𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮, pedri

❝ i realize your laugh is the best sound i have ever heard. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

It's fucking match day!

Second match of the season and I'm pretty hyped up. Everyone is. After the last match, we've all learned from our mistakes and are ready to fucking rock this shit.

And with Olive on our side now? There's no way we're losing this shit. Because A, she's got a strategy that rocks. And B, we're all a little scared of her and absolutely do not want to see her angry. She yells when she's happy, what the hell is she going to do when she's mad?

We're warming up right now as the stadium fills up with fans, mostly ours since it's a home match. I definitely prefer home games. The fans are much more and they always bring life to the game. Cheering us and brightening up the arena.

It's also Olive's first match as an official quote unquote 'Barca Coach'. Technically she kind of is a coach, telling us what to do, what not to do, giving us strategies. On the other hand, she has little to zero experience in coaching. I'm just gonna call her 'Random Woman Who Yells At Us At All Times'. That's her official title to me.

Apart from fake girlfriend. Which by the way, we should really start hinting a relationship between the two of us. The only guy who thinks we're dating is that whatever-his-name-was-guy we ran into last time.

I don't know how to do that though. We can't just open instagram, snap a pic, and post it with the caption 'yay we're dating!'. Not just because people would see right through the fakeness that is our relationship but because there's nothing to 'yay!' about.

She'd probably know what to do though. She's smart. Or I'll just open chat GPT and pretend to have got brilliant ideas.

Apart from that, I just kicked Jules in the face with the ball because I was too busy trying to think of any idea for people to think Olive and I are dating.

"Dude!" He yells, hands up in the air, confused at my sudden brutality.

"Sorry, sorry!" I apologize, an apologetic smile on my face while I notice Pablo laughing in his own corner. That little rat.

Jules also notices and when Frenkie passes him the ball again, he immediately aims for Pablo's face which comes to a surprise to him, and doesn't get the time to duck properly, earning a ball right in his face.

Unlike my floppy, unfocused kick, Jules was aiming for his target and got him butt first on the ground. Yeah, we're going to get yelled at, yet I'm still going to laugh at this dumbhead.

"¡Que te jodan! (Fuck you!)" Gavi mutters, scratching his head in pain. Jules just shoots him a fake smile before running away and continuing his warm up.

I'm still laughing as I walk to Pablo to help him up. He takes my hand and with both of us doing an effort, he's back up on his two feet.

He wipes the fake grass off his ass followed by reaching his hands up and ruffling his hair, his fingers weaving through the strands of his hair.

"Yeah, you're going to be all over TikTok with this move." I tell him. May have been a simple, normal gesture but sometimes hot people just have to walk straight and get praised for it. And that's a truth people should start accepting.