𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, olive

❝ we're the best of friends, anyway. ❞
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I don't know why I thought accepting a job as assistant coach at FCB wouldn't be that time consuming.

Isa and I are in my room right now, she sits on the bed and writes a new song she got inspired to write yesterday in the middle of her and Pablo's date.

She kept sending me text messages I didn't notice last night, — being too busy on Pedri's lap — about instantaneous lyrics that started popping in her head.

She always does that. And she either writes them down on a piece of napkin or texts them to me, depending on her mood.

And so, while she composes a new song, spreading her notes and keyboard on my bed, I am packing for my trio with the boys to VillaReal for their next match tomorrow.

However, Pedri and Gavi couldn't seem to care less about packing and have been playing video games for the past two hours.

Difference between being a girl and being a boy. It's just a barely two day trip, but I still need at least two hours to pack and they need two minutes.

"Ooh, hear this;" She speaks up, arranging her fingers on the keyboard. I stop and turn from the closet to watch her instead. "All that grace, all that body. All that face makes me wanna party..." She continues the melody on the manual piano, but can't quite find that last line.

"Wait, repeat the bridge from the start." I ask her, walking closer, and sitting on the edge as I hold one of my shirts in my hands.

"Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven
Please let me bring my man
When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in
Father, tell me if you can
All that grace, all that body
All that face makes me wanna party..." And then that's when she doesn't know how to finish it off.

I hum the melody again, trying to think of something. "Just do the chords again." She plays the melody again and somehow, I come up with something.

Remembering Pedri's stupid smile that literally beams his whole team up, "He's my sun, he makes me shine like sun rays?" I try but it sounds kind of wrong in a way.

We both frown, trying to think again. "Like diamonds!" She suddenly yells out. He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds... Sounds so much better! That's why she's the writer and I'm just the helper. "I love you." She blows me a kiss, as I helped with the inspiration.

"I love you more, babe." I chuckle, standing back up to finish my packing. Isa isn't coming with us to the match which makes it ten times more dreading. She's making an appearance as a guest at a concert I think that same night.

She repeats the bridge again, singing the lyric we just added in the end making the bridge finally complete. She then adds it onto her paper, writing it down.

The song is far from done, but the bridge is. If she doesn't make any last minute changes to it later or just simple decides to not record it and keeps it unreleased. It'd be a shame though, it's a beautiful song.

"Is my brother inspiring you to beautiful lyrics?" I stop abruptly. Oh, fuck. I just came up with a lyric to a love song thinking about Pedri. Kill me.