𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚, olive

❝ sacred new beginnings. ❞
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"No way... you're actually jealous." I laugh, looking at my best friend who's fuming at the view of her boyfriend asking where the cereal section is to a random supermarket worker who's clearly into him but he's just uncomfortable.

"I am not!" She's normally a good liar, I don't know why it came out so clearly like a lie with her high pitched voice. She crosses her arms, narrow eyes as she stares at the scene and tightens her lips.

I laugh in my own little word as we watch Pablo's hand which is basically glued to his back as he signs for help by holding his hand down with his thumb tucked into his palm, then folding his fingers down, symbolically trapping his thumb in his fingers.

"Sí, muy interesante. Pero, ¿puedes decirme dónde están los cereales? Mi novia de allí realmente quiere un poco. (Yeah, very interesting. But can you just tell me where the cereals are? My girlfriend over there really wants some.)" He finally mans up, finds an excuse for the girl to stop flirting with him and points to us, directing Isabel more exactly.

Isabel raises her hand waves hello, in a mean girl, evil way, tilting her head and putting on the fakest smile you'll see a woman doing. I taught her that.

"Oh sí. Al final, a la derecha. Al lado de la sección de leche. (Oh, yeah. At the end, on the right. Next to the milk section.)" She answers shortly before going back to placing the ketchup on their shelves.

Pablo walks back towards us, "It's not my fault!" He immediately defends himself as he looks at his fuming girlfriend.

Her face turned red somewhere in between the woman lingering over her boyfriend's arm as she spoke to him.

He takes her in his embrace before softly pressing a kiss against her cheek. "Come on, bonito. You know I love you." The whole entire world knows he's in love with her. They're literally made for each other. They're like movie in love.

Their whole story is a freaking movie. From him being in love with her his whole life and not sleeping with anyone just because he was waiting for her while she semi-hated semi-liked him, until she fell hard for him back and they finally got together. Until she was forced to break up with him by some old dude who was just a little pussy. So they broke up, no one knew why, not even him, for about two weeks until he couldn't take it anymore and asked to know what happened between them and she finally admitted that someone threatened her to do so, therefore he flew all the way to NYC, almost assassinated him — luckily I stopped him, but I did kick the guy in his balls — came back here to Spain and now they've been living their happily ever after for about two weeks.

Long story yeah? You didn't even hear half of it. Anyway, some might think they're still young and have only been dating for a few weeks, but I have never seen two people made for each other more than them. And I'm more than sure when I say, they're gonna grow old together and be buried in the same grave.

"Fine, fine. I love you too." She goes weak at his touch as she chuckles when he kisses her lips. Now I know why Pedri didn't want to come grocery shopping with us and wished me luck before I closed the door behind me.

"We get it you're in love. Let's get those fruit loops you want now." I roll my eyes before rolling the cart to the direction of the cereal isle.

They follow me behind and I hear them whispering. I don't even care about what because it's probably about tissue papers these days. They were so exciting at first, I begged Isabel for details , now they're just in love. Lucky them.

"Hey, love birds," I call them out while trying to grab Isabel's cereals but I'm too short so Pablo swoops in over me and puts in the cart. "Don't do that again. I can get it on my own." I warn him instead of saying what I initially wanted to tell them.

"You weren't reaching it." He points at the cereal that is clearly out of my reach but I don't need no one's help. Made it that far on my own. I don't need my best friends boyfriend to help me out.

"Then I'll get a goddamn ladder." I stare him up and he takes a few steps back, taking his girlfriend's hand and squeezing it.

Isabel chuckles when Pablo takes her hand, clearly scared of me. "Stop being stubborn and let us help you from time to time." She tells me.

"You want to help me? Come apartment hunting with me later." I take this opportunity to say what I initially wanted to ask of them.

"Apartment hunting? Aren't you gonna live with us?" Isabel looks confused.

"I can barely stand all the love in a supermarket. I'm not gonna sleep in a room while you two are just fucking on the other side of the wall." I point out and notice the cereals I want on the bottom shelf and grab them.

"Not with us two. With me and Pedri. Gavi has his own apartment." Isabel says while I notice Pablo trying to hold in a laugh at my words.

"What an apartment he must have if he keeps sleeping in your room." I lean in on the cart full of our groceries.

"That's not the point. He has his own apartment so technically we aren't living together." She states. "He just sleeps in my bed every other night." She mumbles to herself thinking I couldn't hear her and now she earns a death stare from me. She's tolerated me for like five years though so she's not scared of my shit anymore. Only human not blood related to accomplish that

"Let's say you don't live with each other." I put that fact aside. "What am I gonna be? A girl who lives with two siblings? That's just weird."

"No." Isabel denies, taking a second to come up with something else. "You'll be a girl living with her best friend. And her stupid annoying big brother but we can just ignore him."

"It's his house. I don't think we can ignore him." I say since initially it was Pedri's house and then Isabel asked him to move in with him so she could move to back to Spain and be closer to her boyfriend. And I followed her here because she's like my sister and I had nothing else in the US and also, Spain is closer to my home country.

"Not anymore. Now it's our house." She points between us. "Besides, it kind of always was my house. I always stayed there when I came to visit and I always had my own room." She says. "Also, I'm the only one to clean that stupid huge house of his." She adds.

"Isa, you know I love you, I'd live with you again in heartbeat. But, it's Pedri's house. I can't just barge in and move in." I speak honestly.

She doesn't speak so I assume she's letting it go. I'll just ask about the apartment hunting later.