𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, olive

❝ is it that sweet? i guess so. ❞
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"My God, it stinks." Yeah, Beirut airport is not the cleanest place at all.

I turn and see both boys next to me, dragging each their luggage. Paul with his little Barca suitcase and Pedri with his and mine. Such a gentleman.

"Don't get too excited, but once we step out and there's no AC anymore, it'll be even warmer than in Barcelona." I inform Pedri.

Lebanon can be really cold at times, or it can have a normal, pleasant weather, or make you feel like you're going to die from melting under the goddamn sun.

He looks down at me, "Already loving your country." He mocks. I agree it isn't the best place, but once we settle in and I make him see the pretty places, he'll never want to leave.

I stop the guys before we get out. I open up my purse and grab my fourth phone which is my Lebanese phone. Yes, I have four phones. No, not because I'm spoiled. One for the fashion business, one for the Lebanese business and two personals, one for Spain and one for Lebanon.

I open my bag and grab my Lebanon phone, turning it on after it's been completely powered off ever since I left here last time.

They wait for a couple of minutes as I arrange the SIM card and call up Aya. "Alo?" She answers, almost instantly after I call.

"Waynik? (Where are you?)" I ask.

"Yala dharo, rah koun deghre bara. (Come on go outside, I'm gonna be right out.)" She tells me. There's no thousands of terminals here. There's only one. That's how small it is.

I put the phone back in my purse and we get moving again. Taking our first steps outside where thousands of people are, all yelling at each other, all honking at each other, I immediately spot the Jeep.

And of course, Aya who's driving, and honking and yelling at the small van with who's trying to fit ten people with each their suitcases.

The sun's burning us too. "Welcome to Lebanon." I fake a smile, looking up at him.

He forces a smile back, trying not to strangle me right now or whatever. He playfully rolls his eyes as his hand moves, indicating for me to lead the way.

We walk together, and I hold on to Paul's hand tightly, afraid he might run away or even be taken away. Aya spots us and stops yelling at the older guy in front of her.

I smile seeing her. She opens the door and hops down before running to us. Giggling as I watch her, I open my arms.

I immediately take her in a hug. She's the younger one but the taller one, unfortunately. Holding onto her tightly, I keep my arms wrapped around her.

"Hi, Kit."

"Hey, Kat." She laughs against my hair.

"And me!?" Paul's nagging voice is distinguished. I pull my hand out and grab him from the back, pulling him into our hug.

We stay like that for a good ten seconds as I embrace having my sister around for a little again. I can't believe we're gonna be here again in a week, doing this once more, but for a completely different reason.