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Pedri didnt remember meeting ferran for the first time. He must have been still in haze in front of his just finalized barcelona deal. It was fair enough to be honest.
Anyway but what he did remember was the freezing cold that it was on that morning when he first heard of ferrans too transfer to barcelona couple years later. He didnt think much about it then. Why would he after all? Not that he didnt like ferran based on their brief meetings for the national team. They even texted back and forth few times. So it was cool he guessed.
Ferran exactly remembered the day he had met pedri for the first time. He wasnt what he imagined he would be like at all. They were apparently on the same agent and they thought they should meet up for some reason. So they did. It was the one good thing the management had done for him to this day. What? Wouldnt anyone want to meet that new guy everyone and their mother was talking about? Apparently he was a big deal.
In reality he was literally a boy. He was unnecessarily shy that he noticed he couldnt quite meet his eyes. Not that only his eyes he meant. In general really. Not just him. Anyway ferran thought he was kind of weird for a footballer. He also thought he was also kind of cute. He recalled thinking that he had to get the guy out of his shell. In his experience the quiet ones were always the craziest. He would see if he was right eventually.
Pedri didnt think ferran liked him all that much seeing his oddly intense looks he had caught him giving after practice. Whatever. He didnt need everyone to like him anymore. Or what his therapist said. It would be nice though. What was this guys deal anyway? Gavi has told him maybe he had a crush on him. Thinks he is funny stupid shit. Fine.
Ferran didnt know what he had done to make pedri ignore him since he came to the club. He did sound happy when they talked on the phone the day his transfer had been finalized. And it was only him he seemed to have a problem with. He joked around all day with the others. Ferran knew he just needed to get out of his shell. So what was his problem?
"You are weirdly obsessed with this thing ferri. Let it go."
Eric said so for the third time that day.
"You are making me crazy with this!"
"I just wonder why?"
"Go talk to him then. What is the big deal?"
Ferran wasnt sure what was the big deal. Maybe he should talk with him.
Pedri had recently decided he didnt like ferran. He was that guy. The cool playboy guy. Pedri hated that. And no he wasnt jealous of the easy way he had with people. The way he befriended people in just a minute. He just wasnt his kind of person. He had a girlfriend for gods sake but was still chatting up with girls at the team outings they had some nights. He was not jealous at all.
Ferran was feeling that couragey thing the third beer gives. It was always a given. Good old dependable liquoir courage.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Just a minute."
He headed towards pedri who was sitting with gavi at the bar trying to make his way through the dancing crowd. He sometimes didnt really like these bars. What was wrong with the quiet conversations?
He slipped on the seat just beside pedri.
"What is your problem with me? I thought we were friends before i joined the team. I was excited to come here."
"What are you talking about? I dont have a problem with anyone. You are the one giving me those cold looks for god knows what reason! And i told you i wanted to be training partners that first day and you completely dismissed me. So forgive me if i hurt your delicate feelings. I dont need you to be my friend anyway."
"What the hell pedri? I dont remember you asking me something like that at all! It was my first day at fucking barcelona! You should have been grateful i wasnt throwing up all over the place. That was your reason then?! I thought i missed something serious! Are you literally crazy?"
"It is something serious!"
"Guys, guys, guys! Now the case is solved please kiss and make up and save us from this pain already. God, what is with this high school drama?! You are grown up men." gavi interfered.
"Okay, i guess i can forgive you..."
"For fucking what?! I cannot believe this!"
"Oh, you believe me!"
"Oh yeah?!"
"Yes!"
They were yelling at each others faces with no real heat present between the two. It was almost like they were enjoying it. Gavi wasnt looking forward to this friendship at all. Not one bit. And pedri...That guy can really hold a grudge, no..?
It turned out gavi was right...It was friendship from hell. Yesterday they fought the whole practice about god knows what making everyone nervous and the same night gavi had ran into them at the restaurant he went with his girlfriend all chummy eating at the small corner table ferran laughing at something pedri was animatedly recalling him.
They didnt even invite them to their table with them just waving across the room. Weirdos. Not that he would want to sit with them anyway.
Pedri still wouldnt say he all that liked ferran like some people would say. Yes maybe they spent time a lot but he still annoyed him so much. Therefore he wouldnt say ferran was his best friend or anything like that.
Ferran liked pedri. He could admit that. Yes he was kind of crazy and difficult but it didnt like irritate him for real. Not really. Maybe he was crazy too. He thought being an annoyance to him was the most entertaining thing. He always, always reacted so strongly. Every time. So what could ferran do? Not annoy him? He didnt think so.
Okay. Maybe pedri did like ferran. A little. After he broke up with his girlfriend pedri found himself with ferran more often than not. It was kind of...nice. Turned out he could be not annoying. Sometimes. Whatever.
Fucking kroos broke pedris ankle. Just two games before the european finals. What the hell was that?! And, and like pedri hadnt suffered enough from injuries before already! They had to win this. If not for nothing, for him.
"You dont have to wait for me..."
"I know. I want to."
"Ferri...You know...I....sometimes treat you like shit but i love you, you know that right? You are like the best friend i have ever had."
"I know."
"And?!"
"What?"
"Wont you say it back?!"
"Hmm, i dont know..."
"I changed my mind! I hate you!"
"You cannot take it back now..."
"Madre mia!!!!"
"I wish i had recorded this. Can you say it once more for the cameras?"
"I would get there and kill you if i could walk right now."
They did become the european champions. What a feeling!Ferran surely was more drunk from the victory than the drinks eric kept handing him. Poor pedri though. He couldnt drink because of his medication.
He looked happy though. The hurt he felt even if he denied for missing the final seemed to have left him with the win. He looked flushed like he always did after the games even if he didnt play. He looked happy.
Eric shooked him aparr from his thoughts dragging him onto the dance floor. Ferran found himself pressed to a girl. They danced like that for some time ferran had no idea of. He was happy. Was he happy? Maybe he should go sit a little.
"Hey where is pedri?"
"I dont know man. He went that way i guess."
"Thanks."
He found him standing outside the club with his back against the wall.
"Hey. What are you doing here? You are shaking like a leaf. Take my jacket."
"No."
"Dont start. Just take it already."
"I am fine."
"Okay. Freeze then, what is it to me anyway? Wait! Fuck! Is that a fucking cigarette?! Are you fucking smoking?! Where did you even get that from?!"
"I can smoke if i want to."
"You?!"
"Me!"
"What is going on, pedri? You are acting weird."
"I am not! Why are you here anyway? You seemed to be having fun dancing with that girl!"
"You are really being weird right now. Are you feeling fine? Maybe we should go back to the hotel?"
"Fuck off! Go have fun inside with your girl. I am not a child. I dont fucking need your help!"
"Fine! Do what you want!
"I will."
Ferran was right. Pedri was being weird. Fuck. What the actual fuck was that? What the fuck is wrong with him?