𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, pedri

❝ is it cool that i said all that? is it too soon to do this yet? ❞
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The fact that Olive goes on runs is a huge turn on for me. I don't know why. Maybe it's just the fact that she voluntarily exercise.

I mean, the woman does not need exercise. Look at her. She's literally the definition of perfect body. Would make sense since she's a model.

Apart from that, the woman is exactly the perfect girlfriend for me. We've been seen together before, she's my sister's best friend, we live together... It's perfectly believable.

And besides all that, she's a perfect human shield in case of emergencies.

I'm still sat on the couch after Isabel and Pablo left again to go upstairs and do whatever I don't even want to know what my best friend does to my little sister.

I'm scrolling through twitter, mainly reading feedback from fans from our last match. I'm used to criticism, which I'd normally work over but apparently, Olive did such a good job at turning things around for us that even Madrid fans are complimenting us.

The feed is so positive and convinced that if we play that way for the rest of the season we could win the UCL and Laliga both.

I continue scrolling through the app, smiling as I read the tweets. I hear footsteps and turn my head.

Olive's wearing blue leggings with the exact same matching blue sports bra with white running shoes that complete the ensemble.

I watch as she passes, her walk smooth and powerful even though she thinks no one's here.

I turn back to my feed after the whole three seconds of staring at Liv passing by, not even acknowledging my presence.

After a couple of seconds, I hear something no brother ever desires to hear ever. And although I'm not quite sure if that's what I heard, I'm not risking hearing it again.

I immediately get up on my feet and walk away to the kitchen to avoid hearing the sound of a bed squeaking along with a let's call it groan.

"Take me with you." I beg Olive when I see her still at home.

She's adjusting her cap on her head with her headphones over them. "What? Why?" She's confused as she turns to my direction.

"I don't want to talk about it." I say like a little kid, approaching her.

"You just showered, you really want to go on a run now?" I imagined her shutting me down but I guess she's warming up to me more and more every day.

The first time we met, we couldn't even agree on a restaurant to go too and spent the rest of the night mostly yelling at each other. Now, we may be going on a run together. I like to call that progress.

"I can shower three times a day. But right now get me out of here."

"Your hair could get-" She suddenly stops talking and a grin appears on her face. A look of realization also. "You can tag along, I guess." She's holding a laugh in. Okay, she probably realized why I don't want to stay home.

"Stop laughing, I'm about to throw up." I tell her.

"You probably should. From the things I've heard, your best friend isn't the worse virgin out there." And now I'm going to throw up.

"Oh my God. Let's just go." A queasy sensation creeps up in my throat, making me feel like I'm on the brink of an involuntary retch.

She's chuckling as she grabs her phone. As I find myself closer to her now than before, I notice the tattoo she has between her breasts.