Hoooola! After two months ... I'm here again! : D do not kill me for having taken so long ... esque high school but just with your social life and your free time, I suppose some will understand me.
I've been reading entries from people I have friends, reading a chapter fic coming up from time to time. From now on I will try to post a meme or rehearsing with my boring life, or something like that.
now to what I, CHAPTER! Finally we finished it T___T Before you begin to read, I'll do a summary for memory, two months ago and the last chapter:
We hab & amdo and was aware that were the focus of their peers.
- I do not care, leave it - he said he realized.
Unexpectedly, Gerard him around his neck with his strong arm and ruffled his hair, teasing Bojan, who could not get rid of him.
- Fuck! Bojan-reacted aggressively, pushing Ely Gerard diriéngole a stern look. Gerard's feet wobbled dangerously back to back, but without knowing how, achieving stand. Bojan immediately walked away, in a suarum out of the Ciutat Esportiva. In front of them and plugging the output was Gerard Pique, whose car was surrounded by fans asking him to autograph pictures and screaming.
- Cursed Sherard. Lah go crazy-Leo rolled his eyes, making the engine roar and driving up to the fans, who departed back in a reflex thinking they were going to die run over by a madman.
Gerard signed the last autograph sticking his head out the window and looking back. To see Leo at the wheel, their smiles gave a side-which was received with much shouting and photos, and pulled away, leaving behind a muI, s? - Asked Leo, with both hands on the wheel. Bojan
was surprised when asked Leo. In fact, Gerard had made him laugh and was so natural that neither had noticed.
The next day, Leo was found again in the same situation: Bojan being home.
- I'll get started charging for trashectos ... - Leo said sarcastically -. Or gasoline hases I give a lot back.
- my mother is that you've encountered a sudden.
- Today, too? - Bojan nodded - Ah. Bojan
had to turn his face toward the window to conceal thesmirk starting to take shape on her face.
Gerard looked in the mirror and moved fast, exceeding the speed limit. Mint chewing gum that still kept its fresh flavor and, hiding his eyes behind their expensive sunglasses, smiled seductively on one side, of which only he knew how-to some girls who were driving a convertible on the left. Without waiting to see their reaction, the advanced standing in the left lane. His arms fully stretched, grabbed the steering wheel tightly and securely. The rest of his body remained relaxed after a morning hard-dand training-in leather seat, his head slightly backward, resting on the headrest. His muscles were defined and marked to perfection under his shirt. Bojan
fingers pattered quietly on the upholstery when the powerful roar of an engine was becoming increasingly vocal, to have the occupant of the vehicle next to it. Gerard choked on the gum to get to meet again with Bojan, that damn kid of seventeen, which prevented his life was simple and without headaches. He jumped in his seat and suddenly, the pawindscreen seemed the most interesting thing in the world. All your muscles are put under tension in just a second, the same as soon returned to look at Gerard. The two did see that he cared nothing for the other, each other and there was no friendship there, but Bojan had finished chasing down the road and looked around, and Gerard with an uncontrollable an urge him to leave behind the speeding car driven by Leo. - Oshea, does that not Sherard eh? - Leo was surprised. Bojan squinted to sharpen vision. A few meterslater, Gerard was standing beside his car, his arms crossed and shaking his foot impatiently, standing in two rows on the busiest street in Barcelona. With a hand movement, Leo told him to stop. Stopped short and parked the car just behind Gerard, earning multiple touches of horn and swearing of other drivers for the accident that could have caused, but neither he nor Bojan, which I was puzzled flinch. In four strides, the blonde came to the door and Bojan hit hard the glass with his knuckles. Bojan, to gesture to annoy yet bewildered, lowered ventanilthe. - Get off the car now - Bojan asked.
- What?
- EHTO ... Sherard ... I think not ...
- Leo, do not you mind if I take you for a while, right? Okay, bye. - Leo left the word in his mouth while he had opened the door, forcing the insurance, and Bojan dragged along the tarmac, clutching his arm tightly.
- WHAT DO YOU PUSSY! Fuck off me! Bojan's face was red with rage.
Leo had disappeared from there, leaving a feeling of abandonment traicióny Bojan; You can explain in a drive? - Bojan laughter gave him what he had said Gerard.
- No, that's why we go to my house.
laid his big hand on the thigh of Bojan, while staring and increased temperature inside the car, causing it to put tight. Bojan gulped so hard that his nuts are resented, looked away from her legs.
- Relax, just kidding. We're not going to my house. - Gerard said, pulling his hand as fast as he had since. She breathed deeply through your nose.
"
you kidding? Careful with me, because I swear that as you get caught you remove &; Eacute; all tonteríay child's innocence
're pretending. " Gerard bit his lower lip, almost hurting, trying to control the inner fire that made him spin and berating himself that he should not think certain things about Bojan, so Só at 17. _________________________________________
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