𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮, pedri

❝ your hands were on my hips, your name is on my lips. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

It's weird how anything Olive says, either calms me down or makes me infuriated. But the way she just talked to me and tried to comfort me?

I'm sure this woman has some kind of twin sister because there's no way this is the same Olive Larsen of last month. Even this morning for God's sake.

She's smiling, she's laughing, she's joking, she's being understanding, she's trusting me, she's not being mean, — for the most part — she's making an effort for me. And most importantly, she let me freaking kiss her.

And she kissed me again! — A stupid tiny one on my cheek, but whatever.

I'm just watching her right now as she sits and enjoys my friends's company. Hector just got dared to post any random photo on his Instagram with a heartfelt dedication to Gavi.

He's decided to actually do it and not drink, trying to win the game this time. One rule to the game: be the last one to throw up.

The less you drink, the less likely you are to throw up. And you only drink when you don't do or answer the question asked to you.

Last winner of the game was Ronald, I think. However, it cost a big fight with his wife about the thing he did — we have sworn to God to never recall it again.

At least he was the only one the next day in training without a headache and a harsh Xavi earned punishment.

We all watch as Hector chooses a selfie of him and Marc at training with Pablo on the ground in the background, fallen to the floor in exhaustion from one of the exercises.

He types up his caption in Spanish; To Gavi, a beacon of inspiration and resilience. Your unwavering spirit and compassionate heart have touched the lives of many. May your journey be filled with endless joy and fulfillment. Your impact is immeasurable, and your legacy will forever be etched in the hearts of those fortunate enough to know you.

He publishes the image along with its heartfelt and touching dedication to our friend who sadly could not attend tonight's party.

The mostly drunk group, bursts out laughing after Hector hits the upload button. "Next round!" He yells, giggling.

He throws his phone away behind him. He bends over, reaching for the bottle and spins it. We all wait impatiently as the empty beer bottle takes its time to land on one of us.

It finally stops, pointing at Joao. "Truth! Not doing one of Jules's stupid dares." He speaks up immediately not giving a chance for Jules to even ask him.

The french guy thinks for a moment, trying to come up with something that'll be just as bad as a dare. There's not much a truth can do but he still thinks it through. "Where's the weirdest place you've done it?"

Joao rolls his eyes, "Her parent's bathroom." He keeps it short. Technically it's not a weird place but her parent's bathroom, is just, ew.

"I wanna spin!" Ansu, jumps out of his place and spins the glass bottle. To Liv's luck, it lands on her. Technically, she could argue it's on me, but she seems to accepts it.

"Ask away, Fati." She gives him her permission.

"Truth or dare, Larsen?"