dumb blonde | pablo gavi

06

Aurora ruffles her little brother's wet hair, smiling tenderly. Probably she and Belen were the only people with whom Pablo was like that. Calm, soft. How he actually feels himself. Gavira snuggled closer to the girl, not even thinking about what anyone might think. He loved to show his love tactilely, he love to be touched and he  loved to touch someone. He loved hugs in all their forms, loved quick and weightless kisses, loved handshakes. He did everything to touch the people who were dear to him. Even by accident.

And he realized at that moment that he had never touched Sarah Hernandez. Consciously, at least. He touched her while he played football. He made tackles, hitting her right in the shin so that she finally fell down. He touched her blond hair as he drowned her in the pool. He clicked his nose to annoy her. And it was very rare that she needed help or her parents themselves asked for it. Because Pablo was responsible for Sarah, and even this stupid hatred changes nothing.

Aurora slowly rises from her lounger to join the Hernandez siblings, who are having fun splashing around in the pool. The heads of both families sat under the canopy, playing chess and drinking iced tea while the mothers worked their magic over the grill. A blissful smile appears on Sarah's face as soon as the elder Gavira gets nearby, because she does not have to be here alone. The cool water pleasantly washed over the already tanned skin, and the girl blissfully closed her eyes, leaning back and not paying attention to everything that surrounded her.

Gavi carefully watched everything that happened here, in the backyard of their house. His parents didn't really attract his attention like what was happening in the pool. Sarah, who was just lying on the water, Aurora and Eric, who were just talking to each other, splashing around.
This was much more interesting. Pablo himself was not eager to be in the water. He didn't really know how to swim. If in the Hernandez house the pool has deep that Gavi could easily reach the bottom, then here he preferred to be on land. His maximum is just to soak his feet in water.

He liked how quickly the girl's skin get tanned. She had not been lying on her back for very long time, and her nose was already flushed, as were her shoulders. Surely, then she will complain that she burned out again, as she always did. Pablo probably knew her too well.

Finally, to escape boredom, Gavira takes his phone out of his sister's beach bag and takes a quick photo. The guy never really bothered about photographs and he did not arrange the angle and light. Aurora often scolded him for even managing to make the horizon line crooked. Pablo, without even checking what he just photographed, immediately posts his creation in his story. He think that he need to please his subscribers once in a while. Moreover, the shot seemed to turn out very well: a swimming pool, a small table with drinks, the edge of a house. But Sarah herself got a little hit, or rather her hair, which spread across the surface of the water. It's okay.

Pablo feels some kind of inner satisfaction. The season starts only in a few weeks, and training does not bring any fatigue. The guy spends a lot of time with family and friends, relaxing at his leisure.

Suddenly Belen calls out to Pablo, and the guy slowly gets up, throwing a dry towel off his reddened shoulders. The two women smile softly when they notice that the younger Gavira has gone up to the terrace; Belen immediately gives his son a quick kiss on the top of his head. Gavi couldn't be happier.

— What's up, mom? — the guy hugs the woman from the back while she was removing vegetables from the grill. Alba also looked at him for just a moment while she was chopping the salad. She liked the changes that had happened to Pablo over the past couple of years. Of course, she couldn't call him a man: the eighteen-year-old guy still has the wind in his head. But in some ways he was much smarter than Eric, who, for the record, was older.

— Please bring a towel for
Sarah. — the woman did not even look away from her work for a second, giving instructions to Pablo. — Take it from the chest in our bedroom, the lowest drawer.