𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 • 𝗽𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝘇á𝗹𝗲𝘇

55 - 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟱𝟱

"I brought you a little something to entertain you" i told him as we reached his living room.

"How cute of you bringing yourself" he smirked and touched my hips from behind.

"I didn't mean me,i mean this" i rolled my eyes  as i pulled LEGO out of the shopping bag. Making Pedri raise his eyebrows at me.

"Lego?" He chuckled.

"Yeah,it will help you relax and clear your mind" i smiled and sat down on the couch.

"Okay,show me what you've got" he say down beside me, and i handed him a Lego model of Porsche 963.

"I got you a porsche because i think it fits to you" i explained.

"What did you get for yourself?" He curiously asked and i showed him mine which was a model of formula one mclaren car.

"You like f1?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yeah,it's fun" i smiled,getting a little shy while saying it. It was something like a little secret since people judged me hard enough for liking football. I mean yeah,i know i shouldn't give a fuck about what people think about me liking this type of stuff but i'm not as tough as i look.

"Have you ever been to a race?" He asked,placing the box of his Lego on the couch,focusing on me fully.

"Nope but i heard you were a year ago or two,with Fernando" i said and he nodded.

"Yeah,it was fun experience" he confirmed.

"Okay well,let's try to build and relax" i smiled a little. We opened the first plastic bag and started putting the blocks together how it was drawn in the instructions book. The stickers were such a pain in ass but i managed to do it even without a tweezer.

"You were right,it's kinda therapeutic and it reminds me of childhood" he said after we were building the lego cars for like 20 minutes already.

"I told you" i chuckled.

"I know you hate to talk about it but..i have a question" Pedri started and looked at me which made me stop building the back wing of the formula.

"Go ahead,after i hear you out i will decide whether i will answer or tell you to fuck off" i replied and continued building the back wing that i will later on join to the middle part.

"How was your childhood?" He asked,i could see it on him he was somewhat scared to ask me but i honestly expected worse question.

"I don't remember it" i shrugged.

"Or you don't want to tell me" he mumbled.

"Listen Pedro,i would tell you if there was something to say. Sadly,all i remember is my mom and Héctor and me being home or at grandma's and my father's absence in my childhood. I don't have memories like you do,playing football in the streets of Tenerife,i don't remember having a family dinner with all four members. There was always one chair empty in my memories. Maybe it's the trauma, maybe it's amnesia who fucking knows. Maybe it's something that's meant to be forgotten.." i explained as my eyes got teary but i learned to control them over the years. I learned to hold them back.

"What about your childhood though?" I asked in return,blinking away the forming tears.

"I guess you know most of it no? I remember playing football in the streets of my island with my brother and adults scolding us because we used to break some flowers and vases from time to time. I remember being with Fernando and Adrián all the time" he was smiling while saying his memories of his childhood. This man right there was raised by nothing but with love,warmth and peace.