When I was kid, I was best friends with Pablo Gavi and also we still are but we're always busy so we can't really meet up. I play for the Barcelona womens team and the womens team for the national team. I actually broke the record for being the youngest to ever play a match for Spain's the national team. I love the teams I play for and after my dad divorced my mum, he met this woman and he fell in love with her. She is a massive bitch and I highly dislike her.
When he told me he was marrying her, I was annoyed. She hates me and I hate her right back. I live by myself and I wish that I had a boyfriend or someone to vent too. I got invited to the wedding and I need to find a plus one. I decide to text Pablo, hoping he texts back with a yes.
To Pablo
hey :)
From Pablo
Hey :)
To Pablo
Hi.... I know this will sound weird do you wanna be my plus one for my dad's wedding?
From Pablo
Of course I will, Donna! When and where?
To Pablo
Next Monday and 12 :)
From Pablo
ok great!
When Monday comes, I get ready.
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I pull on my pink dress and nude heels. I curl my hair and do light make up. I sigh and go downstairs. I grab my clutch and put my phone, keys and lip stick inside along with some money. I sigh and hear the door. I walk towards the door. I open the door and grab my wrap. "Wow.... you look beautiful" said Pablo. "You look handsome" I said, smiling. I lock up and we walk towards his car. "I know your nervous" said Pablo, closing his door. "How?" I ask. "Your fidgeting" said Pablo, smirking. "I am. His marrying a bitch" I said, looking out the window. "Well, I will make sure you have fun, think of it this way.... free booze, music and me" said Pablo. I laugh and nod. "Ok" I said.
The ceremony was fine and I hated her vows. They are so bad together. Dad doesn't realise how bad or mean she is. We go to the venue for the reception and I cringe at how it looks like Valentines vomited inside it, which I gagged at. Me and Pablo find our seats and sit down. We enjoy the food.
As the night goes on, I drink champgane after champagne. I catch my stepmothers eyes and she;s glaring at me. I go to give her my middle finger when Pablo pulls me onto the dance floor. "Ok, Missy, we're dancing" said Pablo. "Fine" I said, smiling.
We danced for ages, but after every song ended I got more champagne and well, you could say I got drunk but luckily for me, I know what I do when I'm drunk. I do return to Pablo because his making me happy and not caring over it as much as before.
As we dance, I feel the urge to kiss him. I look between his eyes and lips and lean in. I kiss him. I feel delighted, happy and in love. I know I shouldn't do it because his my best friend but I feel something. I pull back and he sighs. "Donna, your drunk. You shouldn't have done that" said Pablo. "Pablo, I know what I'm doing. Trust me, I know what I am doing, Pablo. Please" I said. We kiss again and he kisses me back. I pull him closer and he smiles into the kiss.
We end up in my room and well you can imagine what happened next.
That was the night we became officially boyfriend and girlfriend, we wanted to try.
