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Swimming - Pablo Gavi

Word Count : 1067

Requested by : ilikegeorgeweasly

I hope you enjoy, since I kind of just made up my own thing for this one! Thanks for the request <3

"Pablo Gavira, quit it out!" you giggle as he comes over to you, holding up a big bucket of water, You squeal, scrambling away, saying, "You better not dump that on me!"

"Y/nnn," he says in a whiny tone. "Why don't you come in the water with me? You can't go to a beach and not go in the water!"

"The water is cold," you say, crossing your arms. "And besides, I'm sun tanning."

"Sun tanning is boring," he claims, and you shake your head at that.

"No way. You just can't sit still, is all."

He frowns at this comment, looking over you. The sun is to his back, making his whole body light up like an angel's. He's got his lip pushed out in a pouty look, and you have to admit, he is kind of cute.

This thought surprises you. Lately, you've been getting all sorts of strange random thoughts about Pablo come into your head. You've been friends for years. The two of you met when you were five and have been inseparable since. But never before have you gotten butterflies in your stomach from him. A fish flopping in your stomach. Bees in your brain. Until recently, when he's been giving you these feelings that keep taking you off guard.

Before, he was like a stupid brother to you, who was always getting into some sort of new kind of trouble, whatever that may be- breaking his neighbor's window with a football, stealing cookies from your mother's tray for Christmas, or sneaking out of school to go on 'adventures'.

The two of you have always been like two peas in a pod. All your childhood, at least. When you started reaching around the age of thirteen, Pablo got awkward, almost. He never wanted to hang out with you in front of his guy friends, and would never admit to them that you were friends. When the two of you did spend time together, it would be alone, and you would do much quieter activities. It was just different than how it was before. Way different.

In your early teenage years, the two of you drifted away even more.

Until about a month ago, you saw each other in a coffee shop. You both froze, and he was the first to move. He bought you a coffee, and the two of you sat down and had a big long talk about everything. Just life, basically. Then he gave you his new number and said you should hang out more again and go places, because he missed the friendship you used to have.

So that's what this whole thing on the beach is. You've gone a few other places with him, and this is your fifth outing together since that day in the coffee shop.

And you keep getting feelings for him that you never did.

And he keeps doing things that just fan the flames of these emotions.

Half of the time, you feel like he's just being friendly, and the other half it feeling flirty, but you're not quite sure if you're imagining it or not.

He grabs your hands suddenly, pulling you up. "Come in the water!" he grins. "Please."

You sigh, laughing a bit as you finally give in. "Okay, Pablo. I'll go in the water with you."

He lets go of one of your hands, but keeps the other one in his strong, smooth hand. 

You glance at your hands, desperately trying to play it cool like he is. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears, and you decide you should just admit it to yourself. All the signs are there. Your childhood friend has now become your crush.

You have a crush on your best friend Pablo.

You would have never imagined that would happen, yet here you are.

He walks onto the dock with you, his hand still in his, all the way to the end of the dock. "Okay, Y/n," he grins. "On the count of three, we're jumping in!"

"No! I want to ease in!" you protest.

"You're a wimp," he teases. Your bare shoulders bump each other, and you try not to let him hear as you hold your breath in surprise at that. With just that little tap, you could feel the muscles in his shoulder.

You remember when he was just a scrappy little skinny boy who ran around the neighborhood and chased neighborhood cats with sticks!

When did such a stupid little kid turn into this hot strong young man?

"We're jumping in together," he grins, apparently deciding my fate for me. So mischievously. Now that look is very familiar. He's always done that look. "You can swim, right?"

"Enough. Not quite too good at it, but enough."

"Oh, well, I'll make sure you don't sink," he jokes. "Alright, uno..."

"No!" you snap.

"Dos..."

"C'mon..." you practically whine, and he just laughs.

Then he shouts out, "Tres!" and against your will, you jump in at the same time, together.

The cold water envelopes you, and I shiver goes through your body, but before you even have time to get your head back above water, you're already used to it. Regardless, when you come up, you say, "It's so colddd," You fake shiver, just to annoy him.

"No it's not!" he snorts. "Well, here, I'll get you more used to it!" He splashes you, and that is the beginning of your war.

You splash each other for who knows how long. Time kind of stops as you laugh, soaking wet, in the water, with your best friend. With your crush.

With possibly your favorite person on earth, at least right now, in this moment.

Suddenly, though, time starts up again, and your war of splashing and giggling and chuckling and laughing is apparently over.

He's really close to you.

You're really close to him.

He's looking down at you, and there's a surprising look in his eyes. A look you've never seen. 

Suddenly, his hands slip down into the water, and onto your waist. You freeze, trying not to freak out at this, feeling like someone is squeezing your heart.

By your waist, he very gently pulls you closer to him, so your hips are touching. You try to breathe at normal speed, but that's pretty much impossible.

He sighs, his grip very slightly tightening on your hips as he meets your eyes. "Y/n..." he mutters softly, "I think I'm... in love with you."