𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓; 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈

𝘁𝗲𝗻

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❝ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑,
𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 ❞

The sun is already high in the sky by the time Maria and I arrive at the beach, our sandals slapping against the wooden boardwalk as we look for a good spot.

She insisted on this outing all week, promising that the sun and sand would do wonders for my mood. I was skeptical, but now, with the ocean stretched out in front of us, I'm grateful for the push.

"Here," Maria says, staking out a spot close to the shore. She spreads out her towel and drops her bag with a satisfied sigh. "I wonder how long it'll take Pedri and Pablo to get here."

I smile, following her lead. "I'm sure they won't be long. Pedri's always on time." I state as she nods, looking around the beautiful beach of Barcelona.

Its crowded but not overwhelming. Kids run by with buckets and shovels, couples sunbathe under colorful umbrellas, and I can hear the sound of distant music from a nearby bar.

It's lively, the kind of atmosphere that I can't help but get caught up in, even if part of me just wants to curl up and sit infront of the TV all day.

As I settle onto my towel, I hear a familiar voice calling out. I look up to see Pedri jogging over, followed closely by Pablo, who's carrying an oversized beach bag that looks suspiciously full.

"Hey," Pedri greets us with a grin, dropping his towel next to mine. "You two are late!" Maria teases, slipping on her sunglasses as she stretches out on her towel. "We've been waiting here for ages."

"Don't listen to her, we got here like five minutes ago." I say as I earn a playful smack from Maria.

"Either way, blame Pablo," Pedri says, nudging him. "He had to make about ten stops before we could leave."

"I was being considerate!" Pablo protests, setting the bag down. "I didn't know what snacks everyone liked, so I got a bit of everything."

He opens the bag to reveal a haphazard collection of chips, fruit, sodas, and, oddly enough, a pack of cheese sticks.

"Good call on the snacks," I say, reaching for a bag of chips. "I was starting to get hungry."

"I told you so." Pablo winks at Pedri, who simply rolls his eyes at the brunette as I chuckle.

We settle in, the four of us lounging in the sun and munching on Pablo's assortment. It feels easy, the kind of day where I can almost forget about everything else and just be in the moment.

The waves crash in the background, and I can feel the heat from the sand seeping through my towel, warming my skin.

It's mid august, but it's still Barcelona.

After a while, Maria sits up, shielding her eyes from the sun. "I'm going for a swim. Anyone joining?"

Pedri and Pablo exchange a look, and then, like they've made some kind of unspoken pact, they both jump up, racing each other toward the water.

Maria follows, laughing as they splash into the waves. I, on the other hand, stay back — watching them from the shore. They look so carefree, caught up in the thrill of the cold water and the sun overhead.

Eventually, out of boredom, I wander down to the edge of the water, letting the waves lap at my feet. It's colder than I expected, a sharp contrast to the heat of the sand, but it's refreshing.