𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚, olive

❝ i'm so chill, but you make me jealous. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

I stick to the two boys side the whole time before we get on the plane since I had absolutely no idea how these things go.

I've never flown in a plane just for footballers for the purpose of an away football game that I'll be part time coaching.

I honestly didn't even pay attention the whole time. I just handed my passport over to Pedri who took care of everything while I finally get over this payload problem with Amir over the phone.

It's nine thirty in the morning and he's already got me on my nerves that guy. I ought to fire him someday. Except he's excellent at his job, he's just annoying at times. Not at my level though. I'm way more excellent and way more annoying.

Walking outside, heading towards the plane, is when I finally hang up with the man. Thank God.

"You realize you've just been on the phone for twenty minutes straight yelling as we pass through an airport?" Pablo points out.

"No, I did not! Thank you for noticing and telling me!" I roll my eyes at the young man as we walk side by side with Pedri on my left and him on my right.

I hear my fake boyfriend enjoying the sarcasm that is not directed at him. Yeah, I'm funny when it's not directly at you.

We're probably the last one to take the stairs up the plane but you know what they (my mom) say; the best people always arrive late.

As I take my first steps up, I realize I'm not holding my suitcase anymore. I turn around, eyes widen at the thought that I might just have left it there.

"With me, aceituna." Pedri holds it up, almost immediately after I look around in panic.

"Since when?"

"Since your 'Amir, blah blah blah Arabic nonsense, I need you to take care of this goddamn shit before this afternoon.'" He recalls, imitating my voice and expression, in a terrible way might I add.

"It was 'Besmel alah w ra7man el ra7im'." I remember. "And you'll never know what it means." I squint my eyes at him before trying to grab my suitcase away from him but he holds onto its handle pretty tightly.

I raise an eyebrow at him, "Let me be the Gavi to your Isa." He tries to joke.

Before I can even speak, the joke reference speaks up. "Just walk up!" Pablo hisses at us, as he waits for us the furthest behind.

The only reason I'm not fighting him is because he has too many godly muscles I just cannot go against in a fight.

Walking through the entrance, I'm met by a girl and her phone filming us. I assume she's the media girl and walk past.

However, I am still me, and offer a quick wink to the camera and press my lips together as if to blow a kiss and continue my way in.

I notice the girl enjoying my movement, chuckling behind the camera. The first person I see when I walk in is Ronald who has some sort of coconut cup in his hand.

I stop and analyze it from further away. I'm dying, what kind of grown ass man, who's also the captain, drinks out of an artificial coconut cup while wearing glasses and a cap upside down?