A hinch of pain struck trough my face. Everything hurts, and the bright light doesn't help me with my headache. I try to slightly open my eyes, but its stings. Those assholes probably gave me a concusion.
I kinda got used to the light and looked around the room. My heart jumped when I saw Pedro sitting beside my bed, his head lays on my bed...he's sleeping.
He has my hand in his. I sqeezed his hand. He slowly lifts his head, his eyes still full of sleep. All the fatigue dissappears when he sees me looking at him. He flies up and hugs me like he is not planning on ever letting go. He kisses my cheeks. I grunt a little from the pain.
He looks at me with a worried face. He has tears in his eyes... he is crying?
' Pepi, whats wrong?' I asked.
' I tought I was gonna lose you' he sobbed. He was crying because of me? He cared that much about me? This made me warm from the inside. 'I'm gonna make some calls to let everyone know you are awake,' he said wiping away his tears.
I've never seen Pedro this emotional. He never cries, but now he's crying because he was worried about me. 10 minutes later he got back inside.
' Good news hermano, we can go home!' He smiled at me. That's a relief, I hate hospitals. I tried to get up but got a little dizzy, Pedro put his arm around me to support me. Even in this condition are his touches making me nervous.
Like that we walked to...
'shit I don't have my car!' Pedro exclaimed.
' It's still at the beach' he mumbled. 'Why were you at the beach?' I asked.
'I was looking for you dumbass, I called Lewy, I had a mental breakdown, couldn't drive anymore so he came and got me,' he mumbled. 'Ohw...' I whispered.
I was taken aback from his words. I didn't knew it was so hard on him, but I'm starting to realize that perhaps I mean more to him than I tought. That makes me actually so happy. I stop walking. He turns around to see what is wrong.
He looks me in my eyes, and I throw my arms around his neck. I hug him like as if I let go he would dissappear.
'I'm so sorry pepi,' I mumble into his neck.
' It's okay hermano, but I do want to talk about it... let's go home and talk at my house. I'm going to call to see if Lewy can pick us up and drop us off at my car' Pedro said. I nod.
When Lewy arrived he literally ran out of his car, he pulled me in a hug, hes eyes filled with tears.
'I'm so glad you're okay son' he sight.
'I'm sorry Robert...' I mumble once again.
'Sush, nothing to be sorry for, let's get you home.' He dropped us off at Pedro's car, and Pedro drove home.
We sat on his couch, a good half a meter between us.
'Why did you ran away, Pablito?' He sounds so vulnerable. I was blank, I just looked away. I can't tell him the truth.
'Pablito, please be honest, what have I done? It was the worst moment of my life, I atleast want to know what I did wrong because I don't want this to happen ever again,' he said looking at me.
'You did nothing wrong Pepi, it's all on me!' I mumbled, tears forming in my eyes, fuck I'm getting emotional again.
I look away because I can't bring myself to look in his dark brown eyes or I know I'll break.
' Pablo... please, talk to me!' Pedro said. I was weighing off my choices, was I going to say the truth or was I going to lie to save our friendship. Easy choice...
'When I came downstairs and I saw you with the paper the girl gave you, I was scared,' I started to talk. 'Scared, how do you mean scared?' Pedro asked.
' If you get a girlfriend, I will lose my bestfriend... I can't lose
you, your all I have except Aurora. And besides who will drive me to practice?' I smiled at him.
'Ohw Pablito, you'll never lose me! Even if you wanted to,' he laughed. 'And Pablo, you can always be my, how do they call it on tik tok? Passenger princess?' He smiled at me. I smiled back.
He opened his arms allowing me to hug him. He knows I love hugs. I hug him, I close my eyes. I felt at peace even though I lied. But this is for the best. I love the guy, but these feelings aren't worth losing him.
' Do you want to do something?' Pedro asked, letting go of me.
' Any suggestions?' I asked.
' Well not fifa, I don't want to lose today' Pedro sighed while laughing. 'Wanna shoot some hoops, outside?' He asked.
'Yeah sure, like you're gonna win at basketball!' I laughed. It was a sunny day underneath the bright barcelona sun. I was pretty good at basketball, but even though I don't like to admit, Pedro is better than me.
Minutes later, we were sweating like hell and Pedro got rid of his shirt. Ohw please don't do this to me! His abs perfectly on display, his shorts were low on his hips, wich makes his v-lines perfectly visable. I was staring intensly at him, he noticed. ' I've been working out a little bit more lately, do you already see it?'
He asked, I nodded. To stunned to speak.
I decided to do the same, with one hand I pulled my shirt over my head. I took my water bottle and sprayed some water in my face, wich started to drip down on my chest, and slided down my abs. Do I look hot now? I questioned myself.
'You've been working out pretty well too I can see,' Pedro stated. His eyes on me made me feel weak in the knees. Normally I hate when people look at me with this kind of intens stare, but with Pedro, there is no better feeling.
