shifted on the balls of his feet, "Oh, nothing," he tried to say as innocently as possible.

"And I'm Xavi Hernandez."

"Dios mío, Nando," she gasped as she felt her eyes tearing up as she gently took the pink tulips and alstroemerias from his freckled hands.

"You're aware of the meaning of these?" Cat asked, pointing out to the alstroemerias, earning an instant nod.

"Friendship," the Spaniard stated, with a smile that melted hearts all over Europe.

She still couldn't believe it; she kissed his cheeks to check if he was real.

Catalina melted under his gaze, "You're brilliant," she breathed, "Even if I don't know what tulips stand for."

He shook his head quickly, "It's fine. Better. But don't forget that I'm your best friend, and won't treat you any less than you deserve," Fernando looked at her sincerely.

His heart pumped a little faster as she clung onto him in the firmest of all firm hugs, and so, with the love he held for her, picked her up while softly stroking her beautiful locks of hair, and slowly lowered her on her bed.

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