"Is this the end?"
"No mi amor, it's not even close to that"
They say you never fully get over your first love, that apart of your heart will always belong to them, and that was definitely the case for Carmen and Pedri but instead of apart of their...
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⇢ ˗ˏˋ IS THIS THE END? ࿐ྂ ❀。• *₊ a pedri gonzalez fic ❀。• *
FEELING HIS HEAD ABOUT TO EXPLODE FROM THE BITTER TASTED DRINK HE BASICALLY INHALED LAST NIGHT, PEDRI TRIED HIS HARDEST TO GET OUT OF BED WITHOUT SMASHING HIS HEAD INTO THE WALL. Unsteady, he stumbled out of his bed heading downstairs to the smell of eggs. Wondering who cooked them he looked around only to meet his best friends gaze.
Nothing was remembered from last night. Not a single memory lingered through his brain. He sat down putting his hands on his pounding head "Eat" Demanded Pablo as he placed a plate of eggs in front of Pedri. Hesitated Pedri took the fork out of Pablo's hand starting to slightly dig in the food his bestfriend made which was surprisingly edible.
Pedri's had so many thoughts and questions about last night but at the same time he could hardly think from the stinging pain in his head.
"So who is Carmen?"
Pedri slightly choked on his food in surprise of hearing the name that he thought he would never hear come out of his bestfriend's mouth. How did Pablo know about Carmen? Did he say something last night? Of course he said something last night, I guess it slipped out.
He made sure not to mention her name in front of his team and especially Pablo and he managed to fuck that up in one night. Pablo is never going to meet her so what's the point of bringing up the past, that would just be irrelevant in his opinion and also he didn't tell in fear of questions being asked and they would find out that Pedri was in fact still head over heels for a girl that could be dead and he wouldn't know.
"I don't know who the hell you're talking about" Said Pedri, acting stupid. Pedri knew well but acting stupid was the only way he would get out of this situation "No Pedrito you know damn well who I'm talking about" The headache that Pedri had did not let him think of any other way to doge the questions and make Pablo forget about this whole situation.
Pablo kept staring intensely at his friend waiting for an answer he knew he wasn't gonna get "So who is she?" Pedri knew that Pablo was not going to give up and he will keep asking even if that meant for days and weeks until he got an answer "Some old friend it doesn't matter anymore" He said, trying to brush the situation off.
"It sure matters if you were crying about her the whole way home" That statement alone made Pedri's eyes widen. He was crying in the car last night? "What happened last night?"
"You got black out drunk, and we lost you in the club, then found you in a corner with Maya on top of you, she making out with you while you were unconscious" Explained Pablo yet none of the events that Pablo recalled seemed familiar to Pedri, nothing rang a bell in his mind.
"How did I get home?"
"We got Maya off you, Milky drove her home while me and Frenkie drove you home, then Mikky came and picked Frenkie up from here and I stayed the night"
