Ferran Torres

I'm 20, he's 24. He's my older brother's friend. My brother, Pedri, is very caring. He was often late, either on business or at practice, and Ferran was almost always with me. We texted each other often, and our correspondence was like that of lovers. But we constantly teased each other and irritated each other. Sometimes we argued, and Pedri made peace between us. Pedri always tried to ask me if I liked Ferran, but I avoided the conversation. Pedri constantly set us up, only allowing me to go out with Ferran, and this really irritated me.