Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //

..Fourty-Five..Inescapable..

"Can I go now?" I asked while looking at my lap. I wiped my eyes just in case.

There was silence.

"You're due back here tomorrow at noon, understand?" John commanded me, and I shrugged.

"Okay."

Was I okay at the moment?

No, not really.

Was he okay at the moment?

I hoped he was.

//+//

"Are you ready for the match tomorrow?" Andrew asked me, and he put ice cream in a bowl in front of me, pushing it towards  me. I grabbed a spoon and jabbed it.

"I think so." I shrugged at him, crying into my hands. "I'm such a baby." I was crying more than I was used to. Is this what love does to you? Romantic love I mean.

Especially when you dump that person?

"I mean...you could be...like going through that premenstrual-" Andrew started off before cutting himself off with a snort.

"Could be." I shoved more ice cream into my mouth. "Like, I was supposed to have it around five days ago, but I haven't gotten it yet." I shared with him shamelessly, and he stared at me.

"You're not pregnant, are you?" he asked me in all seriousness.

What kind of question was that?

"It's stress, okay? How many times am I going to tell you that nothing and I mean nothing, happened?" I shot back, and he put his hands up. "It'd be too early to tell, anyway." I shrugged and he put his hands together, still staring at me.

"Well it's odd to picture you like that in the first place my little prude." he messed up my hair, and I glared at him. "I'm sure he misses you too, I mean- it was his fault right?" Andrew went into his fridge, and he started to peel a mango.

"Eating mangos as much as you do is unusual." I pointed my spoon in his direction, and he shrugged. "Anyway, I don't think that it was all his fault. I'm not totally honest with him either." Now I was defending Neymar and throwing myself under the bus, great.

"Wait...so like refresh my mind, he told you he loved you, right?" Andrew attacked the mango after peeling it, and he had a big chunk of it in his mouth. "Then you said it back...?"

"Yeah." I answered emptily, vacuming the rest of the ice cream into my mouth. Andrew walked toward me slowly, and his eyebrows rose.

"Then did you tell him about us? Like how I'm your brother and stuff, cause the dude was getting ideas that I liked you and stuff like that. I love you as a sister, but that's about it." Andrew explained, laughing to himself about it.

"I didn't. Ugh!" I put my hands on my head, and I kicked my legs subtly. "I was so caught in being cheated on, but I forgot to, Andrew, I'm sorry." I put my head down, and he sighed.

"It's not your fault." Was all he said.

But it is kind of sort of.

"How are you Aminho?" I asked him kindly, changing the subject. But I was genuinely wanting to know what he was feeling, and not let him keep worrying about me when he should continue to worry about him.

"Well, got about two weeks until vacation, God's willing, hopefully gonna reunite with Kat and mama. I'm good." The last part of his sentence was higher pitched.

"Are you sure?" I asked him, and he shrugged while peeling another mango. Then he shook his head.

"Don't ask me about it when you're in the state you're in." Andrew dismissed me quickly, then he pointed to the clock. "Noon, time for you to head out to practice, unless you want me to go in your place." Andrew bit into the fruit. Then I noticed something, he was his calmest when he was eating the fruit...I wondered why.