𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, olive

❝ nothing good starts in a getaway car. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Pedri's words have been harassing me ever since he suggested the words. I don't even know why it's affecting me so much.

I don't need a fake boyfriend. I'm tired of men, I don't need to get myself a fake boyfriend. Still, his words keep repeating themselves in my head over and over again.

I just told him I'd think about it last night for him to leave me alone. It's definitely a no. God knows what would happen if I accepted.

I don't need to end up naked in his hotel room again. Best, yet, biggest mistake I ever made.

I'm heading downstairs to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast before shutting down Pedri when my phone starts ringing.

I read my mom's name across my phone before answering. "Hi mom." I yawn from just waking up as I take my first step on the downstairs floor.

"Hi habibi. (Hi sweetie.)" Her voice is clearly more alive, more awake.

"Kifo Paul? (How's Paul?)" I walk in the kitchen, no one in here luckily so I put her on speaker and leave my phone on the table as I go raid the fridge.

"Mni7, mni7. Ca va. Kesser zghir, ma 7ata 7ass fiya bess kenit bayne ido wermene men baad ma taj mnel tobogan fa akhadto 3al mestachfa la sama7ala. Mni7 3melet hek. (Good, good. He's okay. Small fissure, he didn't even feel it but his hand was pretty swollen after falling from the slide so I took him to the hospital just in case. Good thing I did.)" She explains as I get the milk out of the fridge and crab some cereals and oats from the cupboards.

"Kate kheir. Salmile 3le, chta2telo. (Thank God. Tell him hi from me and I miss him.)" I sit and pour my food into the bowl I got.

There's a silence between us while she yells at who I think is Aya to clean her room and then proceeds to go nag to dad about the fact that she still hasn't cleaned her room and he tells her he'll take care of it but we all know he won't.

She finally stops yelling and nagging around when she gets to the kitchen. I hear the sound of water running and guess she's doing the dishes.

"Chou? Jeybe 7ada ma3ik 3al 3eres? Ekhtik el zghire w jeyba el boyfriend. Medre chou esmo. Nsit. (So? Are you bringing someone to the wedding? Even your younger sister's bringing her boyfriend. Whatever his name is. I forgot.)" My mother's been harassing me about bringing someone to my sister's wedding. I don't think bringing one of my one night stands would be a good idea so I've brushed off the subject in some way for the past two weeks.

"S2ali chou esmo. 7eba a3rif. (Ask her what's his name. I'd like to know.)" I try changing the subject.

"La2! Sarle jeme3ten bes2alik w bet ghayrile el mawdou3. Min jeybe ma3ik? (No! I've been asking you this question for two weeks now and you always change the subject! Who are you bringing with you?)" Damn it, she caught on.

"Khalas eltelik jeybe 7ada ma3e. Sad2ine. (Forget it, I told you I'm bringing someone so just trust me.)" I tell her as I bang my head against the kitchen table in silence for her not to hear.

"3al alile chou esmo? (At least tell me what his name.)" She begs of me.

"Ma khassik. (It's none of your business.)" I tell her.

"Ana emik wli! Chou esmo!? (I'm your goddamn mother. What's his name!?)" The only person on this earth who can be as scary as me is my mother. But she uses that power only when she needs to, I use it all the time.

My mouth stays open as I try finding something to say but my mind just blanks. Pedri then enters the kitchen and I suddenly find myself saying, "Pedri."

He turns around to look at me as I wait for my mother's response. She doesn't speak, while Pedri looks at me in confusion and I just sign for him to shut up.

"El zalame li 3eyche ma3o!? (The guy you're living with!?)" She asks after a moment of silence. Either from processing or internet problems. Lebanon's internet is like Pedri's basket ball skills. Shit, if you didn't get what I mean. "Khaya la Isabel!? (Isabel's brother!?)"

"Eh. (Yes.)" I gulp as I stare him down while he just stands still on the other side of the table, waiting for me.

"Wes. Ma chefta jeye. (Wow. I didn't see that one coming.)" I bang my head across the table repeatedly, — which is better than killing myself, they should be lucky banging is the only thing I'm doing — immediately regretting my words.

"Wala ana saraha. (Me neither honestly.)" I mumble to myself, my head on the table two tears away from crying.

I know she wants to say something but has no idea what to. Neither do I. Especially with Pedri starring right down at me.

"Layke- (Well-)" She gets cut off when I hear a high pitched, sharp noise. Aya's voice most probably. The screaming continues but I can't make out what she's saying. I do hear dad's voice yell back which probably means he didn't take care of shit. "Berja3 bde2elik (I'll call you back.)" I hear her sigh and the anger in her voice is clearly distinguished as she hangs up.

"What just happened?" He speaks immediately when I hang up with my mom.

I hold my head back up, "That fake girlfriend thing is still up for grabs?" I hint making his jaw almost drop. Yeah, I wasn't expecting to say yes either.