𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤, olive

❝ we're dancing round the kitchen. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

I watch as Pedri holds the three bags of food we got in order to cook the meal plus his training bag and walks to the front door. I follow him behind. He didn't let me take any of the bags, claiming he's a gentleman.

I don't have the keys of the house since Isa took my pair because she lost hers. She could've just taken Pablo's which are just made for emergencies not because he lives here.

"I don't have my keys." I tell him before he asks me to open.

He sighs. "Can you grab mine, they're in my pocket?"

I walk closer to him. "Which pocket?" I look up at him, seeing as he has four pockets on this pair of sweatpants he's wearing. Please God let it be in the back.

We've already gotten too close to each other today. With the sleeping in his bed in the morning, him pressing himself up against me to get the food and the cherry on top, him kissing my head for whatever reason.

It was cute though. He can be a cutie sometimes.

Will never tell him that though. This stays between me, myself, and I.

He turns his head. "Umm, the front right one." He mumbles.

I turn and stand before him, he opens his arms widely for me and I slip my hands into his pocket. I can literally feel him breathing over me.

He smells good though. Really good.

I take the keys out of the pocket and turn to unlock the door. I hold it open for him. "There you go, sir." I force an awkward smile.

"Thanks." He smiles, looking at me and passing me. Why is his smile making me freaking blush!? I don't blush when a guy smiles for me.

And I certainly don't smile to myself when closing the door behind him. I'm probably still a little drunk from last night, even though it's impossible.

I ignore that and follow him to the kitchen. I watch as he places the bags on the counter "I'm gonna put this in my room and I'll come help, deal?" He tells me, holding his training bag.

"Deal." I agree, putting down my own purse on the counter.

"But you'll actually let me help you." He points out.

"Yeah, yeah, promise." I'll just make him mix the leaves or add the salt. He walks closer to me than to the door. He stands in front of me and holds his pinkie up. "Are you kidding me?" I look up at him, an eyebrow raised.

"I never kid when it comes to pinkie promises." Him and his sister. I don't know what's wrong with them, but they alway get this out. "Now pinkie promise me, you'll let me actually help you and not do the dishes or some shit." He can be smart when he wants to.

I stare between him and his pinkie that's just waiting for me. "Fine." I sigh, wrapping my finger around his. He brings our hands up and kisses his own. "You've gotta be kidding me." I give him a seriously? look.

"These are the rules, aceituna." He smirks looking back at me. I roll my eyes before kissing my hand too. This is the stupidest thing ever. But, Isabel taught me never to break pinkie promises, and they mean a lot to her so I never do.

We let go of each other's touch and he heads up to put his stuff. I start getting the ingredients out of the plastic bags when I hear my purse vibrate.

I open it and see my phone ringing. I read Aya's name and answer. "Alo?" I answer the video call.

"Ente w Pedri wli!? Kif ma eltile!? Be2etlik! Maaoul!? (You and Pedri!? How did you not tell me!? I'll kill you! What the hell!?)" My little sister yells at me.