Oh my days: Fanfiction

Yaoi FanFiction: Oh My Days!!

“ One mocha large. Make it skinny will you?”  I ask the the girl behind the counter giving her my most disarming smile. The girl blushes; Naturally. How many people do actually smile at the counter girls/boys hmm? Anyway to come across my smile would have definitely made her day. I grin to myself and take my coffee, oops mocha to my favorite spot in the far end of the cafe and settle down to obviously look at the people around and comment,appreciate,criticize,commend everything bout them rite down to their underwear if i can see it rise above their jeans. This is a habit i have picked up, to come to this very normal looking cafe, which is situated right between Italian service bureau and cafe express which is italy’s well known coffee shop. When i ordered for mocha did u think i was in starbucks?? bah!!! This is Italy. There are no starbucks here, if they were, they will obviously close down. We in the sense, people here do not appreciate the american excuse for coffee. Anyway getting back to the point about the habit i have developed, coming to the cafe is a new one but this commenting, appreciating, criticizing, commending about people is something i have been doing for quite a while. Call me a snob and you wouldn’t be half wrong, after all i do wear Armani suit, a L.V watch and gucci shoes. Well thats my affluence speaking for you, in my business it pays to be well dressed.  Well i am an Interior Designer. What? did i just hear you say cliche? Hold your horses there. When i said interior designer i meant Vehicle interior Designer. Yes it is a job and its as macho as tree lugging. YES! and it pays a hell lot ,of course now you can wonder what my dressing has got to do with the job! 

I, Ronald Graham Moscovitz 26 yrs of age work for Lamborgini. As a interior designer. I am half russian and half british as you can see, i inherited my Dad’s Height, Brown hair and blue eyes. Thankfully i did not inherit anything from my mother except for the dimples. Because you know, british women/men are well not really upto my taste. I have a french grandmother, and hence the snobbish attitude of mine, as i grew up in Paris surrounded by arts, civilized people and delicious cakes. Not the cold and rain which is the only thing connecting russia and Britan, and no i stopped visiting my paternal grandmother as soon as i turned 14. She started visiting after that. Sigh! 

Anyway back to the cafe, as i said its a new habit i picked up, basically because i, upon arriving in Barcelona  have turned into a stalker in the past few months. Ok! Not the type you are imagining. A more refined one. A refined stalker if you may. But a stalker nevertheless. I have had one sided crushes back in my days, say when i was 5 or 6, but since puberty women and men fall at my feet. Initially i was bi-curious, then became a bi,and now gay sometimes sleeping with women. I have sort of evolved. I find women very tiring, to say the least. Actually i stared sleeping with men just to get rid of this one very persistent girlfriend of mine. Then i realized i actually like it with men better. Hmm. since you asked i will tell you. I do both. I can be the pitcher and the batter as well. I prefer to keep rotating. I do have a habit of digressing as you can see. 

Anyway back to the point, you see, one day when i was getting ready to escape from the office to catch a opera show( my refined tastes are glaringly obvious here) i was called in by my boss who is a very amiable, friendly demon named Cassendra Fluval. It was when i entered her office that i momentarily lost my vision, my heart skipped a beat and everything else happened just as it is described in “10 signs to know when its love” . Only i did not get the man i wanted, instead i turned into a stalker. Oh my Days!!! Fernando Villia ( Vi-ya) 28 yrs of age, spaniard brought up in America, NY to be exact, Bachelor degree in Automobile Engineering with a minor in Electrical engineering, masters degree in Vehicle Safety with a minor in vehicle electronics,worked for Toyota for 5 yrs, was in a way a complete gear head obviously with no appreciation for the fine arts. Evidently was also the most good looking man i have ever laid eyes on, when i am not looking into the mirror. 

Imagine when u finally meet a man who matches all your fetishes to the F. Glasses check! Long hair check! 3-day stubble check, although that might be due to the traveling, never mind that. Check! Tall-dark-handsome Triple check!  Will you blame me if i turned into one? hmm? Will you blame me if i actually jumped him then and there? hmm?? Sigh!! The reasons as to why i became a stalker are to follow in the next few lines, read carefully. I will not repeat! 

“ Hy ron, meet Fernando Villia, Fernando this is Ron, the slacker from paris” said cassandra as she introduced us. “ That slacker comment is totally unwarranted boss” i grumbled as i shook Fernando’s hand. Hmm. Nice firm shake, palm is strong, no sweat, long fingers, i mentally judged Fernando’s handshake while beaming a 200 volt smile at him. He in return gave me a friendly look while sizing me up.“Nice to meet you ron. Hope you can give me a tour of this place as i will be starting work from tomorrow” he said in a soft guttural tone that was like soft bass to my ears and i decided to forgo the opera for which i had purchased a new suit and had an VIP invite as well. “Expect the unexpected”. “Be prepared” was my policy anyway. I seem to have digressed again as my boss bonked me on my head and said, “Ron!! Listen to me now. You can dream later. Are you paying attention?” i meekly nod my head and she continued “ As i was saying, Ron, Fernando is the new head of  vehicle safety department and your team will be working directly with them. Although i don’t approve of it, you are the team lead so show fernando around, get to know the new team as well. ok?” Oh he is the new boss.Wow.“Will do boss, no worries, you can trust me on that” i said as i ushered fernando out of the office, making a conscious effort not to look at my now ‘currently directing evil laser beams’ at me boss.

