š e j a n

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A/N:

zasto netko uopce ovo cita? good luck i guess.

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dejan was sober. for the first time in days. and it felt right. it felt good because even if he isn't proving anything to šime, he is to himself.

šime was avoiding dejan. it pained him a little, but his tvrdoglava guzica didn't allow him to succumb to dejan's idea of another chance and all the other bullshit the other said. 

he focused on his school. it was going well for him. his grades have gotten up, he was doing assignments weeks before they were due, he might even pass this semester with a 4.0 GPA if he continues like this. not to mention his soccer. it was at its peak, with all of his anger issues that he showed on the field, he was top notch. he discovered some new techniques now that he was focusing on his practices. and it felt amazing not having any distractions.

well, he wouldn't mind this one little distraction. but he won't let that little distraction called dejan just waltz back into his life like he owns the place. no, he will have to go above and beyond in order for šime to let him in again.

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dejan was distracted by a boy that paid him no mind. most of the time when he was somewhere like in classes or with people, he wouldn't give them their time of the day. he was thinking of how to woo šime back into his life. and so far, it was going to shit.

dejan didn't even know the poor fellow. or what he liked besides soccer and books. how the fuck was he going to make everything work out was probably the hardest thing he was attempting in his life. but he didn't give a crap because this was šime and šime deserves everything. if šime demanded that the other boy goes and climbs mount everest guess what, bitch. dejan's on it. 

well climbing mount everest would be easy because dejan would know what šime wanted but this is just torture. how can dejan make it up to him when he doesn't know what šime wants? it was all so confusing that dejan just groaned in his pillow.

the other boy looked up from his book briefly and looked at dejan, confusion written all over his face. "is there something bothering you?" šime asked, trying to stiffle a laugh that escaped everything.

dejan was happy that šime was not entirely ignoring his existence. "yes." dejan said and looked at šime intently.

"what would that be?" šime went back to reading his book, playing uninterested but still halfway listening.

"you." dejan simply replied and buried his head in his pillow and groaned harder in frustration. šime laughed a little but made sure dejan didn't hear it. he found the whole situation amusing.

"oh?" šime asked, giggling.

"i just can't figure you out, jebote!" dejan exclaimed, literally crying.

šime giggled this time loudly, making dejan's insided do that weird flippy thing and make his heart race like he just ran a marathon. šime also felt this way.

dejan threw a pillow at šime - and missed - who looked betrayed. šime gasped and took his shoe from the ground, throwing it at dejan and hitting him in the head.

dejan gasped, a shocked expression displayed itself on his face. "how dare you?! i thought we had something!" he exclaimed, acting dramatically and everything he said was exaggarated.

"yeah, yeah, you just thought." šime said, rolled his eyes playfully and went back to his book, giggling slightly which made dejan smile so hard.

he felt content like that. he felt hopeful, like they could work out. he definitely felt himself fall deeper in love with the other boy as he gazed upon him intently. he was just so perfectly amazing, and looked angelic without even trying.

dejan knew he wanted this boy in his life forever.

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A/N:

kaj¿