Fic: Boredom Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
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aramley. Since you left it non-specific, it ended up a bit crazy, so I hope you like it hun >.<
Title: Boredom Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Pairing: Rafa/Nole
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Despite my many plans to steal them, the boys still aren't mine and this is all fictional.
Summary: Nole misses Rafa so decides to give him a quick call.
A/N: Very silly dialogue fic. I have no idea where this came from, but ah well, it was ridiculously fun to write. My first time really writing either of the boys, so I hope they sound right.
I'm still ridiculously paranoid about everything I write, so any feedback, positive or not, is very much appreciated.
Lots of love and hugs and cuddles for mylast_panda for reading through and reassuring me that it's not complete crap. Ilu bb :3
“Hi, Rafa? Hey it’s Nole”
“Hola Nole. Is something wrong? I not know you be calling.”
“No no, nothing wrong. Just bored and thought I’d annoy you.”
“You bored? You can play. You not stuck at home with stupid knees that no work.”
“Oh yes, such a hard life lying around in the sun with your boyfriend and playing around on jet skis and motorbikes…”
“…my boyfriend?”
“Yeah I saw you and Carlos.”
“Shut up, Carlos is no my boyfriend.”
“No, you just wish he was. You were walking around all half dressed showing off your perfect tan and your flash car, anyone could see what you were up to.”
“No I don’t…”
“Oh you so do. Convenient excuse that knee thing, you know, with him already back home, gives you plenty of time for catching up while everyone else is focused on Wimbledon.”
“No, but…”
“…mind you, one of you with crap knees and the other with a dodgy hip…”
“NOVAK! That’s no fair…”
“Awww, poor baby Rafa with his big crush not returning his attention and his crap knees and here’s me being all mean about it”
“You are mean. You mean, horrible man and I no like you. You know I no want to be here, I want to be there with you, I want to play again.”
“Hey, you know I’m messing with you. I want you back too.”
“Awww, why, you miss me?”
“No, I’m just bored of Roger winning everything again.”
“You no have to lie, you can say you miss me. I no laugh. Well maybe a little bit. But not too much. I try my best.”
“No, why would I miss you? You’re no fun, you just spend all the time looking at Roger with big puppy eyes and showing off in front of him on the practice courts.”
“What? So now I want Roger be my boyfriend? You talk rubbish sometimes.”
“Yeah you do. I get it now, that’s why you’re so good, you keep trying to show off to like half of the tour.”
“Shut up, I no show off.”
“You do, you show off to Roger, to Carlos, the whole Armada worships you, Del Potro now adores you, your little Juan Monaco thinks the sun shines out of your famous ass. Even Murray fancies you… though I guess that one probably wasn’t intended on your part. I bet if you ask everyone on the tour it’d be hard to find ten people that wouldn’t want you. I’m surprised Marat hasn’t made a move already.”
“So… are you one of the ten then?”
“…what ten?”
“The ten people that no want me. Are you one of them, or do you want me Nole?”
“…I…what…no…wait, I mean…”
“Ahahahahaha, you can stop blushing now Nole, I see it from here. You no have to say it, I know you want me.”
“And I thought you were supposed to be the humble one of the ‘big four’…”
“I’m humble. But first you say you want me back, you miss me, now you say everyone wants me. Is obvious you fancy me. You no need to pretend you don't.”
“No, I said I didn’t miss you.”
“Ok, but you still no deny you fancy me.”
“…I hate you.”
“Awww that’s mean, I just give you a chance to say how you really feel. You’ll feel better for it you know. Toni always tell me is not healthy keeping it all inside.”
“…no, I still hate you.”
“Ok, if you hate me you no want to waste time talking to me, no? Bye then.”
“What, no, I didn’t…”
“Adios Nole”
“…Rafa?”
“…”
“Hey, Rafa?”
“…”
“You gone Rafa?”
“…”
“…dammit, come back Rafa…”
“AWWWW YOU DO MISS ME!”
“ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK!”
“No, I just think maybe I surprise you into saying you like me.”
“…I do wonder about you sometimes”
“What?”
“Nothing, just… where you ever… y’know, dropped on your head when you were little or anything?”
“HEY!”
“Or maybe Toni’s hit you around the head a few too many times.”
“…that’s possible… wait, no, I mean… shut up.”
“Well it’s not my fault your uncle abuses you”
“He no abuses me, stupid, he just make sure I know he’s always right. Which he is. Coz he tell me so.”
“I… have nothing.”
“No mock me. Is mean you know?”
“Awww, I’m sorry…”
“…no you’re not.”
“…no, I’m not”
“Well you’re mean and I’m hungry, so I gonna go now.”
“Really this time?”
“Si.”
“You’re not just gonna wait on the other end of the line waiting to give me heart failure with your sudden unexpected insanity?”
“No.”
“Ok. Well I guess I’ll see you soon then.”
“Yeah… Oh, and Nole?”
“…yeah?”