 “ God she hates me” i sigh while delicately touching fernando’s arm. “Woah There” i gushed not realizing that i spoke out loud, “ oh, i swim almost everyday”Fernando smiled. “ Is that right? I swim too. A lot!” i lied happily. My most strenuous physical activity includes  wiping my brow after a visit to the shop-floor. “ So, ron how long have you been here? and by-the-way how is the boss? Fernando asked while rising his eyebrow slightly, “ Ah! Sorry, was just sms-ing a friend to cancel an appointment.” “oh sorry, is that because of me?” Fernando apologized. “ Oh no of course not” i laughed, because you know, it essential to be friendly with a greek god incarnation. “ Ya, so i joined here right after my masters, so that makes it 3 years now, and about the boss, well, what can i say? Wolf in sheep clothing? maybe. Actually she is not that bad, quite friendly, she doesn’t like me much though cause you know I once criticized her suit”. i said matter of factly,although deep down i resent the fact that she doesn’t like me, cause I am always liked. period.“hmmm” muttered Fernando and preferred to remain quite for the rest of the tour, while i went babbling about the office and the shop-floor and gossiped quite a bit about the people who work there and so on.  I would have kept my monologue for a longer period when Fernando interrupted me “ Ron, hy is there a coffee shop here? not starbucks. Something more authentic?” 

“ Oh! ah ya there is a cafe express and another shop next to it as well” i said, while mentally registering that he doesn’t drink Starbucks and also while my sub-conscious made me realize that i don’t drink coffee. Blame my british genes, but i prefer my Tea. 

“ Is it far from here?” Fernando asked as he whipped out his mobile phone “Ah, no about 5 minutes walk from here” i replied while keeping my eyes peeled on his phone. 

“ Ok, thats close enough, i am asking my friend to come over as i want to go around town and get to know the place, as i only just arrived. My friend has been living here for 2 years now” Fernando said oblivious to my telepathic communication in which i am trying to get him to ask me to show him around. Oh well, never works that way does it? I sighed as we reached cassandra’s empty office. The entire tour took us about an hour and a half and by that time, almost everybody had left and the office wore a desolate look. “ Thanks for showing me around Ron, really appreciate it” said Fernando while extending his arm.” 

"Oh! its alright.I am really looking forward to working with you too Fernando” i said shaking his hands and looking into his eyes. 

“ I better make my way then, because Eiben( E-ben) will be here soon, Eiben and i went to college together, and haven’t seen him in a while” explained Fernando making his way to towards the exit. 

“Oh, ok then, have fun and see you tomorrow” i muttered while watching him leave. 

Sighing i took my time to pack my bag and leave, when god knows how, i was suddenly hit by a brain wave. Looking back at that moment, 4 months later, i din’t realize that 7:15pm may 7th would be the reason why i cringe with acidity and constipation every morning.  Fifteen minutes later i found myself entering Cafe Nero and walking towards the counter to order tea like i normally do but due to divine interference, i started scanning the coffee section of the menu which i have never ever done in 26 years of my existence. I have always looked down on coffee from great heights, cringing my nose and affecting hatred and disdain to those who drink that bitter liquid which always reminds me of pits of hell. Since i have no idea about coffee, i closed my eyes and randomly picked one and it turned out to be some concoction called cafe mocha. After placing my order, i  looked around hoping to spot Fernando and Iben( aha! take that you) and unable to spot them i took my coffee to the farthest corner in nero and sat down. 

Great spies will tell you that when looking to spot someone in secret make  sure you can never be spotted. Keeping that in mind, i whip out my glasses and held the menu up to hide my face, now that my disguise was in place i proceeded to intently stare at the entry doorway. Ten minutes later, i was still intently staring at the entrance sipping my second cup of coffee, this time called latte (seriously, why can’t they just call it coffee? Tea is always called Tea no matter where it comes from. I mean imagine black tea, smells like jasmine-tea, choco-tea and so on. Argh i can feel a migraine coming) when it suddenly occurred to me that Fernando could be straight. I have a iron clad rule. Never fall for a hetro guy and i take pride in spotting a gay guy miles away so i was pretty sure Fernando was gay. But why hasn’t he turned up yet? I was getting really bored waiting in the over crowed, extremely noisy cafe. Another ten minutes later i am about to leave when my heart skipped a beat and i turned around to see Fernando walk into the cafe with Iben( No- i refuse to call him Eben. Yes, i am childish). Just as every self respecting man/women in love will do, i gave  my rival a quick once-over. I refuse to acknowledge Iben’s good looks, good build, good clothes, good taste. In short i refuse to acknowledge the very existence of Iben. To me the only person who walked in was Fernando. Move over Iben i screamed in my head. I saw them walk to the counter, i saw them order coffee ( Fernando got mocha as well. Aha! match made in heaven) and i pretended not to see the way Iben looked at Fernando. Oh his eyes spoke love. Damn it. I have serious competition. The only reason i am still in the land of living and not in a state of comatose in the hospital due to heart-shatter( yes, it is a major ailment afflicting the young and the restless) was because Fernando eyes were devoid of love. Yay me. But their closeness made me wonder if they were a couple back in college, like i already mentioned, i am pretty good at this kind of work. They must have been. I sighed quite audibly and the girl next table thought i was burping. No it was a sigh. i am sure. Anyway they got their take-aways and walked out, from where i was perched i could see them get into a Red Maserati and they drove away leaving me with my thoughts and cup of hell. I sighed again and decided to call it a day after downing 5 cups of hell-broth. 

TBC....