FROM FRIENDS TO MORE || Gavi x Pedri

Chapter 3 :: Crybaby

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Ansu, ever the peacemaker, settled himself on the edge of Gavi's bed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He knew these two, their contrasting personalities, their shared ambition. He knew that beneath the surface of their argument, there was a deep respect, a budding camaraderie.

"Look," Ansu began, his voice calm and reassuring. "We're all in this together, right? We're a team, on and off the pitch. We need to support each other, understand each other."

He looked at Gavi, his eyes softening. "Gavi, you're a force of nature, a whirlwind of energy. But sometimes, even the most powerful storm needs a moment of calm."

He turned to Pedri, his smile warm and encouraging. "Pedri, you're a master of precision, a quiet force. But even the most intricate plan needs a spark of inspiration, a burst of energy."

The two young players, still simmering with resentment, listened intently. Ansu's words, laced with wisdom beyond his years, resonated with them. They realized that their clash wasn't about music or organization, it was about finding a balance, a harmony between their contrasting personalities.

"Maybe," Gavi said, his voice softer now, "maybe we can find a middle ground. I can turn the music down a bit, but you can't expect me to be silent all the time."

Pedri, his frustration fading, nodded in agreement. "I understand. Maybe we can set specific times for quiet and for music, so everyone gets what they need."

Ansu beamed. "See? It's not so hard, is it? You two are more alike than you think. You both want to win, you both want to be the best. And you both need each other to achieve that."

Ansu, with a final encouraging nod, left the room, closing the door behind him. A heavy silence settled over the room, the air thick with the lingering tension of their argument. Gavi, still simmering with resentment, grabbed his headphones, his eyes narrowed. Pedri, watching him, felt a surge of frustration. Ansu's words, meant to foster understanding, had only fueled his anger.

"You think you're so smart, huh?" Pedri snapped, his voice tight with suppressed fury. "You think you can just waltz in here and tell us how to behave?"

Gavi, caught off guard by Pedri's sudden outburst, looked up in surprise. He was about to retort, but Pedri, fueled by a simmering resentment, lunged forward, shoving Gavi hard. Gavi, unprepared for the attack, stumbled back, his headphones falling to the floor. He landed with a thud, his back hitting the bed frame.

Pedri stood over him, his face contorted with rage. "You think you can just ignore me?" he hissed, his voice trembling with anger. "You think you can just do whatever you want?"

Gavi, stunned and hurt, struggled to his feet, his eyes blazing with anger. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he shouted, his voice hoarse with indignation. "You're acting like a child!"

The room was filled with the echoes of their angry voices, the air thick with the scent of sweat and simmering fury. Their shared space, once a haven of camaraderie, had become a battleground, their friendship shattered by a single, impulsive act.

Gavi's heart raced in his chest, each beat louder than the last. He couldn't fathom how things had gotten this far. The sudden violence, the rage that had overtaken Pedri—it was unlike anything Gavi had seen before. He had always known Pedri to be reserved, careful with his emotions. But now, the boy who had always seemed so composed had snapped, and it hurt more than Gavi had expected.

Pedri, chest heaving with anger, stood motionless for a moment, glaring down at Gavi. The silence that followed their shouting felt suffocating, and neither of them seemed willing to back down. Pedri's fists were clenched at his sides, and Gavi's mind raced as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Before either of them could speak, the door slammed shut with a force that rattled the room. The sound echoed off the walls, leaving an eerie stillness in its wake. Gavi, left alone, lay on his bed, his back still throbbing from the impact. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. But the hurt, the anger, the betrayal—it all came crashing down, leaving him a crumpled mess of emotions. He buried his face in the pillow, letting out a choked sob.

Minutes crawled by, each one an eternity of self-pity and wounded pride. He couldn't believe Pedri had done that. They were supposed to be friends, brothers in arms, but in that moment, Pedri had felt like an enemy. Gavi had always known they had their differences, but he had never imagined that those differences could break them apart like this.

The door creaked open again, and Pedri stepped back in. His presence, though expected, felt like a shock to Gavi's already shattered emotions. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his face a mask of annoyance. Pedri's usual calm was nowhere to be found; his features were tight, and his eyes betrayed a deep, unspoken frustration.

He saw Gavi lying on the bed, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The sight seemed to hit him like a punch to the gut, but Pedri's reaction was nothing like what Gavi had hoped for. He didn't walk over, didn't offer any kind of comfort. Instead, he muttered a harsh word.

"Crybaby," Pedri muttered, his voice laced with disdain. He turned away, his eyes flicking to the headphones still lying on the floor. He picked them up, tossing them onto the table with a sharp motion, as if the object itself were to blame for the chaos between them.

"You're making a scene," Pedri continued, his voice flat and emotionless. "Grow up." He turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him with such force that it rattled the windows.

The sound of the door slamming reverberated in Gavi's chest, the final blow in a series of emotional punches. Gavi was left alone in the quiet aftermath, his heart racing in his chest as he fought to steady his breathing. His tears fell freely now, each sob heavier than the last. He felt utterly alone, as though the one person who was supposed to understand him had just walked away without a second thought.

Gavi pulled himself up into a sitting position, wiping his eyes quickly, as though the tears themselves were an embarrassment. He couldn't understand what had just happened. The moments they had spent in the past, the laughs, the games, the bonds—they all felt like a distant memory now, a cruel reminder of how quickly everything could change.

Minutes passed. Hours, maybe. It was hard to keep track of time when everything felt so warped. Finally, the silence of the room became too much to bear, and Gavi stood up, pacing around the small space. He grabbed a shirt, throwing it on hastily, not caring if it was wrinkled. His mind was still reeling, too confused to form a coherent thought.

And yet, despite the anger and hurt, a part of him knew this wasn't the end. He couldn't just let it go. Not when it was Pedri. Not when their friendship, their bond, meant everything to him. There had to be a way to fix this, to bridge the gap that had suddenly opened between them.

But for now, the room remained quiet. And Gavi, standing alone amidst the wreckage of what had been, had no choice but to wait for the storm to pass.