𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧, pedri

❝ there's things i want to say to you...❞
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Olive seemed too tired so I didn't let her do the dishes and basically forced her to go lay down on the couch.

I am now doing the dishes, just for her not to try and sneak in and do them. She has to get her energy refueled if she wants to come to Ferran's party with me.

I finish as fast as I can without breaking anything. I wash my own hands and look around to make sure the whole kitchen is clean.

I live with two girls now, I'll never hear the end of it if there's even one fork out on the dinner table. I even put food and water for Pablito, just in case.

I grab my phone and get out of the kitchen. I walk to the open living room to check on Olive. She's sat on the couch, curled up under a blanket I've been keeping there ever since Isa came to visit and never left.

My sister always falls asleep watching tv so I just let a blanket there for her. I'm learning now that it's a universal women thing though.

"What are you watching?" I join her in the room, sitting on the other end of the couch.

"I don't know, I can't find anything good." She answers, clicking the buttons of the remote as she scrolls though Netflix.

"Did you watch Gossip Girl?" Her head snaps my way, grinning like an idiot.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" She laughs.

I knew I shouldn't have said anything. "It's a good show!" It's a great fucking show.

"My God, this day can't get any better." She giggles, before looking back at the tv. I watch her as she searches through Netflix and clicks on Gossip Girl when she finds it.

At least she took my advice and not only mocked me for it. "I'm trusting you, González. If this show turns out to be shit, we're breaking up." She warns me, threatening with the controller pointed at me.

"It's so good, you're gonna wanna stay with me forever, Larsen." I answer.

She rolls her, still a smile on her face as she presses play. As the first episode of Gossip Girl starts playing, Olive leans back against the couch, seemingly content. I can't help but smirk.

I find myself glancing at Olive every now and then, wondering if she's enjoying it as much as I am. The living room feels cozy, with Pablito purring softly in the corner.

At some point, I get too caught up in the show, having forgotten what really happened in the first episode and get distracted from Olive.

When the episode gets to its end, I turn to Olive with the initial thought of asking her wether or not she'd like to break up, but I find her asleep instead.

I'm not taking it as offensive that she fell asleep during one of the greatest shows of all time, she's been working non stop ever since she's been in Spain and she was wasted as hell last night.

I wasn't even sure about asking her about Ferran's party, but I thought their could be no harm in asking and she'd just shut me down. I was a little taken a back when she accepted.