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📍 Barcelona, Catalunya, España lina_ferrero Days off to explore my new home
user1 You're so gorgeous gavifan101 Is it true you work at Barca store?? bananaguy2 Just here to comment so my best friend can get pissed at me Replying to bananaguy2: lina_ferrero Who are you?!?
My first week of holidays had passed, with Ferran being back at home in Valencia, but he still made time to text me throughout his days, no matter what he was doing and I felt really happy about that. No one had ever made so many efforts to... be around me. I was currently in bed, after a long day I had spent at the beach, watching OC California, which I had just recently discovered and was loving, when my phone rang.
"Hello Ferri" I chirped. "Oh hi Cata! You seem to be in a great mood!" he replied and I smiled stupidly at myself. I am because he called me. "Oh, I was at the beach all day, the sun and sea make me happy" I mumbled. "Aw that sounds great" he said with a sweet voice. "What can I do for you? How is home?" I asked. "Home is great but... argh, so one of the staff girls for my summer camp caught the flu and... shit, how do I ask this... Would you be willing to help out? I know it's your holidays but you'll definitely get compensated and... you can even have a room at my house!" he quickly rambled.
"Sure!" I replied. "Yeah I get- wait what?" he asked confusedly, which made me giggle. "The camp starts on Monday, right? When shall I drive down?" I asked. "You sure about this? You'd have to... work... On your days off..." he mumbled. "Yeah but money never sleeps" I replied, hoping that I could increase my savings I so desperately needed. "Ok... Cool then... I can come and pick you up like tomorrow?" he asked. "Are you crazy? It's a three-hour drive, you can't sit in a car for six hours during your holidays! I'll just take the train!" I countered.
"But you're doing this for me...!" he tried to argue but his idea was downright crazy. "Just come pick me up at the train station and buy me an ice cream in Valencia" I replied and I heard him laugh softly into the phone. "Fine... Just text me when you plan on arriving" he said and we then talked a bit about our past few days. He told me about his nights out with his friends and I couldn't help to feel a small pang to my heart - had he hooked up with someone? Just like me all that time ago back in Manchester?
I was still deep in thought, when he pulled me back down to reality. "... Oh and by the way, bananaguy2 is Pedri's finsta. He thinks he's being funny" Ferran scoffed. "Wow, what a joker he is. Do you have a finsta?" I asked. "Yeah... I... do..." he admitted and I sat up a bit, even though he couldn't see me. "Do you follow me?" I laughed and put him on speakerphone to check my Instagram followers. "Yes I do" he replied. "Oh come on, tell me your username" I whined. I had like 5k followers through modelling, especially the Calzedonia job.
"Oh no this is embarrassing now..." he chuckled. "Pleaseeeee" I begged him now. "Fine... It's sharkieboy000" he admitted and I howled out loud. "Can I request following you? Or is this your account for future hookups and not past ones?" I teased him. I was very well aware for what footballers had a private account for, I wasn't stupid and I read gossip pages. "I literally follow my mum, my sister, ten cousins and exactly 16 guy friends from school and football. I don't even follow Pedri or Gavi" he replied. "Wow, very precise answers. And since you let it slip that you know Gavi's finsta, could you give it to me?" I asked, loving to tease him about this. "Oh, I think my connection is really bad, I can't hear you anymore, I'm hanging up, byeeeeee" he said before I heard the beeps on my phone.
