𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧, pedri

❝ always an angel, never a god. ❞
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We landed about an hour ago. We took the bus to go from the airport to the VillaReal stadium. Unfortunately, Olive wasn't on the same bus as us since she's not an official player but a coach.

It's a good thing she was on the same plane as us though, sometimes the staff and us take different planes. Even though she wasn't sat with us, I was sure of her safety.

Their bus was right behind us though and it's only a bus ride so there's nothing to really worry about. Besides, she seems to have bonded with Sarah pretty well so she's in good hands with our content creator.

Pablo, Ferran and I are walking into Estadi de la Ceràmica, checking out the stadium before the match tonight.

We haven't gone to our hotel yet, we were immediately taken to the training grounds. I don't think we'll go there until after the match anyway.

We have a free hour right now before meeting up in the lockers for a strategy talk with the coaches and then warm up starts.

"What do you think? We winning this shit?" Ferran starts up the conversation as we take our first steps onto the grass of the field.

Gavi's the one to answer, "With the way we've been playing and Olive by our side? We're basically unbeatable." He's right.

It's important to both be playing well and have a good strategy. The minor lack in one of these factors can affect our whole play.

"We've been blessed with this woman." Ferran says. "In more ways than one for some of us." He adds and I turn to see him already looking at me with a smirk.

"I'm not sure blessed is the exact word." I joke, as we continue our walk through the away stadium, examining it on our own way.

"I get that." He laughs. Olive is really something else, someone you won't find in billions. Unique in a weird but wonderful way.

We carry on with the conversation, changing it from Olive to diverse other things. Yet, she's still on my mind.

She should be here by now. I'm sure she'd like to see the field empty and analyze it before the match. Did her bus still not get here?

Someone calls out for Fer and he excuses himself one second, leaving me and Gavi to take a third walk around the field.

"So," He starts. He has something in mind, I can feel it.

"So?" I push him to say whatever he has on his mind.

"Isa told me something last night." We were together all of last night, what could she have possibly told him at three in the morning that's making him in an all awkward and smirky mood?

"Are you gonna keep talking in stages or are you just gonna spit it out?" I ask, getting annoyed at how he's talking.

"You made out with a certain someone the other night." I immediately stop my walk. Of course Liv told Isa and Isa told Pablo and now Pablo's gonna make me regret every second I spent kissing Liv's lips.

Okay, I could never regret that. But still, he's gonna be annoying as hell right now.

"Yeah, so we made out." I act nonchalant, pretending I couldn't be the slightest bit of bothered. "So what?"