●Cricket Oneshots● [Love & Romance] Multi Couples

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Again he looks down at his phone, unplugged from charger. At the end of the day, he found himself thinking. Just before sleeping, he finally took the phone and saved the number. Maybe it's not gonna help but his heart is becoming heavy under his chest. He got somehow a chance to serve with the entire knowledge he kept in deep with him. It wasn't called a pressure he built. His hand is trembling while opening the chatbox. He texts- hi. He sighs and kept his phone aside then falls asleep.

After waking up in the morning, he goes straightly on his table to search his phone. Finding it, he checked wether any replies came. He found himself with a hidden smile when he glared at the reply. 'Hi. I can't believe you texted me.' He smiled and watched the time, it was sent just after 3 minuets after he texted! What if he waited then? His hands go speedy, 'I didn't want to make you sad. But why do you even gave me?' He texted. He waited for few minutes, he didn't come online. So he wakes up and went for shower. After eating his breakfast, he came upstairs and checked again, no message yet. He goes to balcony and stares and smiles... no he didn't see anyone. Why even in Netherland?

He seats and thinks,

Why even he checked his phone before watching the clock?

Why his heart beats faster while thinking about him?

When he was in shower, time of eating- why he was doing hurry to end those up and come upstairs to check the phone?

Why even he again comes to balcony and looks left-down for confirming him?

Why even he's thinking it...

"Oh God! No. I can't. I-I don't love him. No." He opens his eyes and got up. It's time to go outside. Changed his dress and glanced over the phone on his bed. He again holds it up and checked. 'Wanna meet?' 'Just yes or no.' 'Waiting...' As his lips got wild AGAIN. And he replied- 'You're actually mad. I can't.' And he rushed off.

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Looking all the messages, ignoring at same time. Knows everybody is asking lots of SILLY questions about what Jansen did. Even Merwe! He reacted a lot more... he disabled his account, he re-login when he needs. He smiles and hurts at the same time. Proud of what he did!

'Who is he?' Marco Jansen already melted at first glance on airport, before checking out. Though he left the airport with team, his mind stucked their with one's impression and wonders. At the time of walking in afternoon, he winked at the same face again luckily. 'Scott Andrew Edwards!' He yells his name when he was passing across. He was lucky, he didn't hear. Jansen wanted to call him but his few mates were with him too. He didn't mind. Just smiles. Since then his journey of staring and waiting under his balcony and under a tree, started...

"Indians flowers are good too." Told to the seller, who smiled hearing that. He smells and paid extra. He got different lily flowers in one bouquet. Which was quite beautiful- like someone. He sooner ran away and stopped his car, again runs. His heart is beating, finally got a courage without any help, to tell. When he locked his target, he slower his steps. "Scott... Scott.. " He yells. He feels he heard. He somehow noticed Merwe glanced too. He was sitting before, what he didn't like. He exhales to quite his heart. Gasping some air, looks Scott stands up and extends his hand for a handshake, "Hi, Mr.Marco Jan-" but he kneeled down and told him for what he came for, "I Love you, Scott. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH." The environment goes silent, Bas de Leede stopped middle of sipping his drinks, Logan kept his eyes off of the menu, Ackermann slips off the chair, Merwe still holding the sandwich before his mouth. And Scott! He is standing, freezed, winking down at Jansen's face. What just happened can't be described in words! Jansen is waiting.. not for answer, for Slap.

He stood up later, Scott is still in shock. "At least take it." He gives the flowers to Scott, walks backward. Scott looks at the flowers then at Jansen, who smiled while leaving the place.

Jansen again smiles, back from the imagination. He hasn't thanked him for not slapping him. He wiped the tears and got stranged too. "I was crying? No way..." He told himself. Here is South Africa, never ever is he finding a way. Miles away, he's maybe doing fine, not having disturbing or starings by Jansen and at the same time, he's alone here finding hope, missing good days.

'But I can...'

