š e j a n

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it was time for šime to go back. as much as he dreaded it. as much as he dreaded seeing dejan and being close to him. and seeimg all the boys who hate him for some fucking reason and not even allowing him to play. why does dejan hate him?

"mum can i just stay here? i don't need fancy big schools, i can help here."

"ne zajebavaj, son, go, be someone!" she said words of encouragement to him and soon after he found himself thinking about them on his plane back to new york.

he was going to be someone. he won't let just some dumb ass boy let him down. he is going to fall in love many times in his life and with people who deserved it none the less. not some boys who can't decide and who don't even want to give him a chance to grow and show his full potential. šime will be himself, no matter whoever that is. he is going to learn and make mistakes and grow from them and be someone. because he can.

because his mother told him he could. and he is going to make her proud because she needs it. she needs something good in her life.

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dejan might have fucked up badly, like, really badly. and he started to miss šime again.

in the midst of all that drinking and crying and listening to 'nije u šoldima sve' while drinking some more and literally sobbing until his throat hurt, he saw šime enter the door and he thought he had died. 

he wasn't even aware but a hopeful look didn't leave his face as he stared at the boy like he just saw jesus. and then he threw up all over himself.

and that's how he ended up in the er, with an almost alcohol poisoning. so what, if nothing else, šime was there.

and because šime was a good person he was there the whole time. the whole night he sat in dejan's hospital room.

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dejan woke up. his head was pounding so bad that he wasn't sure if he saw correctly or not but šime was there. or was he? he was looking angelic as he sat on a bedside chair.

"di sam ja to?" was the first thing dejan asked, even though it was obvious he was in the hospital. he didn't recall anything that happened ever since šime left. that was alcohol's doing.

"in the hospital, idiote jedan! you got so drunk you passed out and threw up all over the room!" šime explained.

"oh," was the only thing dejan said as he blushed in embarassment.

"are you aware of what is happening right now? because if you are i have a LOT on my mind." dejan nodded.

"okay so, first of all, jebi se! second of all i don't know what your problem is and what the reason is that you hate me, and frankly i do not care! but you cannot go and just fucking kiss me all of a sudden like it's no big deal and then jebeno go and make up rumours about me! i will not be a part of your game anymore! you can forget it. i don't want anything to do with it!" šime lost his breath from this much talking but damn it felt fucking good! it felt amazing. and he was here for it.

"now if you'll excuse me i have a lot to do, goodbye!" šime added and he was on his merry way to do absolutely nothing, leaving dejan to ponder.

dejan wondered when it became like this. when he first heard of a croatian guy joining his team he was furious, at what point did he start to fall in love with him? it made absolutely no sense whatsoever.

he didn't know if it was too late to make things right, but he was determined this time!

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A/N:

did i fix things? i feel like i fixed things.