This is the English version of "No Jogo da Vida" for my friends who speak this language. You can find this fic on my profile. • This is a story that mixes real-life characters with the unreal. • The present time in the story does not always keep pace with the present time in real life. • Characters may appear throughout the story. • I hope you enjoy it. And if you do, leave comments. • I will try to publish chapters weekly. ------------------ ∞ ------------------ I apologize in advance if there are any errors in the translation. :) ------------------ ∞ ------------------ +18 | Julienzo | Fedri

Pedri needs to see Ferran after Barça's victory parade.

Ferran and Pedri, lifelong friends and teammates, find their bond tested after a wild celebration following their World Cup victory. In a moment of drunken euphoria, Ferran kisses Pedri, leading to confusion and anxiety about what this means for their friendship.

"I'm really glad I met you" Ferran said with a smile not breaking the eye contact, "You are very precious to me" He continued, tracing shapes along Pedri's arm now, fingers slipping under the thin fabric of Pedri's shirt, it was very gentle, barely there, but Pedri could feel it through his whole body, "Ferri.." Pedri whispered, not knowing what to say, he just felt the need to call his name, It was one of those moments you would wanna stop the time just to live it a little longer, in their own world, just the two of them, it felt private, even intimate in a way.

"You gotta tell Ferran!" Gavi urged him, very worried for his best friend. "There's no way I'm telling him!" Pedri shot back, not thinking about changing his mind. Pedri González and Ferran Torres are best friends since forever. They play together for Spain national team and FC Barcelona, celebrating after scoaring a goal, after a won match, they're hanging out on and off the pitch. This summer Spain played for the World Cup, got into finals with Argentina, beat them then they were World Champions. Ferran was extremly happy because he scored the only and the winning goal so when Spain started celebrating he got really drunk and obviously started getting clingy toward his best friend, that's why Pedri was the sober one, that didnt stop him from going home with Ferran that night tho. Anyway, it was just a drunk mistake, they agreed no one should know about this and it was never gonna happen again anyway. In a few weeks, their "drunken mistake" would make Pedri's stomach twist (literally).

ferran and pedri hung out once through the agency. they enjoyed each others company, as they continue talking, they start feeling things that they shouldn't. 'Fuck y'all.' 'Oh fuck me? Cmon pedri don't make this weird' 'Of course you think of fucking me.' 'Sometimes I wonder what pedri would be like as a girl.'

Was it still bromance, or had it already turned into romance without them noticing? (B)ROMANCE - The terrifying realization that the person who has always felt like home is no longer just your best friend. What begins as denial slowly turns into something impossible to ignore, forcing you to question not only your feelings, but everything you thought you knew about yourself. Every glance lingers a little too long, every touch means a little too much, and pretending it is all in your head becomes harder every day. Because falling in love with your best friend is terrifying. Risking the one person you cannot imagine your life without is even worse. Pedri González x Ferran Torres