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MARISOL's POV
me, i need my mom.
i've been sulking in my room all day and my dad's breaking point was after i didn't go down for the special dinner he makes whenever my mom's gone. he loves it so much because she isn't there to worry about him burning the house down when he uses the grill.
he's actually good at using it though. she should let him do it more often.
he knocked on my door and i told him it was opened, pausing one of charles' vlogs to make me feel better.
"mija, no has salido de tu cuarto todo el día. cuenta que pasa, me estás preocupando. (daughter, you haven't left your room all day. tell me what's wrong, you're worrying me)"
i wish i could even put into words what's going on.
my thoughts, though, could tell a whole story.
"no lo pudiera explicar. (i couldn't explain it)"
he gets closer to the side of the bed where i lay as he puts a hand on my arm. "at least come down and eat with us." it is the least i could do. i give in and get up, going down the stairs to see my brothers having a feast.
i don't know why it feels like i haven't seen them in forever.
i smile at the sight of them laughing when i take a seat next to thiago where my plate is. "al fin bajaste (you finally came down), mari!" the excitement in his voice makes me want to break down on the spot. it only gets worse when he hugs my arm. "quieres jugar con nosotros después?! (want to play with us after?!)"
"claro. (of course)" i tell them and they all get to eating when my dad joins us at the end of the table.
"está bueno la comida o no? (is the food good or no?)" it's amazing as always. "muy bueno! (really good!)" ciro tells him and continues to talk to thiago.
right about now, i wish i was their age and anyone but me right now.
i pick up some small bites when i hear a paper like sound. "i drew you something!" ciro tells me and places a crumbled paper right in front of me. i laugh at it slightly but unfold it.
"do you think pedri can some over again soon?!"
if i look at the kid's drawing any longer, i'll actually burst into tears.
it's a little recreation of the day he came to babysit with me and all of us outside. theres an arrow pointing to all of us with our names and assigned colors. he's green and i'm pink.
ciro probably didn't wanna give away his favorite color which is good because i don't think pedri deserves it anyways.
"no creo que pasará mucho ahora (i don't think he'll come by much anymore)" i just barely say. "y porque no?! (and why not?!)"
"marisol?" my dad asks after my silence is heard.
"i just figured because he has a girlfriend now."
my fork drops the same way his did just so he could pick up her call and ditch me at some restaurant. the moment replay's in my mind and it's almost like it didn't happen. but it very much did. the second worst part was the ride home at the back of an uber silently sobbing till she saw me through the rearview mirror.
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cruel summer | PEDRI GONZALEZ
Fanfiction❈ marisol messi, former PSG player, returns with her dad and family as they find their way back to their roots and play for FC Barcelona once again where she rekindles lost friendships and much more. ❈ anything can happen in one summer...
