Chapter XXXVII. The Soulmate Theory

Vivienne's backstage, taking a well-deserved rest after finishing the European leg of her Nonsense tour in Barcelona when someone sneaks up from behind her and puts their hands on her eyes, covering her vision.

"Guess who?" A familiar male voice whispers in her ear and Vivienne can mentally picture the mischievous smile on his face.

"Hmm," She pretends to think even if she can recognise him anywhere, "Is it the abominable snowman?"

A faux offended gasp falls from his lips as he takes his hands off her eyes and whirls her around so that they're eye to eye now.

"If it was the abominable snowman, he would've crushed you." Pedri sniffs. "It's me! Your loving, charming and handsome boyfriend!"

An amused laugh escapes Vivienne's lips as she takes in Pedri's appearance. He looks like a sparkling disco ball with his black shirt all covered in various kinds of glitters her fans had thrown in the air. Even his hair look like a rainbow with colourful confetti and glitter shimmering in it. His arms are covered upto his elbows in friendship bracelets. His face has a big 'Vivi's No.1 Fan' painted across his cheek with bright pink acrylic pain and he's also wearing the iconic red heart sunglasses from her exclusive Nonsense merch. The edges of his eyes are crinkled as he keeps on grinning at her excitedly.

All in all, he looks absolutely ridiculously.

But the way he's smiling at her with so much adoration and affection makes her heart go soft.

Despite his outward chaotic appearance, he looks beautiful. Crushingly so. The brown of his eyes coming out like pools of unrefined honey. He looks like the rest of her life and the thought makes her breath stutter.

Subconsciously, her hands move upwards till they end up resting on his cheeks and with gentle hands, Vivienne guides his face downwards to her own lips while standing on her tiptoes. The kiss is soft and gentle and everything divine. It's a kiss that's neither stolen nor given instead it's a kiss that's shared between two souls. Vivienne feels Pedri smiling into her lips as he slots his mouth against her and rests his own hands upon the curve of her hips. She doesn't know how long they stand there, lips upon each other, giddily smiling into the kiss.

With a sigh, Pedri separates himself from her but still keeps her body close to his as he regards her with another smile. They are still close enough that their breaths are mingling with each others and it feels incredibly intimate.

"Vivienne..." Pedri mumbles out her name as he draws shapeless patterns on her hipbone.

He pronounces her name the same way everyone else does yet it sounds so different when spoken by him. It sounds like a caress of love and Vivienne thinks she can fall from grace just to hear him say her name again and again.

"Yeah?"

"You looked so beautiful tonight." He breathes out, eyes resembling stars with how much they were twinkling with adoration. "You were shining out there. You were so perfect, mi amor."

Her heart trembles and so does her legs as she hears him sing praises about her.

"Thanks, mon amour." After that, it's silent as they stare at each other.

She wants to ask him; How do you like your waffles? She wants to ask him about his favourite breakfast. Does he likes strawberry smoothies as much as she likes them? Or does he prefer banana shakes? When did he learn how to swim? Was it in a pool or a lake? Where's the most beautiful he has cried? Why does he choose to run away from love? There are flowers growing in her lungs as she keeps in all of her unsaid vows and confessions. Love is a feast...but Vivienne Leclerc has learned to abstain. There are so many things unsaid that Vivienne wants to ask and tell Pedri (things like I love you, I love you, I love you) but she's a cowardly lover so the only thing to come out of her mouth is;

"I love kissing you." I love you. That's the real thing but it never comes out. She swears she'll find the courage to spew out those three words tomorrow...after his comeback game.

Pedri smirks cockily at her statement, "I do know how to use my tongue perfectly, don't I?"

Vivienne rolls her eyes but she can't help the small giggle that tumbles out of her mouth and that sound makes his smirk even wider.

A beat passes before Pedri continues, "So do I. I love kissing you too."

"Really?"

"Hmm," He nods in affirmation and his hand leaves her waist as he cups her face in between his palms, "I think your lips were made for me, sweetheart." He pauses. "Everything about you was made for me."

And with that, his lips are back upon hers as he devours her like a man starved. God, she loves him and his lips and his everything. As much fun as she had been having the whole tour has been exhausting her too from going one place to another but with him here, everything feels calm and perfect and she fees rejuvenated.

His lips move against like a river flowing in it's natural direction.

She wants to be pinned between him and a mattress, like a flower pressed in a book. And she wants to say his name like its the only thing relevant in the universe. She wants to say his name over and over again till that's all her tongue remembers.

On the other hand, Pedri is convinced that this goddess of a woman in front of him is his soulmate. And if she isn't, if there isn't an invisible red string of fate tying the two of them together, then he'll grab the string and tie it himself. It might not have been a divine intervention but its love and that is enough and he would do everything in himself to win the one he loves. He thinks back to what João had said and unconsciously clenches his jaw in anger. He won't let Vivienne get hurt by him.

He promises himself that after tomorrow's game, he'll confess to her not knowing that's what she has also promised herself.

"Vivi," Pedri says as he puts his forehead against hers.

"Yes, love?" She asks.

"Would you come to meet me in the locker rooms after the game tomorrow...I have something to tell you." He's nervous, so nervous when he asks her this.

But all his nerves get eased when Vivienne smiles at him and gives him a peck in response. "Of course. I'd do anything you say."

With that, she goes back to kissing him. She tastes so sweet. Like strawberries and he knows that he's addicted to her because fuck, she's so holy and divine. Experimentally, Pedri deepens the kiss but before something else could happen, they get interrupted by Pablo or as Pedri likes to call him the demon spawn from hell.

"Vivi, I swear to God listening to your songs isn't enough, I need someone to pry open my asshole and scream the lyrics into it because- AHHHH! OH MY FUCKING GOD! SOMEONE GET ME THE BLEACH! I NEED TO WASH MY EYES! I'M GONNA THROW UP!" Pablo screams when he sees Pedri and Vivienne making out and slaps his hands on his eyes.

"Gavi!" Pedri shouts at the boy who's now making exaggerated gagging sounds of throwing up while flailing around the waiting room. "Don't you know how to knock?!"

"Don't you know how to control your sinful urges?!" The younger boy snaps back.

Vivienne just stands there, blushing furiously while looking between the two best friends with a blank gaze as if she's so done with them.

And that's how their little romantic moment comes to an unpredictable end but it's alright because tomorrow they'll confess to each other and all will be well.

Nothing bad could happen in a game day, right?

(Nothing bad might not happen in a game day but a lot could happen in a few hours after the said game...)