𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚, pedri

❝ so casually cruel in the name of being honest. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

I don't think I've ever been to a wedding apart from my teammates ones. So, in a way, this is kind of my first official wedding.

Olive is helping her sister get ready in a different room of the entire hotel, and she left me here with the men. Luckily, my best friend is by my side now as he and my sister came last night.

"You don't understand shit they're saying, yeah?" Pablo mumbles over as we stand together in the corner of the room.

We watch as the groom and his best men joke together as they get ready for the ceremony in less than an hour now and have some drinks. "Not a thing." I answer, taking a sip of my own whiskey.

He nods his head, an upside down smile on his face now that he's sure we're both clueless.

Kevin's the only sober one from these guys. And the only nice one. Turns out, as always, Olive was right. His friends are Madrid fans. And they hate our guts.

It's reciprocate though, we hate them just as much. Only half an hour to go before the ceremony though, so let's just power through this last half hour before never having to spend our time with them again.

"Pedri, Gavi, come over!" Kevin exclaims, and I can see it in his eyes, he doesn't want to be here in this room either.

Pablo looks over to me, and hesitantly, we take a few steps over to them. It's a-normal how many dirty looks we're getting from only three guys to whom we've never talked with or even seen before.

"Guys, keep it in English." Kevin tells them as they grunt.

One mumbles something. "Ekhet ekhtoun. 3amroun ma yefhamo. (Fuck them. I couldn't care less if they don't understand.)" I'm a calm and mature adult.

Pablo's got the mind of a teenage boy with anger issues, so do with that what you will. "Cierra la boca puta- (Shut the fuck up-)" He starts but I hit him in the chest.

I am not here to babysit angry bird Pablo. Could've left him in Barcelona with Xavi and the staff to do that.

I give him a look to stay calm, and he gulps, accepting his fate that is in fact for him to shut the fuck up.

Kevin seems awkward as he sits between us. "Umm..." He tries to think of something to say. "Gavi, how's Isabel? I haven't seen her in a while." He asks the only question that comes to mind.

"Huh?" Pablo turns, clueless. I nudge him and he answers. "Yeah. She's fine." He mumbles anything just for the sake of answering.

"Lek chaklo, bado sous w nokta w yebke. (Look at him, he only needs a bit of time before he starts crying.)" One of the guys says and the three of them laugh.

Kevin's about to say something, but my tiny bodyguard appears. "Yebke metel ma bakaytak abel? Sed bouzak, Ziad aw bkhaliyoun yodorbouk. (To cry like I made you cry before? Shut your fucking mouth Ziad or I'll let them hit you.)"

We watch as my woman makes her entrance in the room, wearing her beautiful long silk light green dress, along with a ribbon in her hair that matches it. Oh, and also wearing her death stare.