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Pedri sometimes thought about how everyone in the team were friends except with that one person. On the pitch you wouldn't think that but Gavi is the most distant and quiet soul he's ever met. He's sure there's a reason for it but he can't seem to get close to him. He's the mystery he wants to solve the most in his existence. The most attractive connection he's ever had to something/someone.

Right now, it was Tuesday, training day. Woohoo! One of the days Pedri was most excited about. It was a great opportunity to get better and learn more about what he does best.

His phone rang for a couple minutes until he finally answered. "Hi, what do you want fucker," Pedri's first sentence since he woke up still feeling the dizziness from the melatonin. "It's time for you to wake up boo-boo bear hahahahhaha," Ferran replied, voice full with sarcasm.
"Alright I'll see you there thanks for waking me up again bud. Xavi would've killed me if you didn't and I arrived late," yeah, Pedri's biggest fear wasn't losing a limb or even his own father being angry at him but Xavi was a different breed.

The 21 year old got up ate something quick as he only had 5 minutes to get there, pretty hasty morning. He dressed up, brushed his teeth and got into his car and drove quickly to the training centre.

On the other side, Gavi woke up as well. He was strict about that. The only things he's got in this world are himself and his love for FC Barcelona and football. Sadly that was the truth and it sat deep in his mind, the only thing he could think about. He tries to brush it off but he can't, and he's not a good actor so it's obvious. But noticed he's only being seen when he speaks, so to prevent his negativity taking the best of him and the team's chemistry he vowed to himself to never talk except shouting his teammates' names on the pitch. Kind of weird when you watch the games he's always the one to protect his fellow allies and the one to get in trouble. That's how truly interesting he actually is even though he doesn't seem to know that. When he's on the pitch there's like a switch that activates itself and he becomes... alive? Anyway he wakes up at 7 am everyday to practice for an hour since that's the only thing he lives for. It's noticeable at the end of the week when his legs feel like heavyweights and he can't move for dear life. It was finally 8:30 and it was time to get into his car.

They both arrive coincidentally at the same time, Pedri waves at him and Gavi waves back but he seems fatigued like always and Pedri doesn't want to perturb him more than he presume he already is.

After training, Gavi left off quickly as usual but ultimately forgot the one thing he trusts no one to even take a look at when it's locked, his phone.

Pedri being the last one to leave as he takes showers longer than the time you need to read the bible, found the device and wondered whose it might be. Considering he knows everyone pretty well to the point of at least knowing their phone background or having a vague memory of it, it was quite peculiar he didn't remember this one, the basic iPhone background was very offsetting in his quest of finding the person. But he decided to take it home and look into it as he assumes no one will know he went and looked through their phone.

At home, Pedri went to lay on the couch having only the phone of the mysterious guy in his hand. He also thought about the possibility of it being the cell phone of someone on the staff team but it was highly unlikely as only the players, Xavi and the cleaning personnel were allowed to enter, evidently the cleaning duty was after the players cleared out of the room.

He tried unlocking it. First try he went for something one of the guys he talks to less and he didn't get it right, a second attempt and still no result. He thought about the smaller passionate midfielder all of a sudden and then it clicked. It was Gavi's phone. He's probably worried but Pedri didn't even think about returning it right now as he could've went back to the training emplacement. He needed to, he craved to know more about the younger one. And the vague memory of him telling the whole team on the only occasion where he spoke (well shouted) about something other than pressing more and acting like "real men", just the thought of it makes Pedri giggle as the man never speaks but dares to yell such things.

He stares at the phone and puts in the code he might think is the correct one, the one he remembers Gavi telling them about as he was dared to tell them what his password would most likely be. He answered back then with aurora5467 and was a bit ashamed about being a bit too caring with his little sister.

And it was right, 5467 was the answer and he immediately found himself confronted with his notes, which were... not what he expected.

"I wish I was different, wish I could talk to my teammates without fearing it. I don't talk much to them, never did, probably never will. I feel like I'm a burden, always getting called lazy and dumb by my parents and the very few of my friends (which now also left me LOLZ). Even if it was bantering most of the time, it hurt me. I have no one to talk to only this stupid phone and I can't imagine the terror I will experience and imagine how I will look if someone hacks my Apple ID or somehow finds my device and decides to take a look in it. I wouldn't blame them to be honest. Obviously when someone doesn't talk, you certainly develop curiosity that's building up about learning to know more about a mysterious being, especially when they're so close but don't seem to let people in. I wish I could, but I got so disappointed in the human race that I prefer not to. Crazy to think I'm one of the most exciting midfielders of the new generation but still can't get ahold of myself and stop writing these cringy life updates as if it's going to magically change anything. The truth is, I would love for someone to discover this. To unravel me until I'm naked. Not that type of nakedness obviously. Just unfold whatever layers there are to even discover, because honestly I'm pretty bland. I can't tell you anything about me unless you'd ask me specific questions about myself. I don't get how socialising became a chore. It drains me to act like I'm okay all the time so if I can avoid it I'm certainly not going to miss on the opportunity. I don't know since when I've felt this void of any emotion except tiredness, sadness and anger. Well also the feeling of having to get better at football everyday visibly. It's the only thing that makes me feel alive and I hate having to write this all in a book but I always believed therapists were scammers and the very few times I began trusting one to help me get better they just said "Life's though, if this bothers you this much, you're not ready for what comes next." Okay Einstein we know you're discernibly a wise person if your job is giving life advice but HOW THE FUCK is that supposed to help me ? They made me want to jump a high building even more than I already wanted to to be frank hahahahah. The fact I'm laughing when writing to a non-existent friend is pretty insane I admit it, but I have no one else. The little amount of friends I had left me and the ones still there use me for money so not really my friends I guess. There's only a notes app I can trust in life and I hope it changes soon because this weird feeling of weakness I've felt since almost forever is making me more and more exhausted. "I have no one" is always the only thing that I tell myself but I really do think so, the evidence is clear when you see everyone on the pitch with their closest friends and family but you stand there with absolutely NO ONE. My parents only appreciated when I did work well for school, pressured me into getting a job because becoming a professional football player seemed unlikely to them. I always am the only person trusting and believing in myself and being available for me. Kind of cringe but sometimes I hug myself and imagine it's someone else's arms, I always cramp up into myself to get more warmth, something I've also haven't quite felt since a long time. The last time I think was back in middle school, when that one classmate hugged me. I evidently had a crush on them it was clear as water. Only problem was that the individual was a boy. This is another reason I've wanted to hang myself for years, but I'm still standing because I first wanted to prove myself I could become strong and I could restore myself. I've never felt empathy for anyone maybe that's also a symptom I should explore on my journey to become a better person. Being a good teammate and making friends with at least one person is my number one priority of course, somehow the hardest one I've fixed as an objective. The others are just sort of all around football but it feels natural since that's the only thing I'm good at and worth for keeping on this earth. My self esteem is low I know and this is pathetic I'll probably delete it tomorrow. By chance nobody hacks this account before I delete it lmfao otherwise I'm pretty fucked. Anyway, sweet dreams my lovely phone, you're the only thing I have even if you're nothing but data and storage for the ridiculous amount of pictures I have of myself playing football hahah."

Pedri felt his heart sink and a weird feeling about the new information, he felt bad to not have tried to become his friend when that's probably what he would want even if he doesn't explicitly says it even in his notes app. Also the fact nobody knew except his phone about this and the fact he's what? Gay? Bi? Whatever it doesn't matter to him he'll never judge anyone based off of that (even if it was very unexpected). He will definitely try discovering who Pablo Martin Páez Gavira truly is, starting tomorrow.