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Chapter 1
On the outskirts of Madrid is a boarding school called "Real Madrid" a boarding school that boasts its education and sports qualities and students all excel in either education and sports. The school is also known for its football club that also goes by "Real Madrid" consisting of players known famously for their undeniably good skills. Among them is the senior Luka Modric, who not only excels in football but also in his studies. He is respected by the students for he may be small but his wits and his talents speak for him.
Among such admirers is Sergio Ramos. Ramos is the junior, 17 year old, fresh teenager with a cool haircut that his followers on MySpace adore. Modric and Ramos played together for their football club in every tournament and their friendship only strengthens with every game. Ramos has secretly wished for more but for the senior Modric, Ramos could never be more than a friend. No that would be too much, for Ramos was his dear dear beloved junior who admired him greatly and his biggest fear would be to disappoint his junior either in his studies, sports or anything in general.
Their last game as a team had ended with a win against their biggest rival Barcelona with a 2 - 1, close but never the less satisfying. Ramos came to hug his beloved senior for within two weeks Modric would leave him behind and graduate. Nothing in this world could compare to his pain and as for Modric he was ecstatic. Not only will he be leaving highschool with good grades, he would be leaving with a win for his football club. Modric in his embrace with Ramos noticed that this simple hug was longer than any of their hugs that they have shared before. Ramos was deep in his neck and tight in his waist, Modric then hugged back tighter when he realized that he would be graduating without this dear junior who admired him greatly. He played with Ramos' long edgy but "cool and in style" hair which was indeed much longer than his famous blonde hair. Modric asked softly "Are you in tears because we won or are you sad that I'm leaving" he finished with a chuckle to which Ramos quickly escaped the hug and looking down at his feet quietly replied "You just don't understand" to which Modric cupped Ramos' face with his hands and replied "I am simply graduating not leaving this earth, ofcourse we will stay in touch you goose" to which he ended his sentence by turning Ramos and playfulling slapping his back to which Ramos arched from the stinging pain and whined "How will we stay in touch when you refuse to make a social media account?! You will never see me writing letters and sending postcards" Modric could only laugh at his cute angry junior who was very passionate about the internet, social media accounts and cool hip hairstyles.
A hand came swirling around Modric's hip during their conversations and Modric knew in instant from the firm grip that these arms belonged to Gareth Bale. Bale and Modric had always a thing going on ever since Modric joined the football club. They were in the same classes, same club and same floor in their hostel so they were pratically together for nearly 24 hours daily. The British lad was very charming and Modric would be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to him. Not only was he a great player but he helped Modric alot during their freshmen year, getting introduced to the English language and the city of Madrid. "I did not see you once after we had our final goal and I was really excited to celebrate with you" Bale huskily said as he let go of the back hug with a kiss on Modric's nape which released a swarm of butterflies in his stomach and he could only reply with a chuckle. Ramos was burning inside with jealousy, Bale was tall, handsome and had really big blue eyes and compared to him he was skinny lanky and a little bit shorter but every centimeter counts (🤪). Bale went in for the broest bro hug with Ramos and went away to greet the other players.
"Will you really not send me letters?" Modric asked with puppy eyes which he was very aware that Ramos was weak to but this time Ramos stood his ground "Myspace or Facebook, take it or leave it Modric" Modric burst out laughing "Okay okay! I'll make an account as soon as I return to Croatia" this sentence then brought the face of impending doom again to Ramos to which Modric could only respond to by kissing Ramos' forehead and pulling him into a tight hug. "But I will still be waiting for your letters Ramos, you know how much I love your handwriting".
The club members were celebrating their last win with the legal members downing booze and partying. Modric was one of them, he was one of the students who had finished all his papers unlike some who still had a paper or two. They were dancing, laughing, some passed out. Modric was searching for water when he ran into Bale and they hugged and talked about the game again and the beautiful head goal by Cristiano and Marcelo's assists. Modric could never maintain eye contact for long with Bale. Those blue eyes and handsome face were Modric's biggest weakness. Bale too knew this and loved seeing this little Croatian man so weak to his attempts of flirting. It excited Bale deeply and their long situationship finally came to an end when Bale whispered in Modric's ears, "Let's go back to the hostel... no one will be there, it will be just us". These invitations were what Modric had been waiting for for a very long time, ever since Bale kissed him on the cheek that night in their sophmore year when only the two of them went to watch a romcom in the city because all their friends had forgot about it.
