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za onak troje ljudi koji ovo citaju: fala vam this one's for u!!!

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šime knew.

šime knew before he allowed himself to know. he just knew he was going to let this boy in. he. had. to. love does this dumb thing to you. makes you all weird and mushy and šime didn't particularly ever like that but i mean fuck, right. (cisto da se razumijemo ovo mi je najdrazi mini paragraf koji sam ikad napisala)

he didn't know when he was going to stop fooling the poor boy or what will he make dejan do before he tells him that he is actually so fucking in love with him that it is, in fact, insane and borderline obsessive but let's face it, it was going to be fucking adorable.

šime was laying in bed and thinking, thinking of the boy who is about 4 feet away from him, but somehow still so away. for now.

where was šime's determination not to let dejan fuck up his whole life and academic career now? gone with the wind, poof. it all vanished in thin air when dejan smiled and šime was scared.

what if dejan was just out to hurt him again? what if it was all just some kind of a mind fuck game that was going to make šime regret he was born? it could very well be possible. and šime didn't really know what to think. so he stopped thinking at all and went to sleep.

he only woke up because his alarm rang, signaling that he had to get ready for his practice. he rolled out of the bed and onto the floor, hitting his head in the process. "ma bravo glupane retardirani!" he yelled at himself, clearly not in the mood. for some reason he was just lazy. he wanted to just curl up somewhere and have dejan spoon him and play with his hair that desperately needed a cut.

wait no, šime didn't want that. he wanted to practice. and that's it. he wanted to play soccer not think about a dumb boy. yes. soccer. got it.

he came onto the soccer field ready fo train after splashing his face with cold water for approximately 20 minutes.

"great of you to have joined us!" coach said sarcastically. šime blushed and the rest of the team laughed. it wasn't a mean laugh, just a laugh. šime was finally treated right and it made him really happy. who would have thought.

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dejan was just all over the place. nobody but him knew about what friday's game could bring to the whole team. there were serious scouts everywhere, looking for players for the biggest teams in the world, the best. and dejan desperately wanted to be picked.

he was on his toes that day, even more than any other day, and he didn't even 'bother' šime that much today which made the other boy worry a little. what if dejan has lost interest in him?then he would just prove what kind of a person he is. but dejan didn't lose interest.

curse him for being the team captain and for having to know everything.

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friday was 6 days ahead. each day, dejan woke up extremely early, got ready, and practiced so hard that his legs were shaking. he was so distracted that he didn't do this every day like he used to do, he did it ocassionaly and this is the outcome.

when dejan got home from his morning practice on tuesday, he was hoping to catch some more sleep, like he usually did. but šime was up bright and early, getting some assignments started and some done. he was probably the only person on this campus who gave a fuck about these assignments and about school in general.

"where were you?" šime asked dejan before the other even entered the room.

"oh, i was just p-practicing." dejan said, his breathing still irregular from all the walking. šime looked at him with a puzzled expression. who would wake up that early and go practice. "you should come with me tomorrow."

šime smiled and nodded happily, not even knowing what he was getting himself into.

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IM THROWING GOOD SHIT YOUR WAY RN.