𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍, pablo gavi

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, pablo

❝ i had a marvelous time ruining everything. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

She's a goddamn Goddess. The second she joined the stage, she owned it. I know Taylor Swift is supposed to be the best artist of the generation and I agree.

But, hearing Isabel, live, for the first time. It just brought something out in the crowd. The way they screamed once she appeared, it was amazing.

They weren't the only ones. I may have not screamed, but I damn well wanted to. I wanted to support her all the way. Shout her name. Scream out how amazing she is.

But, first of all, I do that, I embarrass myself. Second, I'm backstage so that would just be awkward.

The second she hits the high note me and Pedri are supposed to walk in. The crowd's supposed to love it. They already got Isabel González I don't think they can love it more.

"A diamond's gotta shine." I wouldn't even have realized were supposed to go in right now if one of the employees didn't give me a nudge to move it.

Isabel's voice is heavenly. She has a perfect pitch that very few singers have. I'm not sure if she knows it but she's a legend.

She's a songwriter, musician and performer who possesses a lovely, angelic, soothing tone at only the age of twenty one.

Now, I just sound like fifteen year old fan or a reporter. I awkwardly walk in the stage right beside Pedri, heading to Isabel and Taylor's way.

Isabel is still holding on to that high note and Taylor's started the last chorus. Isabel is fucking amazing. No one could ever hit that note the way she does. Not only is it perfect, but you just know that if someone else sang it, it wouldn't be the same. She's the definition of perfection.

The rest of the song is a blur to be honest. I'm not sure if I did anything other than stare at Isabel the whole time. That's not good, I think. Well it's not great. There were over five thousand people in this stadium, who all probably noticed my staring.

Okay, it's not good, I'm sure.

But you know what? Fuck it. I'm asking her out after the concert. I don't care if she says no thanks, I'll pass. I don't care if she'll shut me down and break my heart. I don't even care if she starts laughing at me. I just want her.

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I know that like two seconds ago I was all pumped up to ask her out and all that shit. But now that she's right in front of me — talking to Taylor not even noticing me, but whatever — I'm shit balls scared.

I take deep breaths as I wait for her to finish her conversation, so I can ask her out. God, that's weird words to hear. Not because I'm asking her out, but because I've finally built up the courage to do it.

She finally waves off Taylor goodbye with that warm smile of hers that could light up a whole town.

Isabel notices me in the corner of her eye. She takes a deep breath before walking. Taylor passes by me before Isabel comes to my direction. "Hey, please take care of my girl. She's one of the good ones." The world famous singer whispers to me as she passes me and taps my shoulder.

She's not of the good ones. She's the good one.

I smile to myself. Taylor Swift wouldn't have just told me this if their wasn't anything noticeable between me and Isa.

Isabel's heading to my direction. Isabel's heading to my direction. This is it. I'm doing it. No backing out now. I. Am. Doing. This.

My nervousness is obvious the second i open my mouth, because I greet her with, "Hey there, miss 'I'm a big superstar.'"

"Hi there, mister 'I'm a great football player so I can be a jackass to anyone.'" I've never asked out this many women before, but I'm pretty sure thats not how its supposed to begin.

"So you admit I'm a great football player?"

"I also admit that you're an A straight jackass." Sarcasm flows through her voice.

"Okay, I'll accept that since you admit I'm a great football player." I put on a confident smirk on my face even though I'm probably going to pass out right now.

"You'll accept that?" She asks. "I'm not asking for your acceptance you jerk face. You know what? I'm taking it back. You're a shit football player who's also a jerk head." She's getting all red like when she's nervous or angry and it's really cute.

"And you love it." It angers her even more which makes her even cuter.

"Whatever." She mumbles as she storms off. I'm not letting you go that fast, bonito.

I grab her wrist when she walks past me which causes her to stumble and look back at me with a 'I'm gonna kill you' face. "What?"

Now. It's now or never. Come on Pablo.

"I was wondering if yo-"

"Isaaaa!" Pedri comes running in and picks up his sister in excitement. Great timing González senior.

Isabel's laughing as her brother turns her around in circles. The sound of her laugh brings me confort and joy no other sound can.

"You were great!" Pedri says as he puts her down.

"Thank you!" She's genuinely smiling at him like she was with Taylor. Maybe if I started to speak like he did she wouldn't have told me indirectly to fuck off and leave her the hell alone.

"Come on, let's grab some dinner to celebrate! I already got some cake." I've never actually known what was the deal with these two and cake but they seem to enjoy it.

"I wish I could! Enzo wanted to grab dinner." Enzo?Who the hell is Enzo? What kind of name is Enzo, anyway? "But keep the cake I won't be out too late. We'll eat it later."

Less than an hour ago, I was all excited to ask the girl of my dreams out with hopes that she might, say yes. Even the littlest possibility. Now, I'm finding out that she already had plans. With Enzo.

"Okay. You have a deal. We'll see you back at the house." Pedri talks to his sister before walking away, expecting for me to follow him. Which I will.

"Bye." I put on a smile for like half a second, before following her brother.

"Wait," She stops me. "You wanted to ask me something?" Why did you have to bring it up, bonito?

"Umm, yeah." Excuse, I need an excuse. "I was just wondering if... your next song is as boring as this one." Holy... I did not just say that? She's right. I'm a total jerk. She should punch me in the face. Or ask Enzo to do it.

"You're a dick." She says before storming off. This time, I let her. Because she's right I'm a total dick.