14. Eres un psicópata

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A/N: Hey guysss💙
I'm so sorry, I don't know why but recently I haven't been updating as much as usual, it's just that I'm so tired recently and school is just killing me😭😭 I have a spanish test tmrw but did I studyyy?? nooo. It's alrighttt, Puedo hablar con fluidezzz🤭🤭 ALSO JORDI IS LEAVING BARCA😭😭 I've had such a bad week and more and more keeps making it worse😭
BTW THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 2.8K READS WHAT?? I'm so unbelievably grateful for all of you🫶🫶
Anyways, sorry for the long wait, enjoy the chapterrr💗

Pedri pov:
We had training again today, which meant I had to pick up Pablo. I was looking forward to it as I haven't really hung out with him since I was busy with Mads and he was busy with, well uhm, my sister. That felt so weird to say. My best friend and my little sister. I'm just going to stop thinking about that before I regret it. I pulled up to Pablo's house and started honking. I then see an irritated Pablo with his hands covering his ears. He walks up to the car and says:
"Deja de tocar la bocina tan fuerte"(Stop honking so loud)
"Perdon, le lastimé las orejas al pequeño pablito?"(Im sorry, did I hurt little Pablito's ears?)
"Vete a la mierda"(Fuck off)
He gets in the car and sits down. He then picks up my phone and starts looking for a song. I say to him:
"Elige una buena canción"(Pick a good song)
"Lo haré"(I will)
Then sin señal started playing. Pablo laughs, knowing that this is one of my favorite songs. I started quietly singing. I see Pablo pulling out his phone and taking a photo. He laughs and says:
"Forever bullying you with this"
I flip him off and continue driving. We arrive at Camp Nou and go to the changing rooms. I say hi to everyone, and get changed. I think about how much has changed in the last 2 weeks. I didn't wanted to sound like those people that are like 'one thing can change you completely', but I really do think people change each other. I mean, if I wasn't with Mads right now, I would have probably gone mad when I found out Pablo and Y/n were dating. But I'm pretty much doing the same thing on Y/n's side. It felt kind of weird that I hadn't had a sort of 'talk' with Pablo. I didn't want to be the annoying overprotective brother everyone saw me as, but truthfully, that's what I was. Y/n was my little sister, and I never wanted her to have to be unhappy due to a stupid guy who didn't treat her right. And of course I believed Pablo would treat her right, but there was still this weird feeling inside of me that we hadn't really talked about them. There was this sort of unspoken tension between us, and I really didn't know how to fix it.

TIME SKIP

You'd think I love football. I've made a career out of it. But at this moment the only thing I wanted to do with a ball is kick in Xavi's face. We get it, we have to pass, LET US PLAY AN ACTUAL GAME. Xavi finally calls off the practice and I look over at Gavi. He points to the changing room as we both start walking towards it. We both enter, get changed and start walking towards my car. I look at the wheel of my car and decide I have to say something:

"Mira Pablo, se que estas enamorado con mi hermana y estoy feliz por ti, pero necesito decirte esto. Es mi pequeña hermana, lo sabes, y soy demasiado protector con ella, dados que me importa. La alegría de mi hermana es importante para mi, y si la afectas, te meteré tanto un balón por la garganta que no podrás volver a hablar con nadie, especialmente con ella. Entendido?"(Look Pablo, I know you're in love with my sister and I'm happy for you, but I have to tell you something. She's my little sister, you know that, and I'm overly protective of her, since I care about her. My sister's joy is important to me, and if you affect her, I'll shove a ball so hard down your throat that you'll never talk to anyone again, least of all her, understood?)

"Qué chulo, mi mejor amigo quiere meterme una bola en la boca"(How cool, my best friend wants to shove a ball down my throat)

"Mi lenguaje amoroso es un poco creativo"(My love language is a bit creative)

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