Fluff
"Y/n!," A voice calls out, waving his hands to grab your attention. Your eyes meet the boy, your childhood friend, Pedri.
You couldn't exactly remember when you met Pedri. You two were neighbors, but both of you shared the dream of become a professional football player.
You were with some friends having brunch next to the beach, everyone in the group knew who Pedri was. You had been friends with Pedri for a long as you can remember.
You remained friends with him even after he moved to Barcelona to pursue his dreams of becoming a football player and through the recent successes that made him one of the most notable up-and-coming players in the world.
Yet, you still saw him as the same little boy from next door who you'd eat ice cream with and played football with in his backyard every day after school.
You invited him to hang out everyone which he gladly accepted. Everyone cracked jokes and poured drinks for themselves.
You were having a deep conversation with Pedri. You were catching up from the past six months since you last saw each other, talking about your hectic lives.
Before getting disrupted. "Pedri! Y/N! Get here, we're taking photos!" Your mutual friend, Gavi, calls out from the water, a camera in his hand. The rest of the group had joined him, cooling off in the ocean.
Getting up from the shade, you two walk over to the crowd. Gavi was on his phone looking through the photos before messing around with the settings before looking you up and down at your arrival.
"You should change into your bathing suit, we're going in the water soon."
Before leaving for the beach you quickly dug around in your bag before finding a pastel pink bathing suit that fit you perfectly.But quickly grew self conscious. you fished out a pair of jean shorts and a zip-up hoodie to make up for it.
Since you got to the beach, you refused to take it off. While the rest of your friends had gone on frequent trips to splash in the waves and back, you tolerated the searing heat in your clothes. Now, you had no choice but to take it off in front of all your friends.
Pedri could sense the tension forming in your face, the way you started to lightly pick at your nails, while your arms folded against your chest in reluctance. He'd known you all his life — he had an eye for little gestures like these.
"Why can't we just do it up here?" you questioned, earning a 'tsk' from Gavi
I'm splitting this up into two parts because
I don't want this to be too long.
