Golden Boy- Pedri

CH 29- The second match

Later that afternoon, it was time for Barca's second game.
This match and the next were important for us.
All the players were nervous but felt ready.
Hell, even I felt nervous. But I was good at controlling my nerves.

Carmen and I didn't have any duties for this game, so we sat with the substitute players and some family members of our team's athletes.

The game started, and within the first 10 minutes Lewandowski scored; the crowd went wild.
However, shortly after, the opposing team also scored.

It was now half-time, and the score was 1-1.

The second half of the game started, and I was watching closely. Pedri had the ball, when I looked closely and noticed something.
Oh my god.
My hair tie was on his wrist.

I shook my head. It probably didn't mean anything.
I forgot he even had it after he was fidgeting around with it this morning, and he must've forgotten to take it off.

But part of me felt something warm and fuzzy inside.
I smiled to myself, ever so slightly.

Suddenly, Gavi had the ball, and he went for it.
He scored. The sound of the cheering was incredibly loud.
He did his celebration, and then something happened.

He looked over at our section.
At Carmen.
It wasn't anything too obvious for any fans to pick up on, but it was subtle enough that only a few people realized.
And I was one of them.

He looked up in Carmen's direction, giving a quick nod, and a smile.
I turned my head sideways to Carmen, and she was grinning with joy. Even I was smiling. Not only because he scored, but because they were too cute, and it was just as sweet that they were equally as shy around each other.

But I could tell they were meant for each other.

Once the noise died down and the game commenced, I nudged Carmen, giving her a smirk.
She blushed, smiling.

There were 10 minutes of the game left when suddenly the other team scored.
Yet again, it was a draw.

Now, it was down to the final few minutes.
Ansu had the ball, and he passed it to Raphina.
The other team intercepted, when suddenly....
Pedri got the ball back from them, and he took the shot.
He scored.

The sound of the fans filled up the stadium.
Every Barca supporter went wild.

Carmen and I cheered.

Pedri did his glasses celebration.
And he looked towards our direction.

Towards.....me.

Then, at once, he and I made eye contact.
My lips remained together, but I smiled.
He gave me a big smile too, his teeth showing.

Oh my god.
He is beautiful.

No.
No way did I just think that.

But I have to confess; he really is good-looking.
His hair was wet, dripping with sweat.
And his cheeks were red.

But the thing was, he always looked good, and it didn't matter what he was doing.

Ok, now Im getting ridiculous.
It must just be something about the air in Italy that got me thinking this way. ......