"But Mestalla," I was wordless as I observed Katya in disappointment.
"Come on, a stadium like a stadium. There is a lot more to see in the city than that." I sigh in disappointment, and, as expected, I feel devastated because no one respects my desires.
"Now she's going to sulk like this 'til tomorrow," I hear Denis's statement behind my back.
I stand with my arms crossed, just waiting for the moment when they will give in to me. And it finally happens.
"Fedya will take you to Mestalla, and I will show Katya the sights, so we will meet here in about an hour. Does everyone agree?" I glanced at Fedya for a moment, then nodded with a sigh. This is not what I really wanted, but if this is the only way to see the stadium, I accept.
"Same old Vika," he laughed, earning my baffled gaze.
"All your life, you get everything you want, in precisely the identical manner. You truly are a talent," I shrugged and excitedly headed for the stadium as he followed me.
"What is so special about football?", He amazed me with his question, so I frankly grinned.
"That's what I should ask you. After all, you are the one who plays football. "
"I am a man, so it basically goes without saying. You're a girl after all, "I scowl when I hear his response.
"Prejudice again." He tries to say something, but I interrupt him.
"It's best to simply not talk. I don't want to argue with you."
•Fedya's pov•
I discreetly observe my best friend's sister while she enthusiastically wanders around the stadium.
I've known her my entire life, and I've always looked at her solely as Denis's younger sister, but everything changed after I slept with her. I don't understand what the hell was wrong with me to let something like that happen. When he finds out, Denis will kill me.
"The Earth is calling for Fedya. Where did your thoughts go?", she waved her hand in front of my face, drawing my attention.
"I recalled how peaceful you looked when Denis first showed you to me. You merely had a month. He didn't stop talking about you," I caught a slight blush on her face while she couldn't suppress her smile.
"And now here goes that famous question, which I have heard a million times - Where did that quiet kid go?"
"Not really. I couldn't even imagine you so tranquil." I noticed that I had surprised her, so she grinned brightly.
"Thank you."
"What for?"
"Because you are the only one who thinks so. And for the fact that I could always reach you when I didn't have anyone else." I accept her in my arms, aware that that embrace will never be able to be as harmless as it once was.
"Remember when I took you out of custody?", she put her hands over her face as if she is ashamed 'cause of that, which is why I sincerely smile.
"I didn't dare call Denis because I was certain he would kill me. In fact, I still don't understand how I'm alive," she peeks at me suspiciously, as if waiting for my reply.
"Possibly because I never told him. I assumed it would be better if he didn't know about your fight," I tell her the truth, earning a confused look from her.
"But you tell everything to Denis."
"Not everything. I never told him about your attempt," I say sufficiently for her to comprehend what I meant, but I still keep silent about the detail that frightens me.
What would have happened if I had been belated?
"I assumed you did. He did not separate from me for days."
"I informed him you appeared too sad to me, but I never told him I encountered you with a hand full of pills," I said and noticed a slight difference in her grimace. No matter how badly she tried to hide her emotions, I could always read it.
"What else did you keep quiet about?" She asked amusingly, so now I was the one to get serious.
"Everything that happened between us," I glanced at the stands, trying to escape her sight. For the first time in my life, I am ashamed of something I did.
"Fedya", I look at her dazed, while I sense a certain tension between us.
"It is not your fault. It just happened," she says softly, which I just nod my head at. It's easier for me if I believe in that.
"It's actually my fault," she says quietly, so I can barely catch the words. She turns her back on me and walks towards the field, so I choose not to ask her anything. I won't get an explanation anyway.
I glance at the phone and realize that in five minutes, we should meet with Denis and Katya.
"We should go," I say nervously because I somehow want to stay here with her.
"I don't really want to get out of here," she looked at me pleadingly and I was slightly relieved. One of her pleading looks is enough to get her whatever she wants.
"Okay. Just wait for me to inform Denis first." I took the phone out of my pocket but felt her hand on mine.
"Why do we have to call? After all, you are here," the tension reappeared as she watched me like this. I put the phone back in my pocket and left the role of leader to her.
•Vika's pov•
"He's going to kill us," Fedya groans as we walk home, soaked.
"You truly had to push me?", he frowned at me, and I nodded with a smile.
Let's just state I couldn't bear my cravings, so he got the worst of it on our way back from Mestalla. Who blames him for wanting to fool with me? The sea is even mild punishment for him.
"Come on, grumpy, how can you be mad at me? After all, I'm also soaked 'cause of you. You didn't actually have to drag me with you." As if he had just become aware of that fact, he peeked at me.
He examined me while I cursed myself 'cause of the decision to wear a white T-shirt. Now that I am soaked, it has become fully transparent.
"Hurry up. You'll catch a cold." He looked away and quickened his pace as I persisted in walking the same way. When he realized I hadn't listened to him, he turned to me.
"You truly want Denis to kill me, don't you?" I shook my head, then quickened my pace 'cause he doesn't deserve trouble. And I consistently produce them.
•Fedya's pov•
"Are you two insane?", Denis starts yelling as soon as he sees us so soaked in the living room. I notice how he looks at Vika as if he already knows that this is her fault.
"Go change your clothes." I provide her an opportunity to flee, so she goes upstairs with a grateful smile.
"Where have you been? And why didn't you inform me? Fuck, Fedya, it's already midnight, and you know what time we agreed to meet," it's not that I don't understand him.
"We stayed at Mestalla, and then we wandered around the city. I understand you're worried, but there's no reason. She was with me," I excuse us, soothing him.
"Why are you so soaked?" He asks a rational question, and I chuckle, even though I was angry with her until a while ago.
"The sea called for us. And you know, I should change my clothes too. See you in the morning," I say goodbye to him and go upstairs. I stroll past the door of my room, continuing to hers. I knock on the door and simply peek into the room.
"Sweet dreams, shortie."
"Sweet dreams, grumpy."
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