𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙, olive/pedri

❝ holy ghost, you told me i'm the love of your life.❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Olive

Pedri

(A/N: i'm trying this new thing, so basically anything on the right is Olive's pov and Pedri's is the left. the events are simultaneously happening at the same time. enjoy!!)

I knock over and over on his door.

Where the fuck is she? Why won't she answer her door?

Ugh, I knew this was a bad idea. I fully blame Isa.

Pablo said she'd be home now.

I take my phone out and dial his sister.

I grab my phone out of my pocket and call up Pablo.

It doesn't take her long to answer.  "Hello?" I hear her voice.

"What's up?" He answers immediately.Typical since he's always on his phone.

"You told me he was home right now." I tell her, getting straight to it.

"He is. He should be." She answers, her tone confused. 

"Then why isn't he answering?" I ask as I ring the doorbell again. I swear to God if he is here and just isn't answering out of pettiness, I'm killing him.

"Are you sure she's here?" I ask him.

"Olive?" He dumbly questions.

"Yes, Olive. Who else?" I roll my eyes, hissing at him.

"Uhm, wait a sec." He tells me, annoying me as he mutes himself.

I'm about to slap Isa because why the fuck did she just mute herself!? I just need a simple answer. Fucking hell, I should just go home.

I don't even know what I'm expecting from him anyway. It's not like he's going to confess his undying love for me now.

"Isabel María Gonz-" I start yelling when she unmutes and cuts me off, giving me an answer.

"He's at your place."

"She's at your place."

"What!?"

"What!?"

"Oh my God, this is so complicated! Just talk to each other, here." Isa yells, frustrated. I don't understand anything that is happening at the moment.

I hear Isa yell as she gets irritated. I was talking to Pablo, I don't even get where she's coming from.

And out of the blue, I hear Olive's voice. "What do you mean!? Can you stop yelling!?"

Okay, this is too complicated. Isa may have a point.

"Can someone please explain what is happening!?" I ask, holding the phone up.

"Yeah, where the fuck is Pedri's voice coming from!?" Olive speaks, just as confused.

"Olive's with Isa on the phone, Pedri's with me, and now you're both on speaker." Pablo's the only rational one that isn't infuriated and explains the situation calmly.