A/N: this fic is in preparation of the My Porcelain Doll Side Story. In truth…for those who read the fic, the last chapter is written…I'm just withholding it because I haven't published the first chapter of my next chaptered story…which is entitled Wings of Glass…also an OliverEnrique but AU setting…so watch out for that…
A Boy in Love
OneShot
Oliver frowned.
With an impatient click of his tongue, the French boy picked up the fruitlessly spinning Amphilyon and chucked it at Enrique, bouncing the thing off the blonde's hard head.
"Oi 'Rique…" he called, momentarily stopping their pseudo-beybattle when his opponent came to. "Are you going to take this seriously?"
Poor Enrique thought he had heard Are you going to take me seriously? and his summer blue eyes widened in confusion and fear.
The greenette sighed are summoned Unicolyon back to his hand before going over to him.
"Look 'Que," he said with a gentle sternness. "We'll be playing already tomorrow. Would you want to lose?"
The Italian seemed the have returned to himself. "Sorry Oli. I just lost concentration. Let's…let's get back to the game…"
Oliver consented for the time being, but his worry increased as he cast a backward glance at his best friend.
Something was definitely up, and miracles of miracles, Enrique wasn't telling him about it…
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The haughty Italian was spread out on the couch in a Johnny-like fashion. His relaxing position was shadowed when a moroseful figure blocked the light.
"O-o-oliver?" Enrique jumped up and immediately gave space for his friend to sit down.
"Sorry if I was harsh a while ago…" the Frenchman began pointedly.
The blonde 'oh'-ed and merely nodded, re-immersing himself in his unknown misery.
Oliver was quite surprised at the reaction he got but he let the silence prolong incase the blonde would decide to open up.
But it seemed the process was taking a long time…
The green-haired boy waved his hand in front of Enrique's face.
"Enrique…"
No response.
"Alo…mon amis…"
Still nothing.
"Earth to Giancarlo."
Nada.
"There are naked women walking outside Robert's castle…"
Amusedly enough, the Italian was slow to react to the statement. "…what?"
Oliver sighed. "Are you all right?"
Dull sky eyes could not bring themselves to meet lavender. "As perky as pizza…"
That didn't dissuade the Frenchman. "You seem…distracted."
The room the two were in grew hot.
The greenette grinned, finally knowing full well what Enrique's problem was. He was French after all.
"Make sure you give Robert a good game tomorrow…" Oliver whispered slowly, leaning sideways toward the blonde, delicately resting his slenderly-built hand on the playboy's thigh…dangerously close to a place unwanted.
The Italian's breath hitched in his throat. "O-oliver please…" Enrique put on a forced smile and pushed the hand off. "I'll give Robert a good game tomorrow…" he reassured, patting the back of the boy's hand with some hesitation before making a big mistake and looking up at the beautiful French boy's face.
Their noses were less than inches apart.
Heavy air and heat dulled their senses. Blue eyes surveyed rosy parted lips with passing interest before asking the greenette an unspoken question.
A sigh escaped Olliver's lips. Turmoil enveloped glazed lavender eyes for a minute of two before sliding closed and leaning a smidgen nearer.
The twitch of a smile jerked on Enrique's face before he closed further distance between them.
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The next day, the Majestics won the European Championships.
ENDA/N:…I'm sure those who know me are saying 'weh' by now and guess what? this fic DOES deserve a big long 'wEeEeEeh ching…anong ginagawa mo….?!' because this is total piece of crap…well I think it is…dunno about you guys…so…Review! enjoy!xD ciAo…