𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚, pedri

❝ in the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do, baby. ❞
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It's weird. Very weird.

It's eight in the morning and I'm thinking about Olive Larsen. And I want to kill myself for it.

I just woke up from the weirdest — yet, just might be the best — dream.

Olive was just being herself, putting I-have-no-idea-who-the-guy was in his place, which apparently turned me on. And somehow she ended up on top of me.

As much as I hate the fact that I had it, I hate the fact that it ended because it was going oh so well.

I've slept with my fair share of woman. I know that. But, ever since I've drunkenly slept with Olive, none of them made me feel the way she did. And we were drunk. I have no idea how good she is stone cold sober. But, I am not finding out. Not today, not ever.

As much as the thought of it is amazing. Sleeping with Sober Olive might cause the end of the world. My world at least.

First off, Isabel would kill me. She's all about that Romeo and Juliet stuff while I just need to get laid once in a while. I believe in love, I've seen it with my own eyes, my best friend and sister. But, it's just not made for me.

Secondly, I'm ninety percent sure that Olive's one hundred percent the best woman out there in bed. However, she's also one hundred percent the most annoying one out there. I won't ever hear the end of it.

Thirdly, and lastly, I don't even know how that would go. No way in her right mind would she ever get in bed with me again. I'm not going to get her drunk again and sleep with her. I don't sleep with drunk people. — When I'm sober. We were both so drunk the other night that neither of us actually realized what we were doing.

I just need to get her out of my mind now. But apparently after last night, she really bought herself a place in that brain of mine.

I hated the way she humiliated me in front of my friends. Hated. But, fucking hell, I gotta admit, it was hot.

I get out of bed, turn on the lights which flicker so lightly it basically burns my eyes. I walk to my bathroom and get ready for training at nine.

By eight-twenty, I'm all ready. I get out of the room and head to my sister's where Pablo would probably be.

As much as people think their relationship would bother me, it actually doesn't a tiny bit. I've always known Pablo was in love with Isa. He basically was his whole life, drooling after her while she always hated him.

When they finally got together, it kind of healed both of them in some way. Especially Isabel. He's always there for her, no matter what, and same goes for him.

So no, my little sister and best friend fucking doesn't really bother me. Well, except the fucking part. But that's just cause she's still my baby sister in my head.

I knock softly on the door, knowing Isa, she's probably still asleep. I don't wait for a response as I open the door.

I find Pablo just getting out of bed while Isabel's still dead asleep. "Give me ten." He whispers so low, I barely hear him.