Modric looked into Bale's eyes and took his hand to which Bale replied by taking him out of that place. They weren't aware of the audience that had been secretly observing them leave the place. Marcelo huffed "Well that only took them two years" and Cristiano replied with a chuckle "If it were me, I wouldn't even wait for Modric's response and carry him out of here". Ramos didn't say anything, he just held his sprite in his hand, at a loss for words as he was overcome by jealousy, sadness and anger. How could he ever compete with a tall, handsome, blue eyed English man for he was just a cute, edgy internet addict junior in his favourite senior's eyes.
Modric and Bale returned to the boys hostel and they were the only ones there. As they entered Bale's room which he shared with Cristiano, Modric hugged him from the back, hiding his shy face from the big english man. Bale took Modric's hands and kissed them softly, the room was dark and the mood was filled with teenage hormones. Bale turned around and finally got Modric to meet his piercing gaze. Modric's heart was beating out of his chest as they finally share a kiss, which got deeper by the minute. Time had seem to pause for the young lovers as they take their clothes off of each other. Modric spent the night in Bale's embrace.
Suddenly two weeks had flown by. The day of the graduation ceremony had arrived in the blink of an eye. Modric, in his gown and cap looked at himself in the mirror. His packed suitcases on the floor, his bed was made and the room which he shared with Marcelo for four years had returned to its original empty state waiting for its new owner. It finally hit him in the heart and he was getting emotional. He lived his life in this boarding school. Four years ago he received his scholarship, afraid of the new place and was quietly crying in his father's arms. Now he was crying softly in his own hands, afraid to leave behind his teenagehood and leave for the real world. The graduation ceremony ended and they took several pictures from digital cameras and camcorders. Hugs and goodbyes filled the hall and the outskirts. The schoolbus heading to the city was about to leave in an hour and Modric and Bale had finished packing and mounting their suitcases in the bus. Someone had called out his name from a distance and he saw his favourite junior, Ramos.
Modric quikly left Bale and ran towards Ramos and into his arms. They hugged for a while as the sun began setting with sky showing the most beautiful colours of orange, pink and purple. Ramos finally spoke "I will miss you..." to which Modric could only reply with a smile with tears in his eyes "But Modric, I have something to say and I know I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I don't tell you now" Modric was confused but he couldn't care less as long as his dear junior got everything off his chest first.
"I will not send you letters nor postcards" "Ofcourse you don't have to force yourself I will be making an internet social media accoun-" "I love you Luka Modric".
Quiet, only the sounds of the birds chirping and students and family speaking and laughing could be heard in the background. Modric was frozen and his eyes were wide.
Ramos continued "I know these feelings I have for you....You cannot.... I know you do not feel the same and I cannot put up this act of being your dear junior who only looks up to you.. don't get me wrong, I respect you.. I IDOLIZE you but this moment is very... crucial...."
"What.." were the only words that could come out the bewildered Modric.
"This may be the last time we see each other so I wanted to let you know how I feel... how I have always felt about you and I can not let you go without telling you the truth...so no, I won't be sending you letters unless those letters can express my love for you which I clearly know won't happen because your heart belongs to Bale"
Ramos finally stopped, he had determination in his eyes but Modric wasn't sure if he was confessing to convince him to leave Bale or asking him to be in a secret affair. Well the whole confession shocked him so he wasn't in his right mind. Ramos took his hand and was about to speak again when Bale called out "Modric come now! The bus driver is here!"
Modric let go of his hands from Ramos' hold and replied softly "I love you very much Ramos and I know that you are aware of it! But how can you be so selfish and... "discard" the beautiful frienship we had formed for the past three years at the last day of... how could you hurt me deeply like this?" Ramos replied, "My actions towards you have never been "friendly"... I gave you signs just like Bale has been giving you but you chose to see me as nothing but your little innocent junior who is in need of your help". Every word that came out of Ramos' mouth only hurted him more and more and he replied with tears in his eyes, nose pink from the stinging of the refusal to let his emotions free "Forgive me for I have been so blind to your actions which I must be blamed for because all I wanted was a brother, a family in this wild new city that even after four years I am still a complete stranger to". Modric finished his sentence, pulled away from Ramos and never looked back.
The bus ride was long, it took the whole night to reach Madrid and Bale was aware of Modric's sour emotions. He held his hands and whispered "I don't know what happened but forget it Modric, we have left that place behind now so leave those feelings behind too" to which Modric could only nuzzle into Bale's shoulder as a reply.
After a while Bale spoke again, "Modric.... don't go back to Croatia... follow me to Wales, and we will get... Marry me Luka".