brother's best friend | Pedri González

10 | Surprise

- ELLINIA -

It's now Monday and Pablo & Pedri have a game and I'm off the job too. 

I'm thinking about going to surprise them by going to watch them, 

But also wear Pedri's jersey. 

Too much? 

I still haven't told anybody about Pedri & I mainly because there really isn't anything to say yet.

 I want to confirm it between us first. 

I can't fall again into his dragonfly fruit trap. I won't. 

And I'm scared of the press. 

With Pablo, there was always that one creepy pap whose words stuck with me the whole day. 

But this is Pedri, someone I like. 

Someone I possibly see myself with. 

And when we first went into this, we went into it blindly and didn't expect the response we got from his 'fangirls'. 

And that was almost 2 years ago. 

But we've grown up, and matured. 

Hopefully. 

I take a glance at his jersey sitting on my desk, and still contemplating my decisions. 

Pedri.

Pablo. 

Pedri. 

Pablo. 

Pedri. 

Pablo. 

Something clicks in me and I realize, if I want this, me & Pedri to work, I have to be willing to have trust in the process and trust in him. Let loose once in a while.

I'm going to the game. 

I also call up Pablo if it's ok if I can give his other ticket to my best friend, since I don't want to go alone. 

I call Pab up and he says yes. 

Thank god. 

By the time we end the call it's 12 PM and it's time to get ready. I call up my friend to get ready and I'll pick her up at 1. 

I get ready, I put my hair into a simple hairstyle and do a little extra eye makeup because why not. 

I put on some cargo pants and I pick up his jersey from my desk. It still smells like him. I put it on and say a prayer along with some white Jordans for shoes. 

I head downstairs, texting my friend that I'm on my way. 

When we get to Camp Nou, I show them our VIP passes and they let us through. 

We get to our seats and wait for the game to start.

5 minutes into the game and Pedri makes a goal. He looks around, and sees me surprisingly.

 I know he knows I'm wearing his jersey, because his jersey has a Nike mark, unlike the ones they were wearing. 

He winks at me. 

Cheeky little thing isn't he. 

The crowd around me goes crazy, trying to see who he winked at, yelling "Pedri, Pedri, Te amo mucho Pedri!!"  
Me, bitches, me. It's for me. 

15 minutes pass, and Pab makes a goal. 

He looks at me, and does our celebration. I love him.

Then, he does something unexpected.