𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍, pablo gavi

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, pablo

❝ boys only want love if it's torture. ❞
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"I'm not moving in." I repeat for the millionth time as we walk around Pedri's house. It's like a movie scene; He pretends to clean stuff in the house and I follow him around like a puppet while we argue.

"You lost the bet. You're moving in." He insists.

"Well, you brought your sister into it. I didn't know she was going to play!" That's not a really valuable reason but whatever.

"Yeah, like you wouldn't have bet if you knew." He chuckles as we enter the kitchen.

"Maybe I wouldn't have." I answer. He gets out two beers from the fridge and passes me one.

"Yeah, cause you would've thought my sister would beat you." He mocks. I didn't think she would, even if she did, I just, yeah, I would've still bet.

"Where is your sister by the way?" I try to change the subject, taking a sip of my beer.

"On a date." I almost choke when I hear those tree words. On a date? "I'm kidding, she's at the store, but did you just choke on your beer cause I said she was on a date?"

"No." I mutter taking another sip, well much bigger sip.

"It's so fun watching you two bicker knowing damn well you have feelings for each other." This guy keeps on chuckling. "When will you realize you got feelings for each other?"

"I don't like your sister." I insist for the millionth time. Technically I don't, I love her.

"Sure, alright." He mocks me again.

"I'm serious." I add but he's not even hearing me when he gets out of the kitchen, heading to the living room. "Pedri! I'm not in love with Isabel!" That makes him stop and turn around right in the middle of the hall.

"I never said in love." He smirks walking away and I throw my hand in the air from exhaustion. I roll my eyes before speaking again.

He's already in the living room so I shout before following him. "I don't like you're-" I shut up when I notice the front door unlock right in front of my face.

"Hey!" A muffled voice echoes through the house. Isabel doesn't notice me right away, she's focused on the many grocery bags in her hands which will probably fall in the next second if I don't help right away.

She's holding one of the bags with her teeth, struggling for dear life. That bag is the first one I take from her, I grab four others from her hands and leave her with two.

I'm not waiting for a thank you or anything cause, who am I kidding? So I head to the kitchen to help her with the food.

Even though I was certain she was going to say she can do it on her own and stuff like that, I'm pretty sure I heard a very, very quiet thank you coming from her.

I don't even notice myself smiling when I head to the kitchen.

"Just keep 'em on the counter, I'll arrange everything later." She walks right behind me and places the bags in her hand on the counter.

"Okay." I answer. I follow her orders and place the bags on the counter, right next to the other bags. She walks past me and I swear our hands brushed together for half a second, and only that gesture killed me.

Not because she just touched my hand, but the fact that if I wasn't such a baby, maybe, just maybe, I would be touching that hand for much longer. That is if she even agrees to go out for ice cream or whatever.

"González." I call out to her before she's out of the kitchen. She turns around and immediately finds my eyes. Ask her out, ask her out. Say; "You want to get some food?" Say; "I really really like you. I'm pretty sure you hate me to death but give me one chance." Instead. "You- you got bread?"

Damn it.

Something in her expression just dropped. I don't know. I just have this feeling that she was expecting more. Well, if that's the case, me too.

"Yeah, in the bag over there." She murmured pointing at one of the bags before walking away.

I sight before getting bread out of the bag. Now I have to eat bread. Great.

I take a bite of the bread as I walk to the living room to Pedri.

"So? You wanna come?" I hear Isabel ask Pedri when I enter.

"Come where?" I can intrude on a conversation like nothing, but I can't ask her out. Nice. I sit next to Pedri on the couch while Isa's stood in front of us.

"Nowhere." She brushes me off focusing on her brother. "Come onn." She nags. "It's not everyday it happens!"

"I'd love to Isa." Pedri answers making her grin like in idiot. And I love that smile like an idiot. "But," He smile drops immediately at that one word. "I'm taking Pablo with me." He smirks, patting a hand on my back.

"Yeah, okay. Forget it. Goodnight." She forces a smile and makes an awkward wave before heading out.

"Not so fast, González!" Pedri speaks up with that big brother tone which makes her immediately stop and turn around uncomfortably. "We're coming. Both of us."

Isabel imitates Pedri in gibberish like a little kid as she walks away.

"Yeah so, where exactly are we going?" I reposition myself to face Pedri.

"Concert. Tomorrow night. Taylor Swift invited her to sing apparently."

"Taylor Swift?!" I almost scream. Yeah, so what? I like her. Big deal. Men can like Taylor Swift.

"Calm down, fifteen year old girl. We're going for Isa, not for the blonde super-star hottie." He mutters the last sentence.

"She's thirteen years older than you." I state. He does the exact same thing his sister did, muttering gibberish and walking away.