boy without a car | Gavi (English's Version)

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Sunday.

This is the way my family and I spend Sundays: at home doing absolutely nothing.

It's just a day to chill.

I go downstairs to the living room where my older brother is sitting at the coach with his staring at the TV in front of him. I swear that he isn't blinking at all.

I don't need to look at the screen to know what has caught his complete attention.

My brother is a football lover, I believe that men have something in their dna that makes them love that sport like crazy, because all the men I have known are die-hard football fans. Something I will never understand.

I sit by his side and steal his pack of lays.

"¡Hey, you don't even like them!" he complains without taking his eyes off the TV.

I grab as many chips as my hand can handle and chew them with hunger.

Flavour cheese, it's not bad but I prefer flamin' hot, just spicy that my fingers stay red for days cause of their intense color.

"Take them off me then" I just say it to piss him off.

He moves his hand in my direction but in clumsy attempts because he doesn't take his eyes off the TV and I mock him.

"They're not gonna score 2 goals if you stop watching" I say with a laugh.

Finally, he looks at me and snatch away the pack of chips in a solid move.

"Ha, ha, ha" he laughs sarcastically and chews a chip just to return to focus in the match.

"Weren't we going to watch a movie with mom and dad?"

"Yas, when the match finishes" he responds obvious.

"Ah" I speak listlessly and for the first time I lead my eyes to the TV where the match is going on, barça vs I don't know.

Alex is a culé that's why I recognized the blue and red distinguished shirts of the team. Other than those colors and some names I hear from my brother I don't know anything.

0-0 with 70 minutes. Could it be more boring?

"Who is playing?"

"Barça and Betis" replies fast. "Nooo, fuck" he stands up and y rubs his hands over his face.

The rival team had scored a goal and my brother was dying of courage.

"Next time you'll win"

"Every match is important, it's a matter of win or nothing" he squeeze the empty pack of chips.

Men.

"I better change the channel for your mental and physical health" I try to reach the control TV in the center table.

But he fast forward and get it first.

"We're going to score in a minute" he goes back to his seat with the control TV on his hand, I sigh.

The match is about to end, 85 minutes in the scoreboard and Alex continues believing that his team will score a goal.

"GOOOOOOAAAAAAAAALLL!!!" he jumps up screaming euphoric.

I raise my eyebrows thinking:

They said that hope is the last thing to die, isn't it?

"Still didn't win" I love to piss him off.

"Tie is better than losing, everything is better than losing"

He got it right but I wouldn't admit it.

The goal repetition scene was playing on the screen and this time from a better angle and quality, the player scores the ball into the net.

The boy kisses his shirt and raises his arms in the air, afterwards, other players come to celebrate. Unconsciously I tilt my head a little bit when I notice he is very young, and handsome honestly.

"Gavi is a crack"

"Who?" I get out of my hypnosis and look at my brother.

"The one who just score" he points out the player with the number 30. "Every girl is in love with him"

I hadn't even noticed the name and number printed in the shirt.

"But stop looking at him that way, it's so disgusting"

I hadn't noticed that I was looking at him one more time until I heard Alex.

"Weren't we watching the game? Well, that's what I'm doing"

"Don't tell me you like him" he moves his head denying while takes his hand to his forehead.

"I have eyes and he's not bad" I shrug my shoulders.

"Women" rolls his eyes.

"Men" I copy him and go to my bedroom.

"You're not my sister anymore!" yells from the living room while I go upstairs.