„you know you have to talk to me about something else, or else i will just sit here and look at my phone every minute to check if something happened."
i didn't know what to do. i posted this story 5 minutes ago, and i was checking it for 5 minutes. i kept on checking if he saw it, but he didn't. but someone else did, my ex-crush. but he didn't only see it, he also liked it.
what does this mean????
he gives me mixed feelings, over and over again. i just wanted an answer, no matter what it was, just something clear.
„let's go outside. it's getting warmer outside, we should go shopping." my best friend suggested, and i couldn't say no to shopping.
as we got outside, my best friend ran and stood in front of me. „no phones, no checking. give me your phone, i will put it in my bag you will get it back when we're done with shopping."
you have to know, that a discussion either with nayla or with me is the least thing you want. and the both of us discussing something was always ending extremely loudly and freaking long, so i tried everything to escape them, so i gave her my phone without saying anything back.
we decided to walk into the city as it wasn't that long and we had more time to talk.
„okay i know i wanted to change the subject but i need to know this - imagine the scenario, you and pablo gavi come together, would you try to get us into a club with them?"
i knew it. at some point, she had to ask me this. my best friend was addicted to partying. i know she's shy around other people, but as long as i'm partying too, she's literally glued to the dance floor. it really is an introvert&extrovert friendship or an if you'll do it, i'll do it too-friendship.
„of course i would, even though i think they're not that much of party people. but i would be so down to party with them."
we got to the mall and went crazy, thank goodness i worked the last weeks.
i had a little job at a restaurant just around my corner. i was working there a few hours a day, just helping out in the kitchen, as my mum and my boss are friends.
we bought so much, i think the next time i have to go shopping again is in about 4 months. but we were shopping for almost 4 hours, so we were dying to eat something.
but today was friday, which means that we could stay a little longer than usual at each others house.
we grabbed something to eat and went back to naylas.
„you want your phone back?"
„omg i already forget about it, but yes please."i took my phone and didn't even dare to look at it. now i was the one having mixed feelings.
fear. fear of disappointment, that i had too high hopes.
excitement. excitement that i may be in contact with a football player, but not just a football player: pablo gavi.i saw my phone light up.
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pablogavi sent you a messageno. nah. what in the freaking witchcraft was going on.
i started shaking. like actually. i put my phone on the table and looked at nayla.
„what? why are you looking at me like tha-...no, are you joking? he didn't, did he?"
„he did." i whispered.nayla jumped up and screamed. „THERES NO WAY THAT PABLO GAVI ACTUALLY KNOWS YOU EXCIST OH MY LORD!!"
i was sitting on the floor, not knowing what to do. i was still shaking, and probably as red as a tomato.
if i'm being 100% honest, i wasn't even sure if i would want to be with pablo or with my ex-crush. at this point, my feelings for my ex-crush weren't completely gone, just 89% gone.
„why are you looking so sad? aren't you happy about that?" nayla said kneeling down to me.
„of course i am, but at this point i'm just thinking. do i even want something going on with pablo or do i want something with my ex-crush? like, am i made for a life with someone famous?"
„girl, you're joking right? you can't be for real right now, we're talking about none other than pablo gavi. and if you aren't made for a life as a wag, i don't know who is. you literally dream of being a wag for 4 years, and now you have the chance and you need to get it. so now, forget that boy that rejected you anyways and look what mr. beautiful-football-player send you."
she was right. so freaking right.
i took a deep breath and unlocked my phone.i didn't want to click on the chat yet so i just read what the notification said.
pablogavi
¡hola! vi tu historia, y creo que te ves muy hermosa.„girl i don't know what he said there, but i'm sure it's a compliment." nayla said making me chuckle.
„don't leave me like that, get your phone and open the goddamn translator." i said chuckling.
„he said: hello! i saw your story, and i think you're very beautiful."
what the f-
„no he didn't stop playing."
„girl i swear on my life it's what he said."shock. pure shock filled me. it couldn't be. there was no way that this boy thinks that i'm beautiful.
„should i just answer thank you? or should i try to keep the conversation going?"
„no, no. just say thank you, if he wants to, he'll keep going and text you again."i clicked on instagram and my finger immediately found the chat.
„¡gracias! like that? or should i put some emojis too?"
„maybe a smiling one or the winking-kissing one." she said smirking at me.„i'm only thanking him, i'm not having a date with him alright? i think this one will do it."
¡gracias!☺️ *send*
„fine, now i can wait AGAIN. i hate it. but what if-" *bing*
„nah girl, if that's him-" nayla put her hand over her moth shocked by my phone buzzing after only a few seconds.
„it's him."
„¿cómo estás? oh i know this one. bien, ¿y tú? well, those 6 months of spanish class were definitely good for something."
i looked back in the chat and saw, that my message was immediately read by him. kinda like he was waiting in the chat for me to answer.
i looked up from my phone but returned my gaze back to the chat as i saw him typing again.
Miré tu perfil, creo que eres muy lindo. Eres de Alemania, ¿verdad?
(i looked at your profile, and i think you're very cute. you're from germany right?)sí, soy de alemania. todavía estoy en la escuela, es mi último año. pero después de eso, quiero mudarme a otro lugar, no quiero quedarme en alemania.
(yes, i'm from germany. i'm still in school, it's my last year tho. but after that, i want to move somewhere else, i don't want to stay in germany.)¿es Barcelona una opción móvil?
(is barcelona a moving option?)the way i died inside when i read this message. he wants me to come to barcelona?
good thing i have winter break next week, let's see where that goes.
hello everyone!
chapter two is out and i hope you like it! it might be a little boring but it's just the beginning.
thank you for all of your votes and kind comments. see you in chapter three!xx
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the boy i didn't know i needed - pablo gavi
Fanfictiony/n, a 17 year old girl, that would love to be in a relationship soon. and in her best dreams, it's a relationship with the golden boy pablo gavi. but what if she posts a story and tags him out of a joke, and he replies to her?