see you later // Pablo Gavi

Chapter 25

𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝐀𝐒 𝐈'𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐔𝐌, 𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐈.

𝖦𝖺𝗏𝗂:
𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽. 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝗇. 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒. 𝖨 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖻𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌, 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖻𝗍𝗐. 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍?

Attached to the text is the address to the bar. I grin. Awesome. I love the bar. And this is going to be a really nice bar, with some of my favorite guys, like Gavi, Pedri, Ansu, and Ferran. And, like, probably all the Barca players. And there's not one I don't like. Except for maybe Torre now, actually.

𝖬𝖾:
𝗍𝗁𝗑 4 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 2 𝖻 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽. 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 2 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾.

𝖦𝖺𝗏𝗂:
𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝖻𝗍 𝖺 1/2 𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗂, 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗈, 𝗃𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅8𝖾𝗋. 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇

𝖬𝖾:
𝗒𝖾𝖺 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅. 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝗂

𝖦𝖺𝗏𝗂:
𝗎 2 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝗒𝖾

𝖬𝖾:
𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒𝖾 <3

I smile to myself, leaning off of the wall that I took to look casual as I texted one of the famous rich footballers that everyone here just saw play.

Then I walk on, and grab a cab. I have been using so much money on freaking cabs lately. At least Gavi isn't paying for them all. The one thing worse than me wasting money is Gavi paying for me instead of me wasting money.

I get in the cab. It is about 11:45 P.M. on Sunday. And I'm going to a bar. In Madrid, Spain. To celebrate a win with real Barca players that I know personally. And get drunk out of our minds.

At least that is what I hope for.

I hope I'm not the only one that loves to get so drunk you don't even know you're drunk anymore.

I tell the cabbie the location, and look up the bar. It is a huge sports bar. Very popular amongst footballers, after they've won. I assume Real Madrid players come here a lot. Freaking Real Madrid... Okay, right, whatever. No reason to be mad at Real Madrid, right?