𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, olive

                                    

                                          
❝ i'm dying to see how this one ends. ❞
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"Tell her, tell her, tell her!" Pablo nags the second he enters the kitchen. We barely told him three hours ago and he somehow managed to make it hell for us more than it already is.
"Damn it, Gavira. We will tell her just shut up." I hiss turning around, holding the metal spoon in my hand threatening to hit him with it indirectly.
"Please, do it now. She knows something's wrong with me and if she asks me one more time what's going on, I'm gonna break." He ignores my threat, starting to get used to them. 
"How come you can't keep this to yourself but you were able to keep the other secret for much longer?" I sigh, dropping the spoon back into the dish.
"Because you told me and then I immediately saw her. Last time, I had a couple of moments to process." He explains. I love Pablo, I really do, like a little brother. But right now? I just might kill him.
"Sedo wle. (Shut up.)" I spit. I know he won't understand but by now he's learned that whenever I start muttering words in arabic, I'm pissed.
He takes a step back in scariness, indeed shutting up by closing his mouth shut. "Why are you shutting him up?" His girlfriend appears into the kitchen. Isabel has learned a lot of arabic words, shut up but in a way more vulgar way is one of them.
As he turns back to look at me he begs with his eyes and nods for me to tell her. "Kess ekht hal beit el melyen bi 3alam ra7 et janene. (Fuck this house full of people who are going to me make me go crazy.)" I mutter to myself but it's clearly heard by both of them. However, understood by none of them.
"What's up your ass?" Isa asks. She walks closer to us, putting down a couple of files full of papers on the table.
She stands next to her boyfriend, frowning in concern. I look at the both of them and realize, we have to tell her now.
"Damn it." I mutter again. "Isa, we need to talk." I  mumble. Pablo's nagging expression turns into a relieved one. "Go get Pedri." I order of Pablo.
Isabel shrugs, tilting her head and furrowing her eyebrows. Pablo basically sprints out of the kitchen to go look for my so call boyfriend.
"Come on." I sigh. I take her by the hand and drag her behind me to the living room while she keeps on questioning me and is left with no answer each time.
She sits on the couch and I sit facing her on the coffee table. I'm tiny, there's no way it'll break.
"This feels like you're going to tell me Pablito's dead." She shivers. Luckily, the dog comes running in right before I tell her no. He jumps up unto her lap and sits, waiting to be caressed. "Okay, probably not." She points out, caressing him softly on his head. 
We wait for a couple of seconds for the two boys, or men whatever you'd like to call them. Pablo walks in followed by Pedri who's drying his hair with a towel in addition to being shirtless.
Isabel stares at her brother and rolls her eyes. I just stare because no matter how much I'm trying to ignore it, his abs are completely mesmerizing. And don't even get me started on his V-line. These can make a woman go crazy in seconds but none of us are going to admit it.