𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 (pedri x gavi)

pt 2

we quickly exit the camp, heading to pedris car.

we both get into our respective seats, pedri still locked in his embarrassed stance, stiff as can be in the drivers seat.

"so, pedri, any ideas on what to eat?"

i ask breaking the still silence occupying the small car.

"uh, no, unless you have any ideas.."

he says while staring off, getting ready to pull off out of the parking lot.

he's still so flustered, the red tint in his cheeks still has yet to fade.

"well i heard of this new restaurant, why not go there?"

i reply back, he just simply nods in agreement, seeming to be too focused on driving.

i plug in the directions into my phone so he knows where he's going and doesn't get us lost.

— 30 minutes later —

PEDRI'S POV:

i'm so embarrassed, i can't speak to him, i can't even look at him! and he's right next to me.

he doesn't seem to be too affected at least, but i'm a different story.

i didn't mean to get that transfixed on him, that lost in him.

he's just so... perfect, but i can't think of him like that, i'm straight, he's straight, and we're just friends, that's all.

plus what would everyone say if i did say i was anything but straight, what would gavi say?

it's a risk not worth taking, i'm comfortable with myself.

anyways, we had reached the restaurant gavi had wanted to go to, so i parked the car.

"we have to be secretive, i don't want to be harassed by fans today."

gavi squealed out like a little mouse from his passenger seat.

"alright, we'll be secretive then."

i say, continuing conversation for the first time this entire ride.

i grab one of my extra hats that i left in the back of my car and put it on gavis head.

time seems to slow as he looks to me, getting lost in his deep brown eyes, i swear a millennia had passed in his eyes, he smiled at me, i smiled back.

then i quickly exited the car, gavi followed suit, hopping out of my car.

he runs to catch up with me, i'm basically already at the entrance.

"pepi! wait up!"

says the smaller boy, lagging behind me, i turn back and just smile at him waiting for him to catch up.

we enter the restaurant and quickly grab our seats, a nice little booth next to a window.

the waitress comes up to take our orders, i'm not that hungry, but gavi was, and when he's hungry it's like he's a 6-foot tall wrestler.

"i'll have the chicken caesar salad, please."

i said, putting down the menu and looking at gavi, who's still scanning the menu.

"i'll have the... the um, the french onion soup, please."

he said while also putting down his menu, and staring back at me, he quickly smirks like a mad man, this time i'm the one making him blush.

i'm the one to break the short eye contact to quickly look up at the waitress to thank her.

we make light conversation of training today, and our upcoming matches, just until our food arrives.