treat you better // pedri

seven

"How many have you had?" Jude asks as I go back over to our table, setting my drink down.

"This is my seventh." I smile as he gives me a look.

"Mae."

"I'm kidding it's my third." I say as he tilts his head slightly, "it's my last one anyways." I add as he nods.

"Good." He says as he taps his fingers against the table, his eyes bouncing around from different groups of people.

"Why do you seem on edge?" I ask as I take a sip of my drink.

"I'm not." He counters as I take a deep breath, grabbing his hand, "what are you doing?"

"Dance with me, will you?" I ask as I turn my head to look at him briefly as he nods slightly, holding onto my hand as it's behind my back before I lead us onto the dance floor, "what's up with you?" I ask as I turn and his hands find my hips, pulling me closer.

"Nothing, I'm just trying to figure out a way to get Pedri to like me." He admits as I scoff.

"Why are you thinking about him right now? We're out right now." I say as he shrugs.

"Because it's bothering me."

"Why's that?" I question as he looks at my lips.

"I knew that leaving meant I'd be more distant from everyone because it's not as easy for them to visit as it is for you," he begins as, "but I feel like Pedri coming to Barcelona in some weird way is replacing me."

"Even if they become friends with him you won't be replaced, don't think that." I frown as he shrugs, spinning me around before I start laughing.

"What if you replace me?" He asks quietly as I furrow my eyebrows, placing a hand against his chest.

"Why would I do that?" I ask as he places his hand on top of mine.

"You tell me." He whispers, barely audible over the loud music.

"I wouldn't, you know that." I respond as my breathing speeds up a little bit as he places his hand against my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

"Good to know." He says as he closes the space between us and suddenly I feel like there's no air.

Fuck it.

I stand on my tiptoes meeting his lips for a kiss as he was already leaning in, immediate regret hitting me.

He's my best friend.

Best friends don't kiss.

After a few seconds I put my hand against his chest and I take a step back, shaking my head, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that." I say frantically.

"Mae." He says quietly as I begin weaving in and out of people as I go back over to our table, "Mae." He says again as I quickly finish my drink.

"Maybe if I'm drunk I'll forget about this." I say as he sighs.

"Fuck." He mutters under his breath as I set my cup against the table, staring at it. "Let's go."

"Where?"

"Ferran's house, let's go, I'll drop you off." He says as I follow behind him, going outside to Pablo's car that he's borrowing.

"At least we're close." I joke as I glance at him and he's tightly gripping the steering wheel and I press my lips together, looking out the window.

After a painful 5 minutes he pulls into the driveway and he unlocks the car, "I'll see you tomorrow or something." He says awkwardly as I unbuckle my seatbelt.