Ch. 4

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A/N: This chapter is a little brother sister moment. Thank you everyone who has gotten this far. I'm also still working on polishing up the formatting and spicing this up so thank you again to everyone  reading :)

 It's been two weeks since I bumped into Pedri at my brother's shoot. I've been so close to telling my brother but every time I almost tell him I stop myself. For what? I don't know, I just know I don't want him to be mad at me for getting with his friend. Today we're packing for Qatar as he and I are leaving in two days with the team. He was able to pick one family member to fly with him and the team and so he chose me. That's a whole six hours with him and Pedri in the same plane. I decided to take a break from packing to go talk to him.

"Hola hermano, are you almost done?" I ask as I lay on his bed while he packs.

"Almost, are you?"

"I still have to pack my carry-on but I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Que paso?"

"Sit with me." I said as I scooted over.

"No you cannot sleep in my room, I already told you the flight is not that long, you'll be fine." Ferran knows I get flight anxiety that kicks in before and during flights so sometimes I sleep in his room on the couch so I'm not alone when I start to panic.

"I think I can do it Ferran but that's not why I'm here."

"Why are you nervous hermanita? It can't be that bad."

"No es eso, remember how I was seeing someone earlier this year?"

"Yeah..."

"You know that someone."

"Is it the neighbor?! I knew he liked you!"

"No it's not him."

"Then who? The neighbor across the street?"

"No Fer."

"The one behind us?"

"Ferran it wasn't any of the neighbors, it was Pedri!" Silence filled the room once I blurted it out.

"Pedri? Like my best friend Pedri?"

"Yes." I said as I stared down at my lap.

"How? When? Why did it end?"
"He dm'd me and I responded so we just started hanging out and then it just happened. I don't know." What I didn't mention was how I sent a tweet congratulating him on winning Golden Boy.

"Why did you end it?"

"I didn't." I said as I stared at the ceiling.

"What happened Julieta? You can be honest with me." Ferran said as he hugged me.

"I don't know it was going well, at least I thought it was and then he just ghosted one random day."

"How are you feeling?"

"I thought I was fine but then I saw him when I went to leave your jersey and I just don't know."

"So should I fight him?"
"No Fer, no fighting especially not your best friend."

"So you're telling me when he came to practice with marks on his back, that was you?!"

"This is embarrassing now! I'm going back to my room."

"And when you both couldn't hangout with me and Sira afterbpractice that one day? It all makes sense now"

"How are you not mad?"

"Oh I am but I mean you're my blood who wouldn't want to be with us?"

"Apparently Pedri." I say with an attitude.

"Do you miss him?" I don't know why when my brother asked me that I just started crying.

"No llores hermanita. It's his loss."

"Ferran, every man has just left me! All I do is care for people and they just leave me because they find better." I said as I continued sobbing.

"Hey hey listen to me, I'm never gonna leave you Julieta."

"You live with me, you don't have other options."

"I mean I do but I wouldn't leave you ever, you're my bestest friend."

"Even when I'm dancing to Rosalia and blasting it around the house?"

"Yes, even when you're embarrassing me. Any man who ends up with you is one lucky man. Pedri's dumb but if he doesn't realize his mistake now, he will later."

"When did you grow up so fast?"

"I didn't, I just have a great sister and an amazing mom who taught me how to treat women but enough of this sad sh**, help me pack?"

"Hmm okay fine. What shoes are you tak- Ferran you said help you not do it for me'"

"I need to rest but pack those white cleats for me."

"Que tonto eres hermano. I should've just told Sira...she wouldn't make me pack her stuff." I say as I grab the cleats and pack them.

"Hey what if I forget something? Always need a second pair of eyes." Ferran jokes.

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