𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤, pedri

❝ 'cause the morning comes and you're not my baby. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

"Come on!" Olive yells from downstairs for me and Pablo. The only thing I was missing in life was for Olive Larsen to join us on our away trips and yell at me to get moving.

"Will you calm down!?" I yell from upstairs, relaxed but about to get angry at the amount of yelling that woman does.

"We're fifteen minutes late, González! And you better believe that when it comes to my work, I'm gonna take it seriously! It's not Ferran's stupid party!" She screams back. I notice that the louder she yells, the more her arab accent is distinguished.

I speed myself up, grabbing my barca sweat and the rest of my stuff in a hurry, mostly scared of the woman and all the ways she's going to come up and kill me in my own bedroom.

I walk down the stairs, and watch as Pablo heads out the door, dragging his little suitcase out, my sister in front of him since she's the one driving us to the airport.

"I'm here, I'm here." I mumble as I jog down the stairs, holding up my carry on that I'm using as a suitcase.

"Thank goodness, the princess has arrived." She fakes a smile, mocking me. I feel like she's also about to applaud me but decides against it.

"Are you just gonna mock me or we gonna go?" I stare down at the tiny woman, standing in front of her next to the door.

"I can multitask." She looks up, power in her eyes. Yep. That's the Olive I know.

Isabel's head pops in from the entry door, "Move it!" She hisses at us, demanding as she continues her way out.

Olive rolls her eyes, following her best friend behind and I follow the two girls. Pablito gives us one last bark before I blow him a kiss and close the door behind us.

I lock the door behind me, and walk behind the two girls. Isabel's just whispered something in Olive's ear which earns her a slap on the back of her head but Isa still continues to laugh.

Olive's rolling her eyes as usual as she places her small suitcase in the back of the car next to Pablo's and heads to take a seat in the car.

I place mine last, before closing the trunk and taking a seat. Pablo's sat behind, next to me while the two girls take the front, my sister driving.

We're still exhausted from last night. We stayed up past three and it's now nine. We had so much fun though, it was completely worth it. We got a couple hours to recharge now.

I already see Pablo drifting asleep, as Isa pulls the car out of the garage. "Did you two have to stay up till three?" My sister basically yells at us, as she looks back to see the road.

"You two did too." I point out.

"We're women. We can handle our lack of sleep. You're just gonna be moody and sleepy." She answers. I would argue, but she's right. I am just going to complain the whole plane ride and beg everyone to shut up so we can get some sleep.

"I swear to God, women are a mystery." I mumble, starting off my nap from this ride. I'm referring to the fact that they stayed up till three, woke up at eight comfortably, prepared themselves, had breakfast while I woke up ten minutes ago, threw on my clothes I prepared from last night knowing how I was going to wake this morning, and rushed to the car.