kind of a basic plot, but just trust me on this, alright? 🙁
a story in which pedri's cousin, morena, joins the spanish national team on their journey to qatar for the 2022 world cup.
despite not being part of the team, morena is able to persuade he...
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CAPTION: what do we think of the hat?
COMMENTS ⬇️
user1: adorbiess 💞💕💖 Liked by creator
green: We love it 💚!!! ^ morenagonzalezz: not green noticing me
user2: i have one in red! ^ morenagonzalezz: twin?! christmas 😍
zainab.rahmen: THE OUTFIT >>> Liked by creator
user3: im so invested in ur life atm ^ morenagonzalezz: ay thanks 🤠
user4: ryan gosling or chris evans? ^ morenagonzalezz: give me a quadratic equation to solve instead 🙂.
pedrigonzalez: i like the hat 👍 ^ morenagonzalezz: older cousin validation!!!
parisburne_: ITS SOOO PARIS CHIC ^ morenagonzalezz: TRÈS MAGNIFIQUE 😍
user5: can i microwave a single grape? ^ morenagonzalezz: i don't see why not
noahschnapp: I'm rooting for france sorry 😌 ^ morenagonzalezz: NOWAHHH 🤬
user6: CHE BELLA ^ morenagonzalezz: speak italian 4 me 😏
user7: i actually love ur vibe
pablogavi: u dont need a hat to warm u up, you have me ^ morengonazlezz: it makes me look good ^ pablogavi: you have me for that too 🤣🤣
pablo picked zainab and i up from modelling today. we were so lucky we left before any crowds formed: those were impenetrable.
"zainab, i'm dropping you off at the coffee shop, sí?" he double checked, glancing at her reflection in the rear-view mirror. she nodded 'mhm.'
"and morena... we're hanging out." pablo smirked. his gaze remaided on the road, but i could feel him eyeing me through peripheral vision.
zainab let out a loud sigh, and with a roll of her eyes, she was out of the car. she blew a sweet goodbye kiss in my direction, before entering the coffee shop.
the echo of the car door slamming shut rang in my ear, before i pulled the over-head mirror down, to touch up my lipgloss. i knew for certain that pablo was watching me.
"weirdo." i mumbled, "why don't you say something, instead of just staring?" i teased, smirking at my reflection. he chuckled, shyly.
"i like to stare at you: eres tan guapa." pablo flirted, taking my free hand hand kissing it. he paused for a moment, to marvel at my newly-done nails, before turning the car on again.
we began driving through the streets of doha; it wasn't perfect or artificial. the scenery was raw, authentic, and made me feel at home. i reminisced my last trip to los angeles, and how out of place i felt.
especially in suburban neighbourhoods and towns. it felt like one big simulation: i'm convinced the USA is just one huge movie set.
"it's nearly your birthday." pablo excitedly reminded me, causing me to slump in my seat and grown. his eyes flicked to me, confused at my reaction.
"que pasa?"
"no quiero ser una mujer. quiero ser una niñita para siempre." i confessed, turning towards my window. i heard the boy scoff at my reply.
"para siempre? ni de coñia!" he refused, shaking his head. he was already 18, he didn't get it.
and i was a girl, so he really didn't get it at all! girlhood to womanhood is a step the size of an elephant's. so many new responsibilities.
"and so many opportunities too!" pablo reasoned. "think of how many things are age restricted to over 18s."
he did have a point.
"i don't care about drinking, gavi." i groaned, covering my face with both hands.
"not just alcohol dios mio! being an adult is cool, you'll see. and i'll make sure you have the best birthday ever. i promise." he pledged, placing one hand on my thigh, which i interlocked with mine.
"fine, alright." i agreed, laying back in defeat.
pablo began to talk again, "i mean, what did you think is gonna happen when you become 18, huh?"
i shrugged.
"you think you're gonna grow gray hair, all of a sudden." he joked, resulting in me rolling my eyes again.
"shut up, tonto." i hissed.
"no, en serio. like, what did you think was gonna happen? look at me, i'm fine!"
"are you though?" i asked, playfully. he turned to me, outraged.
"ay, niño! eyes on the road." i panicked.
A/N: paris nice era confirmed!! i'm RE RE WATCHING 'DUNE' BECAUSE I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF PAUL ATREIDES. BYEEEE 😍😍.
ANYWAY, I'M STARTING ANOTHER PROJECT (ik y'all are done with me SGSHJA)
