It's a few days later
"Did you think he was cute" my older sister asked me as we're sat in my bedroom
"He was alright but I will never see him again so don't get any ideas" I say "you never know you could become a wag" she laughs "what's a wag" i ask confused "like a footballer's girlfriend" she tells me "oh you could of just said that" I tell her
"Pass me your phone I want to call mum and tell her to bring some snacks up"
She grabs my phone and goes to the m section of my contacts "why do you have someone called me favourite footballer" she asks me "I don't know who that is" I tell her while I sit carrying my episode of whatever Netflix show I'm watching
I here the ringing noise presuming she's calling mum "hola cute sister wait you're not cute sister" the person in the phone says and I snatch it off her recognising the voice "why was your number on my phone" I ask him looking at the screen seeing his smug look "I don't know you tell me" he cheekily says and my sister stands up randomly leaning the room
"You're a loser" i tell him "that's not nice" he replies "it's the truth"
"Did you enjoy my game" he asks "which one" I say "oh so you've watched more than one" he chuckles "no I didn't know who you were until Jessie told me at the game" I tell him "I didn't know who you were until Jessie told me so we're on the same page" he jokes and I slightly smile
"I made you smile" he laughs "you didn't I was thinking about something funny" I say "really then what" he says "your football career" i grin and his face drops which makes me laugh
"I have to go now and I will most definitely not see you later" I tell him "I'll text you" he winks and I pretend to vomit then hang up
I walk downstairs to get a snack
"No way where you on the phone with pedri" Jessie asks "I wasn't" I reply walking into the kitchen "you were poppy told me" she says following me "poppys I liar" I reply grabbing a small chocolate bar "she's not" Jessie's says "she is because boys smell and I don't talk to them" I tell her pinching her cheek "ouch that hurt" she says as she holds her cheek "sorry jess now let's go watch tv" I tell her picking her up "can we watch the Barcelona show" she asks because she can't pronounce documentary "no we can watch home alone" I say as we lay on the sofa
Christmas Eve
*buzz* I hear the doorbell go and I go down seeing my dad with a massive package "what junk did you order this time lily" he asks me "nothing" I say "well it says your name" he says putting it on the ground
"Who was it" poppy asks walking downstairs "a parcel for me but I can't remember what I ordered" I say going to the kitchen grabbing a knife to cut it open
"What the hell I say" as I open the top revealing a Barcelona shirt and obviously it was pedri. I move it and there was loads of Barcelona merch , some chocolates and sweets , some flowers and 2 Barcelona tickets. "He is so weird" I say looking at it all "he's in love with you" poppy says opening some of the chocolate
My favourite footballer
How do you know where I live ?!??
Oh so you got my parcel
Didn't answer my question
Don't worry about it
Your weird
You love me
I don't know you
Get to know me ...
I'm alright
I'll see you on Boxing Day at
the game ?Jessie wants to go so maybe
I'll see you then and you will
have to face meAnd you can wear your
new shirtI think I'm alright
Your hard work
Im not I just don't like you
Why though
Your a footballer
Now that's rude
It's true not rude
I'd disagree
I need to go bye
YOU ARE READING
You belong with me - pedri gonzalez
FanfictionYou belong with me ... atleast I think