𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍, pablo gavi

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮, pablo

❝ i see your brother as my brother. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

"Love on another level, huh?" Pedri speaks up the second Isabel closes the door behind her.

"I-" Literally have no idea what to answer. I'm not sure I can keep lying about my feelings to him. Especially about his sister, his favorite person. "Shut up." I'm neither ready to talk about them. It's his sister. How weird would that be?

"Haha! I knew it!" He smirks. "You little bitch," He starts with his mocking tone. "how stupid are you?" I was expecting another snarky comment.

"What?" I ask for clarification and start cleaning up the room a bit.

"Make a move! Come on, we've all been waiting long enough."

"We?" I look back at him forgetting the cleaning.

"You know," I actually don't Pedri, please care to explain. "Me, Frenkie, Raphina..." His voice fades away.

"Okay, one," Maybe I'm a little angry, but like in a stupid way. "you all have nothing to do with me and Isabel's relationship." I start listing. "Two, what the hell do you mean by you've been waiting. Reminder that you have nothing to do with the both of us." I'm still curious. "And three, how are you okay with this? Your best friend falling for your sister?"

Pedri takes a deep breath before answering every question. "One, fine. We'll just keep our opinions to ourselves. Two, come on, you two have been acting like an old married couple since she got back. Even before she left, you were basically two idiots in love. And three, as much as some parts I don't love the idea of," Great, Pedri. "If my sister's going to end up with some douche, it might as well be my second favorite person."

I think that's the sweetest thing he's ever said to me. We're not the usual lovie dovey buddies, Pedri's a pretty closed up person. I still know approximately every single thing about him like he does about me. Yet, we never really just have deep talks and that shit.

We may not be blood related — and thank God because never in a thousand years would I want to be related to Isabel. — but Pedri's my brother, my best friend.

"Is this supposed to be a compliment?" I ask.

"Sure. Why not?" What an answer. Though he joked I still know he meant it as a compliment. "I'm gonna go talk to Isa now." He speaks up after a moment of silence.

"Yeah okay." I reply going back to tidying the room. "Not about me though!" I yell halfway when he's halfway out the door.

"Not everything is about you, Pablo. You're not the center of the world." He answers before closing the door.

This man and his sister may be the most sarcastic people I've ever met.

A/N: short chapter for today, sorry. anyways, christensen just scored 💪 hoping we win right now🤞 visca barca!❤️