dedicated it to you
"I can't believe you took me to your boyfriend's football game as a good bye present." Sabrina says, sitting down in her seat. I sat next to her my eyes going to the pitch.
"I'm not here for him, i'm here for Barca." I say, adverting my gaze from the pitch to Sabrina. She raises her eyebrows at me and I just shrug. "What? I've loved Barca for so long, you should know this by now."
"I didn't say anything about that, I'm just saying, you didn't deny Pedri being your boyfriend." Damn she was right.
"You never know who's listening." I say in a low voice.
"I think you're starting to like him." She says.
"I already do. He is my favourite footballer after all." I say, looking back at the pitch as the teams came on.
"I meant like that though." She says, playfully nudging my arm.
I roll my eyes at her, "Gross no. He's such a dick to me I would never."
"Sure." She says, turning her gaze to the pitch.
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About 30 something minutes into the first half, Barcelona score. I jump up from my seating yell out in happiness.
"Who scored?" Sabrina asked, standing next to me.
"Um, oh Pedri." I say, looking at the big screen that showed Barcelona players surrounding Pedri.
I watched as Pedri did his normal celebration. However, he didn't stop there. He made un upside down peace sign with one hand and moved his index finger on the other hand horizontally across it forming an A. He then held up a heart afterwards, smiling.
"Oh my God." I mumbled, staring at the screen.
"He dedicated it to you." Sabrina said, shaking my shoulders. "He so loves you."
"No he doesn't, he's just doing it for, well you know." I say trailing off slightly at the end.
"Sure he is." Sabrina said, sitting down in her seat again.
pedri
nice goal
thanks
u like the celebrationoh yeah
media gunna go
crazy over itmhm
are u still at the stadiumyes why
can i take u home?
but what abt my car?
sabrina can drive it back
to urs or smthok
yeah she can do that
sure i'll let u drop
me homegreat
be at my car in like
10 minsokk
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𝐀𝐍𝐀, pedri
Fanfiction"Now boys are gunna ask me 'name ten players'. Thanks Sabrina." "You're welcome, Stas." (everything is fictional)