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" Crissssss!!! Cristiano !!! "
Paulo almost tripped over his own steps as he frantically jumped out of bed, the phone in his hand still displaying an article that Costa had sent him, minutes ago. ..An article with a picture taken of Cris -and himself- the moment they were stepping out of the bar.
"... Cris, you need to see this- shiĩttπ- "
A sharp pain electrocuted him from the injured ankle all the way up to his thigh as he jumped on the wrong foot. The injury was getting better when he woke up, a lot better -actually- that he seemed to forget it even existed..
He steadied himself on the frame of the bathroom door, looking down at his foot as if to check with his non-existent x-ray vision if the ankle is still in its place.
- " Fuckin hell, Paulo... " Cris emerged from under the shower, droplets of water splattered on his body with a towel wrapped around his waist. " Can't leave you out of my eyesight for 5 minutes ?! "
Paulo felt a blush heating up his cheeks all the way to his ears. He did like to feel belittled by the man, at times, but the reproachful, scolding tone was genuine rather than playful, this time. He let Cris hold his wrist, helping the boy steady himself against his own body. " ..What happened? "
The boy replied by handing Cris his phone, quietly.
- " We're fucked, Cris. " He muttered as the man was reading the article, no hints of emotional reaction on his face whatsoever. " We're fucked, aren't we ?"
The older man shrugged, giving him his phone back..
- " I don't see the big deal here... "
- " You don't-... " He stumbled on words, eyes wide opened locked with Cris'. " You don't see the big deal? With this? " He held the phone screen up in front of the man's face . " With our risky, little date night being exposed to the fuckin public ??! "
- " You know, Paulo.. You're great at many things, but being a drama queen surely takes the cake. " He went on with a calmness that stirred the boy's agitation further. " Look at the pic closely, there's no way in hell anyone could tell it's you. "
- " But-"
- "-And even if they did happen to make the deduction, read the fuckin title, cause I don't think you have. " Paulo sighed impatiently as his eyes fell on the headline he had skipped in his hurry, written in a large, bold font: Ronaldo spotted on a night out. Do Catalonian girls have a thing for the Portuguese superstar? It was only then that he noticed a few girls in the background, covering their mouths and smiling in a way that looked like they were their nighttime company rather than the sneaky fans they actually were.
