After dinner, I stepped outside, needing a moment to gather my thoughts. The night air was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the family gathering inside. Just as I started to clear my mind, the door swung open, and there stood Ally.
"Pedri, can we talk?" she asked, her voice soft but urgent.
"Sure," I replied, my heart racing.
"Pedri, I miss you so much," she said, her eyes searching mine.
"Ally, you're the one that ended it with me," I reminded her, trying to keep my emotions in check.
"Yeah, but that was because you were moving to Barcelona, and I was in Paris. I didn't think it would work, but I love you so much," she confessed, her voice trembling slightly.
As she spoke, I felt a wave of confusion wash over me. Did I still love her? The question lingered, but all I could picture was Camila's smile, the way her lips felt against mine in my mind. It was a strange mix of emotions—nostalgia for the past and a flicker of something new.
"Um, I don't know..." I started, my words stumbling. "Maybe come to my game tomorrow, and we can see from there?"
"Okay, Pedri," she replied, a hopeful smile breaking through her earlier tension. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow."
As she turned to go back inside, she waved at my family, thanking them for dinner. I watched her retreat, my mind racing. I was caught between two worlds—one with the familiarity of Ally and another with the excitement that Camila stirred within me.
What was I supposed to feel? What did I want? In that moment, I couldn't help but wish for clarity as I returned inside, ready to face whatever came next.
As we warmed up on the pitch, the excitement in the air was palpable. I was pumped for the game, but a knot tightened in my stomach when I looked up at the stands. There they were—Ally and Camila, sitting side by side, completely unaware of each other's presence. It felt surreal, and I couldn't shake the feeling of tension building inside me.
"Hey, you okay?" Gavi asked, noticing my distracted gaze.
"Yeah, just... thinking," I replied, trying to sound casual.
"Hey, man," Gavi said, shaking his head in disbelief as he noticed where my gaze was fixed. "I can't believe you might really get back with Ally."
I could hear the concern in his voice. "You remember how much I liked her," I replied, trying to brush it off, but I could tell he wasn't convinced.
"Yeah, but after how it all ended? You were so hurt, Pedri. Are you sure you want to go down that road again?"
I sighed, a knot forming in my stomach. "I don't know, Gavi. It's complicated."
The whistle blew, and we kicked off against Girona. The game unfolded with intensity. Lamine Yamal opened the scoring in the 30th minute, darting past defenders like they were standing still. The crowd erupted, and I couldn't help but smile as we celebrated together. Just seven minutes later, Yamal struck again, making it 2-0 and sending the fans into a frenzy.
In the second half, Dani Olmo added another goal, and the atmosphere was electric. I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins, but a part of me was still preoccupied with the two girls watching from the stands. What if they were thinking about me? What did they feel about the game, about me?
Then, in the 64th minute, it was my turn. I received a perfect pass just outside the box, took a touch to set myself, and fired a shot past the goalkeeper. The net rippled, and I ran to the corner flag, shouting in joy and relief. The cheers of the crowd were deafening, but as I glanced up again, I saw Ally clapping enthusiastically while Camila cheered, her face a mix of excitement and something else I couldn't quite read.
As the game continued, I tried to focus, but my thoughts kept drifting back to them. The final moments were tense, especially when Ferran Torres received a red card in the 86th minute. Girona managed to pull one back with a goal from Cristhian Stuani in the 80th minute, but we held on for a 4-1 victory.
After the final whistle blew, I felt a mix of joy and anxiety. I had played well, but the real challenge was waiting for me off the pitch. As we celebrated with the team, I couldn't shake the feeling that the real game was just beginning.
As I walked down to greet my family, I felt a rush of excitement mixed with nerves. Just then, Ally jumped on me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"You were so amazing, Pedro!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with admiration. I hated when she called me "Pedro." It felt too formal, too intimate, yet I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.
"Thanks, Ally," I managed, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling.
"Hey, Pedri!" Camila approached me next, giving me a warm hug. "Are you coming home today?" she asked, her voice cheerful and light.
"Umm, yeah, I think so," I replied, glancing between her and Ally.
"Pedro, who is this?" Ally asked, her tone slightly possessive as she looked at Camila, her curiosity evident.
"Umm, Ally, this is Camila, my roommate. Camila, this is Ally," I introduced them, feeling the weight of the moment.
Before I could say anything else, Ally interrupted, her voice rising with excitement. "I'm the love of his life!" she declared, a teasing smile on her face.
The words hung in the air, and I felt a flush creep up my neck. Camila's expression shifted slightly, a mix of surprise and confusion crossing her features. I could sense the tension building between them, and I desperately wanted to diffuse it.
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"Treating you the Way you Deserve" //Pedri Gonzalez
Fanfiction"Camila has been very close to the boys' group ever since she grew up with them at La Masia. However, the dynamic changes when two new players join the team.
