Y/N's life has always been filled with exciting and surprising moments, but nothing compares to what she is about to experience after moving to Spain after following her heart.
With a suitcase filled with summer clothes and no expectations, but to f...
Thank god it's the weekend. There is no word strong enough to describe how embarrass I feel. Since that night, I have done a pretty decent job at just interacting with the people essential to my doing my job well - dodging any possible interaction with Pedri at work. It's a good thing that there were no photoshoots or videoshoots that had to be filmed the whole week, because honestly, I don't even want to think how I am going to face the whole team, let alone him.
"Please, Lea. Tu entiendes, si?" I pleaded to Lea over the phone since we agreed to go to the Barça vs. Atletico game tomorrow, and that's the last thing I want to do this weekend. If it were up to me, I would just pack my bag and move to another country again.
"Chica, what are you so afraid of?! From what I saw that night, that kiss was definitely mutual!" Ugh, I wish I could just dig a whole and bury myself right now. There is no saying no to her. But, her question resonates in my head. Why am I feeling embarrass? He definitely kissed me back, right? So that means that he wanted to? Unless, he felt bad and didn't want to reject me at a party in front of everyone... ugh
"Lea, I don't think he wanted to kiss me... I started the whole thing! Maybe he didn't want me to feel bad so he kissed me back!" Saying that out loud to Lea somehow made it more like it was the reason Pedri kissed me back. I have this special talent of convincing myself of the worst.
"That's ridiculous." I could see her roll her eyes through our phone call. "Be ready tomorrow by 1PM. I will pick you up! I am not taking no for an answer! You can't hide and not talk to him ever! You know that right!?"
As much as I hate to admit it, my newly made friend is right. I can't just not talk to Pedri ever, my work literally revolves around the team, therefore, him included.
Sunday at Camp Nou - FC Barcelona vs Atletico de Madrid game:
Just as Lea promised, she was outside my apartment building at exactly 1PM the next day. Already blowing up my phone with text messages to get me to hurry up, or make sure I'm not backing out after waiting for 5 minutes.
Lea's text: Come on!!! I'm outside! Don't make me go up and drag you to Camp Nou!
Sometimes I wonder if she is actually Spanish, why is she on time anyway? Nobody else is on time here!
After putting on some jeans, a brown bodysuit-top and white sneakers, I headed down hurriedly to Lea's car, intentionally not choosing to wear the only Barça jersey I own, which happens to be #8.
**Y/n's outifit**
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"Are you ready?? This is going to be so much fun!" Lea happily exclaims while I drown in my own thoughts of having to face everyone.
We arrive at Camp Nou at nearly 2PM, traffic is usually horrible like this, especially when 2 of LaLiga's biggest and most talented teams are facing each other on the field. You could feel the energy of both the Culers and Atleti fans even before the start of the game at 3PM. Lea and I are circling the VIP parking lot looking for a good spot near the entrance to the stands when Gavi suddenly appears, waving his hand and trying to get Lea's attention. I'm assuming he's coming from someone's car, hoping that he didn't come with Pedri.
