𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙮, olive

❝ i did something bad. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

My head pounds as I slowly open my eyes, squinting against the harsh light coming through the curtains. I feel like my brain is trying to escape my skull. I groan and roll over.

As I sit up, memories from last night flood back. Oh shit. I called Pedri. And he came over. I remember him standing in my doorway, concern all over his face. And I embarrassed myself once again.

Oh my god! What the hell is going on with me!? I used to be a composed and emotionless woman! Fuck everything. Especially alcohol and Pedri.

I sigh and shake my head, trying to push the memories away. I need to focus on the present. I drag myself out of bed and stumble to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I try to piece together the rest of the night. And that's pretty easy when I have a photographic memory. However, right now, I kind of wish I didn't have that particular brain and could just forget the embarrassment that was last night.

I make some coffee, hoping it will help clear my head. As I sip it slowly, I decide to text Isa.

pls come up
i did something bad.

Not even a second later, she's texted me back.

coming up
prepare coffee pls

I already made her a cup the second I decided to text her. Her cup is right in front of me, waiting for her.

I sip my coffee in silence as I wait for her. A couple minutes later, I receive a notification. It's a text from her.

uhm
pls come out liv

I frown reading the text. I put my mug down and jump off the chair. I open the door to be met by two González's.

One right in front of me in her pajamas, confused as she looks down. And another on the ground, asleep.

"Yeah, you did something stupid." She concurs, nodding her head and pressing her lips together.

My gaze goes from Pedri to Isa, just as baffled as her.

Either my brain is starting to betray me, making me forget stuff, or he slept outside right after I slammed the door in his face,

What was he thinking? What good would sleeping there be? I honestly cannot comprehend men sometimes.

"Jump over him?" I try to find a solution for her to enter. He's laid down. His face looks peaceful despite the uncomfortable position. His steady breathing indicates deep sleep.

"I can get in, that's not the problem." She hisses through gritted teeth. "What are we supposed to do with him?" She looks back at him, concerned.

"Nothing. Get in." I brush it off and open the door a little wider for her to enter. I get a seriously? stare from her with an eyebrow raise. I sigh, accepting that leaving him out here is not an option.

"Let me get dressed so I can leave and then wake him up." I tell her. "Let him go inside and sleep. He probably hasn't slept that well." I add, walking back in and leaving them outside.

"I can get him downstairs!" I hear her lowly yell as she thinks I'm gone. I take two steps back, re-seeing them again.

"He's allergic to the types of mattresses you guys have." I inform her, ready to go back and get clothed.

"What, really?" She frowns, stopping me.

"Yeah. He doesn't know it either. I noticed when we were in Lebanon." I explain, walking away, not wanting to hear whatever comment she has over the matter.