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HoOly shit okej ovo sranje ima 1k readsa ja ne mogu vjerovat what

doslovno sam mislila da ce onak dve i pol osobe (jer ih tolko ukupno znam) ovo procitat, a actually vas vise ovo cita omg...

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both dejan and šime had a silent agreement not to mention the whole 'we-made-out-on-a-soccer-field' situation. mostly because the two boys can't even look at each other without blushing like mad men. they wanted to discuss it but, well, no they didn't.

it just so occasionally happened that the two boys randomly made out wherever and whenever. and they liked it that way.

well, šime pretended he didn't. but the thing with šime was that he was only pretending. and the only person who was convinced was, well, šime, but he wasn't either. all of his displeasure about what was going on was more the need for him to be at least pretending he was considering then right thing. which he wasn't. ever. at all. even in the slightest.

truth was, šime enjoyed their situation thoroughly even though he wanted dejan to make things a little more official. because šime wanted some kind of security. closure. something to rely on that made dejan not able to escape when shit got rough. and he presumed that with dejan, shit would get rough all the time.

he would be sure to mention it once to dejan but he still wasn't really convinced that dejan wanted him the way šime wanted dejan so instead, he stayed silent and enjoyed every second they had together until something terrible swings his way.

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dejan was nervous. as he always seemed to be the last few months that he knew šime. the boy had such a big impact on him. dejan was fidgeting and sweating, hoping that this would all just come to an end. he felt nauseous and faint. like he was about to collapse. his arm was itching and he wanted to cry.

when he got to šime he was a mess. he was pale and cold. he thought it was only the fact that he was nervous. "oh, šime, hi!" when he saw šime, dejan slightly jogged to him, his knees wobbly.

"are you okay?" šime asked, worried. šime thought dejan looked weird. he was all sweaty and pale. he barely held balance at all.

"yeah, meet me lat-" dejan started but everything went black. he passed out which threw šime in immediate panic.

"oh my god somebody call the... the...  koji kurac kako se to zove na engleskom? oh right! the ambulance! somebody call the fucking ambulance!" šime yelled to anyone who was near, forgetting words which made him feel terrible, but he had no time for that.

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at the hospital, šime was that guy. the one that panicked at everything. the worried husband or wife if you will.

"mr. lovren," the doctor started, totally pronouncing dejan's last name wrong. "is okay, he was just dehydrated so he's on the IV, but he also has chicken pox which could be dangerous at his age." she finished.

šime started to laugh manically. "so you're telling me," šime was unable to catch his breath from laughing so hard. "that dejan has chicken pox?"

"that's correct." she answered.

"okay, when can i see him?" šime was now serious. asking the 'real' question.

"i'm sorry, only friends and family are able to see him."

"oh, well i'm his fiancé." šime blatantly lied but he needed to see dejan.

"oh, i'm sorry, then, mr?" she wondered how to say his last name.

"vrsaljko. don't even try to pronounce that." šime waved it off.

"well, come this way then," the woman showed with her hand for šime to follow him.

when šime saw dejan, he was unable to contain his laugh. so he laughed for about 10 minutes straight, making dejan roll his eyes more and more each minute.

"hehehehe, very funny, šupčino!" dejan mocked.

"oh come on, you know you love it!" šime giggled.

"no i don't, but i do love you!" šime retorted, making the other boy choke on his spit.

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long time no see nisam dobro laku noc!

sime vrsaljko je art morala sam to podijelit