𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧, pedri

❝ for all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease. ❞
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As we decided on the field, we're all going out to our usual night club. We just all need to get home and change to more formal outfits so we agreed to meet up around nine thirty / ten-ish.

It's also the first time we take Lamine out with us. He just turned nineteen — about almost two months ago but whatever — and he finally got coach's permission to come out with us.

The kid is hyped, I gotta tell you. I still remember the first time I went to a bar. Except I was fifteen and my dad had just picked me up from school and apparently 'wasn't in the mood to go home'.

Luckily, Isabel had to stay later at school so she never got that first bar experience at twelve with dad who started throwing things around from getting mad over the fact that I wanted to leave because I had training and homework.

We got kicked out of the bar that day and were banned forever. I couldn't blame them. Dad was throwing glasses around and yelling so loud, people over in Eritrea could hear him.

I've never gone to that bar since then. Even now, all grown up and drinking my ass off on off nights. It'd just bring back too much horrible memories. Also, what if someone recognizes me? I doubt it but it's a risk I am not willing to take.

Anyway, my second bar experience was pretty good though. It was with Ferran and Jules. They got me pretty wasted that night and let me tell you, Xavi did not appreciate it the next day.

That's why we now wait for Xavi's approval on taking out the youngsters with us. And tonight is Lamine's first time.

We don't see it at all as babysitting though. Lamine is literally one of us, we all see each other as brothers. There's no one left out. Well, except for Ter Stegen. He's like Xavi's husband and we're their adoptive children. I'd never say that out loud though.

For the first time ever, I'm the first one ready. It doesn't happen often. Actually it never happens. I always take my time but I feel so energetic and happy over my performance today, I just need to get to the club asap and celebrate.

"Come on!" I yell, knocking insanely on Isabel's bedroom door. — Not Pablo and Isabel's room that he sleeps in everyday and has his own drawer, just Isabel's.

I continue knocking, over and over again waiting for one of them to answer. I can hear the shower water so that must mean one's showering and the other is not so what's their fucking problem!?

"I swear-" A door opens but it isn't the one I was knocking on. I turn and see Olive standing at her door, her head popped out of the frame and she's staring at me with that angry look she has.

"Shut up, dude." She immediately speaks.

"Are you ready?" I ask to see if at least one person in this household is dressed.

"Yes. That's why I opened the door halfway, for you not to see my fully clothed body." She hits me with sarcasm as she rolls her eyes.

"Why are you guys taking so long!?" I nag. Ohh, now I see why they always yell at me when I'm late.

She raises an eyebrow, her death stare not gone anywhere as she stares up and down at me. "Mister got-ready-fast-for-the-first time really needs to get his freaking nagging down because Miss is-not-ready is going to kill him." She shoots before slamming her bedroom door close.

She kind of has a point but I really want to leave. I turn to knock on the other two's door again but I hear Olive's door open up again. "And stop knocking on their fucking door, they're both in the shower! And, yes, together, at the same time!" She points out before slamming that same door again but somehow the bang got louder.