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"so here's how this is going to go," coach started saying to šime. "you, david, mark and dejan will compete to see who will score the goal first. it isn't necessary for you to score the goal, so that we can see how you play."

dejan smirked because he knew that this little guy didn't know what he was going against. the three guys looked at each other and smirked, while šime was looking at them, confused. "g-got it." šime said unsure, and his broken accent wasn't really helping him.

nobody but coach anderson expected greatness from this kid.

"and start!"

before coach could finish what he was saying, dejan took the ball and started dribbling it, and šime was trying to steal it back.

dejan passed the ball to david who ran close to the goal and šime thought that he was going to score but he passed it to mike. šime ran towards the mike, him and coach seemingly confused.

mike passed the ball to dejan who was further away; him, mike and david forming a triangle.

dejan started dribbling again, smirking as he did so, about to go score the almost easiest goal ever when šime came out of nowhere and stole the ball from him, and scored from just over 20 metres from the goal.

goalie didn't even have time to react as the ball passed him and went straight into the net of the goal, assuring that šime will get his spot on the team.

šime smiled triumphantly and everyone else was shocked. everyone except the coach, that is. he smiled happily, knowing that šime would do it.

as the shock passed, dejan rolled his eyes while saying: "congrats, you're now officially a part of the team." he would hate to admit that he was actually impressed.

"uhh, thanks." šime smiled at him, almost getting a smile back from dejan. instead, dejan just lifted the corners of his mouth a little but šime's heart was full! this was the first positive thing he got from dejan.

for some reason it made him happy. but he didn't know exactly why.

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dejan lovren was confused.

he was always certain of absolutely everything. but not of this.

why does his heart start racing like a 100 miles per hour and his stomach starts doing flips when he sees šime? he concluded that it was all the furiousness coming out. he absolutely detested the poor guy, right?

every time šime smiled his palms got sweaty and his stomach did the thing. it was because his face was so stupid he wanted to punch it. with his lips. wait what?

what was the deal with that? dejan just wanted for his mind to shut the fuck up. "daj budalo jedna," he declared to himself and put his hands on the sides of the sink in the locker room bathroom. he looked at himself in the mirror, desperately grasping for his sanity to tell him what is going on.

soon he heard some kind of mumbling on the other side of the wooden door. weird, he thought he was all alone. it was about an hour after the practice.

"...nema tu srice, sine moj vrati se tiii," he heard, now certain there was someone there. and exactly the someone he was trying to avoid, singing the familiar lyrics.

"nije u šoldima sve...." he got into the bathroom still singing, not even paying attention to whoever was in there until he heard a voice joining him.

"neka te tu kraj mene, sva u zlatu nek sjaaa, mati dalmacijaaaa" they both finished singing.

šime had that bright smile on his stupid goddamned face that made dejan's stomach do the thing.

"you know that song?" šime asked with hopeful enthusiasm, the one that hoped dejan warmed up to him maybe. but dejan's face was stone cold and he rolled his eyes once again.

"shut up." and left the bathroom, leaving šime alone and disappointed.

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