On the Wrong Foot
Title: On the Wrong Foot
Fandom: Sports Teams and Players
Characters: Gennaro Gattuso/Andrea Pirlo
Prompt: #001 Beginnings
Word Count: 575
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just what the title says. Gennaro starts the day off on the wrong foot.
Author's Notes: I don't own anybody or anything.
It was first thing in the morning, the sun had not even risen in the sky yet, and Andrea was already blinding Gennaro with the bedroom light.
“Time to get up,” his quiet voice spoke. Gennaro groaned and pulled the covers over his head.
“Leave me be.”
“No, it’s time to get up and start the day,” Andrea insisted and Gennaro continued to groan some more.
“Too early…”
“It’s only five, it’s not that early.”
Gennaro poked his head out from underneath the covers, “to you it isn’t.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t stay up so late then,” Andrea retorted, tired of Gennaro behaving like a baby.
“I don’t stay up that late!” Gennaro frowned. “I can’t help it if I find something interesting on t.v. or in a newspaper.”
Andrea placed his hands on his hips, “well, maybe you should just read the newspaper in the morning and you won’t be so tired.”
“Andrea…leave me alone. Go back to sleep…or something,” Gennaro glared at him before flopping to his other side, his back facing Andrea. “And turn that damn light off while you are at it!”
Andrea sucked in his cheeks and nodded his head, “okay.”
Gennaro closed his eyes as the lights were turned off, leaving him back in the dark comfort. With a happy sigh he started to doze back off, but it didn’t last for long. He could hear Andrea bustling around in the kitchen, but then it was silent. For five minutes it was silent and then ten minutes of silence passed. Fifteen minutes of silence had lapsed and Gennaro opened his eyes, wondering what was going on. Usually Andrea would come in by now throwing a fit that he wasn’t out of bed. It didn’t settle right with him.
‘What if he’s going to surprise me with throwing water over my head?’ he thought, his mind being plagued by ‘what if’ thoughts.
‘Maybe he is going to ignore me all day. I don’t want that to happen, I do enjoy his company.’
Gennaro looked over his shoulder and didn’t see anyone in the room or out in the hallway either.
‘Perhaps he’ll just burn my food in spite, I don’t want that to happen either, I don’t feel like cooking.’
Gennaro tried going back to sleep but the thoughts kept nagging at him until he couldn’t take it anymore. He threw the covers off, pulled a robe on, and stuffed his feet into a pair of slippers. He stormed his way down the hallway and into the kitchen.
“ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? I’M UP! WHATEVER YOU HAVE PLANNED YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT IT!”
Andrea, who was sitting at the kitchen island and sipping on his coffee quietly, glanced up at the shouting, bearded man.
“I have no idea what you are raving about,” Andrea said with a shake of his head, returning back to his coffee and newspaper.
Gennaro stood there, half slumped over and arms hanging limply at his side, “but…you…and…the water! You always do this to me!”
Andrea placed the paper down and stood up from the bar stool. He walked over to Gennaro and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I don’t do anything, you just choose to start the day off like this. Go shower, we’ll go out to breakfast this morning.”
Gennaro stood there dumbfounded as Andrea walked off into the other room. He could only hope the rest of the day would get better.
Fandom: Sports Teams and Players
Characters: Gennaro Gattuso/Andrea Pirlo
Prompt: #001 Beginnings
Word Count: 575
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just what the title says. Gennaro starts the day off on the wrong foot.
Author's Notes: I don't own anybody or anything.
It was first thing in the morning, the sun had not even risen in the sky yet, and Andrea was already blinding Gennaro with the bedroom light.
“Time to get up,” his quiet voice spoke. Gennaro groaned and pulled the covers over his head.
“Leave me be.”
“No, it’s time to get up and start the day,” Andrea insisted and Gennaro continued to groan some more.
“Too early…”
“It’s only five, it’s not that early.”
Gennaro poked his head out from underneath the covers, “to you it isn’t.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t stay up so late then,” Andrea retorted, tired of Gennaro behaving like a baby.
“I don’t stay up that late!” Gennaro frowned. “I can’t help it if I find something interesting on t.v. or in a newspaper.”
Andrea placed his hands on his hips, “well, maybe you should just read the newspaper in the morning and you won’t be so tired.”
“Andrea…leave me alone. Go back to sleep…or something,” Gennaro glared at him before flopping to his other side, his back facing Andrea. “And turn that damn light off while you are at it!”
Andrea sucked in his cheeks and nodded his head, “okay.”
Gennaro closed his eyes as the lights were turned off, leaving him back in the dark comfort. With a happy sigh he started to doze back off, but it didn’t last for long. He could hear Andrea bustling around in the kitchen, but then it was silent. For five minutes it was silent and then ten minutes of silence passed. Fifteen minutes of silence had lapsed and Gennaro opened his eyes, wondering what was going on. Usually Andrea would come in by now throwing a fit that he wasn’t out of bed. It didn’t settle right with him.
‘What if he’s going to surprise me with throwing water over my head?’ he thought, his mind being plagued by ‘what if’ thoughts.
‘Maybe he is going to ignore me all day. I don’t want that to happen, I do enjoy his company.’
Gennaro looked over his shoulder and didn’t see anyone in the room or out in the hallway either.
‘Perhaps he’ll just burn my food in spite, I don’t want that to happen either, I don’t feel like cooking.’
Gennaro tried going back to sleep but the thoughts kept nagging at him until he couldn’t take it anymore. He threw the covers off, pulled a robe on, and stuffed his feet into a pair of slippers. He stormed his way down the hallway and into the kitchen.
“ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? I’M UP! WHATEVER YOU HAVE PLANNED YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT IT!”
Andrea, who was sitting at the kitchen island and sipping on his coffee quietly, glanced up at the shouting, bearded man.
“I have no idea what you are raving about,” Andrea said with a shake of his head, returning back to his coffee and newspaper.
Gennaro stood there, half slumped over and arms hanging limply at his side, “but…you…and…the water! You always do this to me!”
Andrea placed the paper down and stood up from the bar stool. He walked over to Gennaro and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I don’t do anything, you just choose to start the day off like this. Go shower, we’ll go out to breakfast this morning.”
Gennaro stood there dumbfounded as Andrea walked off into the other room. He could only hope the rest of the day would get better.