"Are you sure it doesn't bother your brother?"
"Of course not. But if you'd rather sleep at a hotel I understand." Pedri replied as looked through his walk-in closet.
"No no. I just feel bad that I'm taking your bed. And that you have to sleep in your brother's."
"It won't kill me." He laughed. He gave me a hoodie and some sweatpants. "I hope these somewhat fit, considering I'm really packed."
I slapped his arm while giving him an unimpressed look before passing by him to go to his bathroom. I changed into his clothes which were much comfier and sat down next to him on his bed.
"Today was long."
"I'm going to go to sleep." He yawns as I lie down on his pillow. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight Pedri."
He got up and walked out, giving me smile as he passed the door. It was quite early compared to what I've be used to with the holidays, so I grab my phone and scroll through tiktok for awhile.
I quickly get sick of tiktok and decide to watch some movie on Pedri's TV. I scan the room for his remote, and find it on his bedside table. I turn the TV on and go on Netflix.
I hear a soft and quiet knock on the door before it opens on Pedri. "Hey." He whispers quietly. "I'm just grabbing a shirt because this one is killing me." I notice he's shirtless.
"Oh yeah, okay." He takes a shirt before looking at me.
"You can't sleep?"
"No. But it's okay I'll just watch something else." He sits down next to me and looks at the TV as I look through Netflix's options.
"Let's go swimming."
I giggle. "Swimming. Now, at midnight?"
He rolls his eyes. "There's no time for swimming. It's a all day kind of thing." He laughs. "Come on, I'll give you a shirt." He gets up and grabs his phone, looking out the window as he clicks on some things. "Okay, I started the pool heating." He then proceeds to give me a shirt.
I go back into his bathroom and change, making sure that his shirt is baggy enough. Once I get out from the bathroom, he's already changed in his swimming trunks.
"Let's go." We climb down the stairs towards the living room, passing through his glass sliding doors once he turned the garden's lights on. "I'm having second thoughts on this." I say skeptically
He looks at me with a mischievous grin, before grabbing my hand. "Once we get into the pool it'll be warm."
Nevertheless I stop a meter before the pool's border, and he pushes me in. As I fall I grip onto his hand which makes him fall with me.
Once we get back at the surface, I open my mouth in shock. "You're such a bastard." I glide my hand through the water, propelling water on his face.
He does it back, which leads us to war.
He attempts to splash me again as I try to swim away, but he grabs my waist and pulls me down to him as he ducks in the water. Once we get back to the surface, I'm about to launch more water on him, but we're interrupted by a big rumble sound, coming from his stomach.
We both look at each other and laugh, as he stops holding me by waist. "I think you're hungry." I state.
"Let's make cookies!" He exclaimed before running out of the pool, grabbing two towels from his pool's closet. "Here." He gives me one once I arrive next to him.
It's kind of useless though because the shirt I have on is dripping but I still huddle in the towel to keep warm.
I go back upstairs to slip into the clothes Pedro had passed me to sleep in, and once I'm downstairs I see Pedri looking at a cookie recipe in a book.
"I turned the kettle on to make you some tea." I smiled and sat down on the counter next to where his book was sitting.
"Thanks. Last time's was good." He grabbed a bowl and starting anding flour.
"Meh." He added the two sugars before grabbing the butter and placing it in a bowl, microwaving it. "Okay, there's something I want to tell you, but I'm unsure how you're going to take it." He took the butter out once the microwave beeped.
I thought for a moment. "I promise I won't take it badly. Actually, I take that back, it depends on what it's about." He mixed the butter in, adding the vanilla extract at the same time.
"It's about Pablo." He pulled the salt and chocolate chips out of a cupboard. "And Mika."
I grabbed the chocolate chips from him and grabbed a few in my mouth. "Okay, continue."
"Well," he mixed the ingredients. "Pablo is.. my best friend but- how do I even say this. He's my best friend for a reason but, the way he treats girls, I don't know, I don't agree with it." He stopped mixing, looking at me with a sighed look.
I continued eating the chocolate chips. "He's a player in both senses of the term then." I smiled as I tried to lighten the mood.
"Yeah. I just don't want your best friend to get hurt." He added the salt and continued mixing. "He's just had so many relationships and they never last."
"Well, Mika's my best friend. And I know how stubborn she is. She can be a pain in the ass. She's smart and I don't think she'll fall for it." He grabbed the chocolate chip bag from my hands.
"Hey! You ate most of them!" I laughed as he sighed, blowing out air from his mouth. "We're not going to have enough for the cookies."
I leaned over to grab some more but he smacked my hand away. I got up to help him with the chocolate chips in the cookies and we put them in the already preheated oven.
I sat back down to the counter and he sat next to me. "So yeah, I just thought I should warn you about Pablo." He said, coming back to our topic from a few minutes ago.
"I'll tell her." I looked in front of us. "But I'll doubt she'll listen." I laugh.
"I really love Pablo, but I could never be like that." He swings his legs off the counter. "Firstly, I wouldn't want to be with some random person, it would have to be someone I really like, the one I think is right." I laugh, and he turns to look at me.
"We're only twenty one and twenty, look at our generation, you can't actually think that's possible."
"But I'd wait then, I can't understand how it doesn't affect Pablo. I'd treat my girlfriend so much better then he does his'." He stopped. "You're right about the generation thing though, but that doesn't mean there aren't any exceptions." He looked up at me.
I could feel my cheeks heat up, and this time the night wasn't there to hide it. He scooted closer to me, placing one of his hands on the counter behind me. I grabbed the back of the base of his head, as he got closer to me.
Beep beep! Beep beep!
Our heads both turned to the oven, and he got up to stop the timer of it, taking out the cookies in the process.
"They smell amazing." We both grabbed a cookie, clinking then together before tasting them. "Mm, they taste amazing."
"Yeah, it's because I made them." I kicked him as he laughed.
"I helped too!"
"For what? You literally added the rest of the eaten chocolate chips!" He placed all the cookies on a plate and we sat down on the couch.
I grab the bowl from his lap. "I'm going to have to take these away from you, these aren't in your diet!"
"You can't do that! It's match day so I'm allowed to cheat!" He tried to grab the cookies back, but I didn't let him.
"No no no, I only want what's best for you, and that's for you not to eat the cookies."
"Yeah right, it's only so you can have them all!" He tried to grab them again but I got up and he ended up chasing me around.
"Here, you're allowed one from all the running you just did." I gave him a cookie but he reached for the plate, grabbing in it. "Let's finish this Hunger Games marathon?"
I nodded and we sat down on the couch, the plate of cookies separating us.
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(Author's/Note)
Heyyyyyyy
Soo I'm going to make a schedule soon I promise but atm I'm just posting when I have motivation 😭
The tension for the cookies cooked btw 😍 thanks @
Any thoughts?
Love,
Pedriittaa <3