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WhattsApp group chat called ‘Survivors’ – Members: Luca Marini, Pecco Bagnaia, Alex Marquez, Maverick Vinales
LM10: They’re doing it again…
MV12: What?
LM10: Oh, sorry babe. You’re busy in Doha so you probably haven’t seen Vale’s post
LM10: After Marc posted a story on Sunday evening in which Lucia and him were kissing, Vale posted some pictures yesterday and a video and of course Francesca was there too…
MV12: Very mature… on both sides
FB63: They act like teenagers
AM73: I’m really on the verge of strangling Marc with my own hands
FB63: Don’t do it or all my salary will be used in flights and rentals cars to come to visit you in jail
MV12: I’m sure it can be considered as legitimate defence
AM73: Definitely!
LM10: And did you see the ‘girlfriends’? Always posting a similar picture, in bikini, in bed, at sunset, at the restaurant…
LM10: I bet we weren’t such a copycat like they are even in kindergarten!
FB63: Thank God it’s almost over and they’ll meet next week… and hopefully fuck to make up!
AM73: I love it when you swear babe 😍
LM10: Stop flirting please?
AM73: Why? You and Mav do it all the time
MV12: He’s in abstinence because now that he’s back from Ibiza I’m away and we won’t be able to meet until next week
FB63: Poor babies
LM10: 🖕
MV12: Anyway, I don’t see what we can do, honestly
MV12: We’ve tried in every possible way to convince them to end this and just stay together
AM73: They’re too stubborn
FB63: No, they’re too stupid!
LM10: Both, actually… I’m going to try to talk to Vale again now that we’re back
AM73: I’ll do it with Marc too
FB63: Changing subject, because those two give me a constant headache since one year and half… impressions about season 3 of ‘La Casa de Papel’?
*****
In that same moment, somewhere near Barcelona…
“I wanted to kill you yesterday”
“You can easily do it now. You chose the most remote and secluded place in the surroundings, if you throw me off that corner of the road no one will find me for days…”
“Don’t tempt me…”
Their kisses were growing frantic and demanding, all those days apart, knowing they were in the same place but unable to meet because they weren’t alone, the sly war posting pictures and stories involving Francesca and Lucia to see who’ll be the first to give in and call the other to meet… it was all too much… their insane love was too much. Sometimes, both cursed the moment they met because it all started right there.
But it was useless, fighting against what they have is a lost battle. At the end of the day, they always come back to each other, no matter how many times they got hurt on their way to it.
“Anyway, don’t you dare wear those white socks when you’re with me, you looked like my grandfather.”
Valentino laughed. He did it on purpose, he knew it will lead to a critic from Marc who always has something to say about his outfit, even if he acts like he doesn’t care about fashion.
“Grandfather?”
Marc nodded, smirking because he perfectly knew what being addressed like this made to his lover.
“Well I’m sure your grandpa has never fucked you against a rock on top of a deserted hill like I’m going to do right now…”