Today is our last day in France, unfortunately. It's been a great time but we have to fly back to Barcelona whilst Pedri's family travels back to Tenerife.
We all took some photos together nearby the Eiffel tower and in other beautiful places as tourists.
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This was their favourite pictures and of course I was the one taking the photo and Pedri was training during that time.
I'm currently trying to smush all my things inside my suitcase and for some reason, it's not fitting.
"Fucking stupid suitcase." I mutter under my breath as I continue attempting to fit all my clothes in.
"Why did you bring so many clothes anyway?" I hear a voice behind me and I jump from the sudden voice.
"You scared me, and you wouldn't understand anyway." I reply as Pedri comes towards me.
He moves me out the and quickly forces the clothes down and zips the suitcase, making me feel embarrassed.
"It was that easy." Pedri comments as he stands up.
"Gilipollas." I mumble whilst he laughs at me.
"Can't blame you for trying. I'll pack later, I didn't bring a lot anyway and our flights at 1pm." Pedri remarks as I nod.
"And then when's your next match?" I ask as I go sit on the bed.
"It's on the 5th November against Almería which is probably a guaranteed win for us." Pedri answers.
"I love how much of a high ego you have." I say.
"Who doesn't love that about me? I'm unable to be unloved." Pedri brags as I roll my eyes.
"Injuries love you the most, don't they?" I blurt out, Pedri giving me a dirty look whilst I'm laughing.
"It's true though, no? They come back every month." I add as I continue to laugh.
"It's not like they're intentional. It just happens." Pedri defends himself.
"Maybe drink some more milk to help your bones become stronger." I suggest.
"It's my hamstring or muscle discomfort that have me placed on injury. Not broken bones." Pedri explains.
"So now I sound stupid, great." I think to myself.
"Okay, my bad doctor." I speak.
"Not a doctor, just common knowledge estúpida." Pedri shoots back as I scoff.
"Listen I was terrible at biology." I protest, laying my head on Pedri's shoulder.
"Then you should have listened in school." Pedri suggest as he keeps his hand on my thigh.
"I listened. I did well in Art, English, Spanish and Geography." I brag.
"I don't understand how people could do bad in physical education. Either you're not participating or you have attitude toward the teacher." Pedri ponders.
"I mean, I got quite low in physical education because I refused to take part when we'd be outside so my makeup and hair would stay dry and good." I say as Pedri chuckles.
"What a rebel you were." He mocks me sarcastically.
"I know, I got him fired aswell. I saw him looking under a girls skirt." I reply as Pedri's eyes widen in surprise.
"Well that's a valid reason. It's disgusting aswell. If anyone did that to you, they'd have to go through me first." Pedri answers.
"You wouldn't hit anyone. You're just acting tough." I add.
"You want to bet? Let's not forget the Torre incident. I will if I have a valid reason. Which includes protecting you." Pedri responds boldly.