He replied but Scott didn't see. He forces a smile on his face when one of his friends appears, was uninvited though. "Wanna play golf?" He asked. "No, Logan. I gotta go, ahm- for, my dad told me to. So maybe next week, I'd be busy this week." "Ouh man!" His friend left as he got some reliefs. He doesn't want to let his parents know a single thing. He got outside few hours later for buying tickets.

1 day later,

Watching a TV show, lieing on chest, resting legs crossed, chewing popcorn, sipping cold drinks, left the room off-light, laughing... enjoying self-catering.

Feels disturbed! Heard some noise of leaves thrusting with wind, what flowing heavily sooner. Heard footsteps climbing on trees... what? He looks on his left on window, no one was seen. He holds the remote and press the 'plus' key for increasing volume, he had no reason before doing it. He wants to pull the curtains for covering his garden's light, what directly flashing on his face. "Oh God!" When the ad-break finished, he turned normal and keep enjoying his show. Minutes later, curtains flies and covered the light from his face. Some darker view he faced from outside, feels happy. Then wind thrusts with his balcony's door, heard like a knock, then again and again. He's laughing then his mind knocked him from inside- He didn't open the French door, so how curtains flied? He kept the popcorn bowl down and slowly moves his face on left. One human was standing on his balcony! What? He jumped off of his bedsheet and get shocked even more. He was knocking...? He increases his foots and goes before the door. "Jan-" "Open the damn door. It's cold." Scott Edwards pulls for opening his French door, showing formalities after getting death shock again. So Jansen was knocking? So Jansen was climbing? So the shadow was HIS? While thinking he glances at Jansen. Before he could say a thing, Jansen goes first, "I know you've lots of questions and it's not either a good time to come, in that way. Hah! I know calm down, Scott-" "Just stop it Jansen. Just stop it. You- you, how dare you to come in? My family is out there, downstairs. What if- ah God," he pointed on his shoulder with index finger, "You are too much. Too much, Jansen." Jansen holds his hand and tried to cool him down, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I wanted to meet with you, and that's just an excuse. Talk with me please. It was World Cup, I couldn't make out. Can I have only few minutes of you? Please." Scott just reading his distress, his eagerness. He didn't want to hurt him again. He heard his mom calling form outside. "Wait." He told him and left for the call. When he comes, he told, "I would. But one condition. Go as you come, you can't use the stairs." Jansen chuckles hopelessly. What he even ment? While going down by tree, he got a text where Scott wrote address for waiting. He runway and smiles finally.

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"You haven't been a crazy dumbass, Jansen." Scott says. Jansen is looking down, not sure he can get any of the desire he wished once. "How you find my address?" The known question, for what Jansen was waiting for. "When you sent me first message, I detected your location. I can do that. I know some servers." He faced a shocked look again. "Yesterday I went to buy tickets for Netherlands and look I came!" He showed a vibe as soon as Scott thinks, I wish I were dreaming... Jansen finished his coffee, still doesn't hear a sound. He extends his hand over Scott's and squeezed it. "I have two return tickets for last flight, midnight. I gotta go cause my family doesn't know I- huh come here. I imagined how their face would be if I call 'em now." No response as Scott was thrown in deep thinking. "Can I pay the bill?" Jansen again asked and paid it. "I'd late for flight." He moves to walk away. But he stopped and looks down at Scott, "Made a choice. I ain't coming back, would be busy with Tests." He said the last word and escaped.

Told his family... he is going! Packed his things and run his car to the airport, Jansen was waiting the his flight. He owned a private plane, so it was easy to get in.. "Jan-" "I know. You're coming, Scott." He never could say his full name. He smiles as Jansen extends his right hand to climb few stairs for him. Scott gives his hand and takes the steps inside. After, take-on, Jansen looks before where Scott was sitting. "So, You Love me?" Asked. Scott looks up at Jansen, leans on the seat and smiles, "No." "Huh. Don't smile while lieing-" "If I say no-" "You can't." "I do. Jansen. And thank you for letting me spell your whole name." Jansen laughs. As he stands up and pulls down for a hug, finally. Scott lets him, holds him tightly between hands.

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