“…I miss you too…”
aramley. Since you left it non-specific, it ended up a bit crazy, so I hope you like it hun >.<Title: Boredom Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Pairing: Rafa/Nole
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Despite my many plans to steal them, the boys still aren't mine and this is all fictional.
Summary: Nole misses Rafa so decides to give him a quick call.
A/N: Very silly dialogue fic. I have no idea where this came from, but ah well, it was ridiculously fun to write. My first time really writing either of the boys, so I hope they sound right.
I'm still ridiculously paranoid about everything I write, so any feedback, positive or not, is very much appreciated.
Lots of love and hugs and cuddles for my
last_panda for reading through and reassuring me that it's not complete crap. Ilu bb :3“Hi, Rafa? Hey it’s Nole”
“Hola Nole. Is something wrong? I not know you be calling.”
“No no, nothing wrong. Just bored and thought I’d annoy you.”
“You bored? You can play. You not stuck at home with stupid knees that no work.”
“Oh yes, such a hard life lying around in the sun with your boyfriend and playing around on jet skis and motorbikes…”
“…my boyfriend?”
“Yeah I saw you and Carlos.”
“Shut up, Carlos is no my boyfriend.”
“No, you just wish he was. You were walking around all half dressed showing off your perfect tan and your flash car, anyone could see what you were up to.”
“No I don’t…”
“Oh you so do. Convenient excuse that knee thing, you know, with him already back home, gives you plenty of time for catching up while everyone else is focused on Wimbledon.”
“No, but…”
“…mind you, one of you with crap knees and the other with a dodgy hip…”
“NOVAK! That’s no fair…”
“Awww, poor baby Rafa with his big crush not returning his attention and his crap knees and here’s me being all mean about it”
“You are mean. You mean, horrible man and I no like you. You know I no want to be here, I want to be there with you, I want to play again.”
“Hey, you know I’m messing with you. I want you back too.”
“Awww, why, you miss me?”
“No, I’m just bored of Roger winning everything again.”
“You no have to lie, you can say you miss me. I no laugh. Well maybe a little bit. But not too much. I try my best.”
“No, why would I miss you? You’re no fun, you just spend all the time looking at Roger with big puppy eyes and showing off in front of him on the practice courts.”
“What? So now I want Roger be my boyfriend? You talk rubbish sometimes.”
“Yeah you do. I get it now, that’s why you’re so good, you keep trying to show off to like half of the tour.”
“Shut up, I no show off.”
“You do, you show off to Roger, to Carlos, the whole Armada worships you, Del Potro now adores you, your little Juan Monaco thinks the sun shines out of your famous ass. Even Murray fancies you… though I guess that one probably wasn’t intended on your part. I bet if you ask everyone on the tour it’d be hard to find ten people that wouldn’t want you. I’m surprised Marat hasn’t made a move already.”
“So… are you one of the ten then?”
“…what ten?”
“The ten people that no want me. Are you one of them, or do you want me Nole?”
“…I…what…no…wait, I mean…”
“Ahahahahaha, you can stop blushing now Nole, I see it from here. You no have to say it, I know you want me.”
“And I thought you were supposed to be the humble one of the ‘big four’…”
“I’m humble. But first you say you want me back, you miss me, now you say everyone wants me. Is obvious you fancy me. You no need to pretend you don't.”
“No, I said I didn’t miss you.”
“Ok, but you still no deny you fancy me.”
“…I hate you.”
“Awww that’s mean, I just give you a chance to say how you really feel. You’ll feel better for it you know. Toni always tell me is not healthy keeping it all inside.”
“…no, I still hate you.”
“Ok, if you hate me you no want to waste time talking to me, no? Bye then.”
“What, no, I didn’t…”
“Adios Nole”
“…Rafa?”
“…”
“Hey, Rafa?”
“…”
“You gone Rafa?”
“…”
“…dammit, come back Rafa…”
“AWWWW YOU DO MISS ME!”
“ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK!”
“No, I just think maybe I surprise you into saying you like me.”
“…I do wonder about you sometimes”
“What?”
“Nothing, just… where you ever… y’know, dropped on your head when you were little or anything?”
“HEY!”
“Or maybe Toni’s hit you around the head a few too many times.”
“…that’s possible… wait, no, I mean… shut up.”
“Well it’s not my fault your uncle abuses you”
“He no abuses me, stupid, he just make sure I know he’s always right. Which he is. Coz he tell me so.”
“I… have nothing.”
“No mock me. Is mean you know?”
“Awww, I’m sorry…”
“…no you’re not.”
“…no, I’m not”
“Well you’re mean and I’m hungry, so I gonna go now.”
“Really this time?”
“Si.”
“You’re not just gonna wait on the other end of the line waiting to give me heart failure with your sudden unexpected insanity?”
“No.”
“Ok. Well I guess I’ll see you soon then.”
“Yeah… Oh, and Nole?”
“…yeah?”
“…I miss you too…”
