stuck between two // Pedri and Gavi

6 - Birthday

Victoria's Perspective

Well, I looked up Gavi and Pedri, and I found out that they are two young, dark-haired, handsome, promising, talented football players for F.C. Barcelona, and they have likely thousands, if not over a million, fans.

And I met them drunk in a bar.

Yeah, feels really weird.

I honestly don't know what to think.

I also found out that the other guy with them, who was not Frenkie de Jong, Pablo Gavira, or Pedri González, is named Ferran Torres. All of them are on Barcelona. De Jong is number 21, Gavi is 30, Pedri is 8, and Torres is 11.

So you learn something new every day, I guess.

I regret not being able to... I don't know... Never mind.

I don't even know what I was going to say. There's nothing that I want. I just wish something more would have happened with that, but the only thing more that would have happened would be a one-night stand, and I'm not really in the place in my life where I want to be doing that. And I especially don't want to be risking being a single mother this early in my life.

So, I'm not interested in being a single mother, obviously. Apparently, I am interested, though, in being a single woman, considering I lay awake right now, staring at my ceiling, thinking over how I'm going to break up with Luis.

It has been a week since our walk for melting ice cream and mid-day nap, and it's finally time. I told him yesterday in a text that I want to go to the club to him tomorrow. I think that's the best way to break up with him. Maybe I'll say the typical 'It's over' and then slip onto the dance floor and easily, because men are always eyeing me up, dance with some other random guy, just to really upset him. Really send him the memo. And I'll do all that before I get drunk, so he has no excuses. And then when I get home, because I'll get my own taxi and get myself home, I'll block his number right away, so there's no way he can get me back.

Too bad he knows my address, and that there's not an easy way to move right now. It might be a little hard to shake him off, but I've got to, right?

Here I am, thinking about how I'm going to shake off my ex, when my ex is still my boyfriend.

I sigh, rolling over in bed, feeling my sweat stick to my body because of the lack of air conditioning in my apartment.

Luis's house has air conditioning.

It's so f***ing hot in here, God.

Pedri's Perspective

"Happy birthday, Gavi!" everyone cheers for my friend, who is (finally) an adult. And (finally) legal drinking age. He was illegal drinking age months ago, when Alejandro Balde, not so wisely, decided, 'Aw, Gavi can come along to the club tonight! It's fine! La Liga is finished, and we're all partying! The bouncer at the club is nice, he'll let him. He'll understand. And then Gavi can just stay away from alcohol, right?'

Yeah right, Alejandro. Totally.

Well, that lasted about two hours and a half. Then someone who was overly drunk (I don't even know who it was) decided it was a great idea to buy Gavi a drink!

Great idea, right?

Super intelligent.

Either way, now he can finally get into the club and give the bouncer his ID without having to have one of us convince him to let him in with money and other crap! So it'll be easier for all of us!