𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙣, olive

❝ i don't like your little games. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

"When did you come back?" Isabel walks in the kitchen barely seconds after her brother left.

"Somewhere in between Pablo taking off his shirt and you taking off yours." I answer casually, mixing the chicken and the rice together.

"God, we should really stick to my bedroom shouldn't we?" She covers her face with her hands as she leans on the counter just like Pedri a few seconds ago. Sibling telepathy I guess. At least she didn't climb up and sit on it.

"We can still hear you but at least we won't see it." I flash her a grin and she blushes before covering her face again, turning away.

The door opens again but I'm not even bothered to check who it is. "Who made you blush?" I recognize Pablo's voice talking to his girlfriend.

"You. It's always you, soccer boy." I answer, not giving him one look, too focused on not burning the dish.

"I wasn't even in the room." He points out and I can just feel him taking her in his embrace in a bear hug from behind.

"So?" I question heading back towards the fridge to add a tiny bit more of butter.

I'm not sure what happens between the two of them next but I know he whispers something into her ear and she whispers back. And I feel like a third wheel for the millionth time again.

"Need any help, Livy?" Isabel asks. Unlike Pedri, I take up her offer and ask her to get me the salt and pepper.

Pablo then leaves us to finish dinner and the two of us prepare it while blabbering about nothing important. I tell her how my meeting with Xavi goes, which was actually more than great and she asks me what I think about her dropping a new album even if she did just dropped one two months ago.

I honestly think Isabel's a great artist, and I'm not just saying that cause she's my best friend. For someone who english isn't even her first language, her lyricism and the way she expresses herself is just beautiful.

Which of course makes me yell 'hell yes!' when she asks me about it.

We finish dinner about twenty minutes later and Isabel goes upstairs to call the boys and let them know we're done.

The door opens but I don't see anyone coming in, until I hear the little bell and catch a glimpse of blonde hair running again.

I bend down and Pablito jumps into my arms. Isabel's golden retriever that Pablo got her. He's barely three months old so he's still not that heavy.

His actual name's Pablo but we all call him Pablito to avoid any confusion. Calling him Pablo probably isn't Isabel's smartest move.

"Hello, little baby." I speak in a higher pitch and a more gentle, affectionate tone compared to how I speak to other humans. "How are you?" I caress the back of his ear, and he sticks out his tongue, clearly enjoying it.

I keep on petting him while waiting for the other three to show up.

He starts barking at me randomly. "What's wrong, bub? You hungry?" He barks again confirming my assumption even though I don't think he did it on purpose.