𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣, pedri

❝ i'm trying to stifle my sighs. ❞
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Stressed out Olive is really cute and funny. Ever since we left for the Barcelona airport, she's been freaking out.

I've done my best the whole time to keep her calm and cool but she's just stressing out so much on her own.

You'd think the kid would be the annoying person on the trip, turns out it's the grown ass, mature woman.

We're in the plane right now, who knew Lebanon was so far? It's like a four hour and a half hour flight. From my research, Lebanon's tiny but pretty.

And from Olive's words, Lebanon's the most beautiful place ever, yet corrupt as fuck, in the middle of all types of crisis, and really just fucked up.

I don't know much else about the country. Except for the couple of sentences Paul and I have been practicing for the past week.

I didn't get far since Arabic is a really hard language and I barely had a week to learn it from a seven year old.

I can say, hello, introduce myself, ask how you are and goodbye. Oh, let's not forget the curse words all taught from listening to Olive.

We're halfway through the flight right now. Paul's fallen deeply asleep. No wonder, the kid's been exploring all of Barcelona and living life to its fullest for the past week and it's like four in the morning.

Olive and I already had first class tickets, there's no way we could sit in economy with all the people, we'd get way too bothered and recognized.

So we had to boost Paul up with us. He's loving it so much too. The flight attendant got him a bowl of ice cream earlier as he watched his movie, he got so happy, it was like his first time eating the desert.

And now he's fallen asleep, his earphones in his ears as the movie continues playing in the background. He's a little further away from us. Barely, he's next to us but there's a little space between him and Olive, while me and Olive are glued together with a small, thin glass wall separating us and me to the window side.

About Isa and Pablo, they're coming to the wedding too, just not now. Since Olive's the maid of honor, and it's her sister getting married, we went earlier.

They'll be joining in a couple of days. What amazes me is that Isa and Olive are so close to the point where Olive's older sister would invite Isa to her wedding. That wedding's gonna be filled with famous people.

I managed to take a couple days off training since I've known this day was coming for a month and had already warned Xavi about it.

He was fine with it as long as I maintain my health and am back before the next match which luckily is in over a week.

I basically forced Olive to relax and watch a movie and ordered her an ice cream bowl too like a little kid so she could calm down.

I turn over to check on her and see her still finishing up her ice cream as she watches the movie, barely invested. I notice her leg moving over and over again.

I sigh. I remove my own earphones and pause my movie, Greed, to see what's wrong with this woman and why she's so stressed for a wedding that isn't hers.