Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //

..Five..

It felt like me for a moment.

That is until he had to interrupt my reunion with the ball I had missed all these years.

"What I remember is that he left all four of us, and cleaned out our bank accounts! Then he thought that he couldn't lose the one child he loved, so he came back for you!" I yelled, striking the ball with force. It hit him square in the chest, and he coughed a little.

I poked at finger at his chest as I continued, "He came for you when we were eight and didn't even say goodbye to Katinlina, mama, or me! He just left!" Andrew coughed once more.

"Already getting into fights on the pitch and not even game one yet." he smirked, and I was on the verge of hitting him. "Keep a level head love." he ran with the ball, and kicked it past the rock. "Goal."

//+//

I came back to the penthouse frustrated and sad. My feet dragged against the black tiles in the kitchen, and I sloppily ate another yogurt. I called Molly after mopping around for a brief two minutes.

"Ana!" I heard her cheer. "How was your day? Did you practice?" she asked.

"Yeah." I sadly answered. "It was good."

"Are you okay...?" she asked into the phone.

"Still a bit jetlagged, that's why I'm so irritated, haha." I lied, rubbing my hand on my face.

"Liar."

"Don't push it further, please?" I asked her kindly. She hummed, and there was silence as I turned on the tv and tuned into a novela.

"Did you fall in love yet or?" she asked, and I laughed.

"I've been here for one day." I smiled.

"Yeah, but didn't you see that Cheetah Girls movie?" my eyebrows rose. "Nevermind. Oh wait! Neymar was at your hotel, wasn't he?" I could just picture her wiggling her eyebrows and Ayla teasing me with her.

"What? Yes he was, but he left." I honestly couldn't stop day dreaming about the events that took place. "We talked about this yesterday, right?" there is a lot to cover in a four hour conversation.

"Oh yeah, was drunk. Explain it to me from when you first swiped Andrew's master card."

Story time.

I told her from start to finish as if it were some fairytale, except my happy ending had not arrived yet. I finished and told her how I got yogurt, and sitting there telling her my story.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Wait- what do you mean what am I doing?" I grew frustrated over the fact I just spewed a fifteen minute story to her, and this is what she got from it.

"Why aren't you practicing to prove Andrew wrong? You can be better than him." she promptly said. "I have to get to my calculus assignment so I gotta go. Be sure to call Ayla, she misses you!" she hung up the phone right after.

My phone rang right after, and it was Andrew. I ignored it, trying to gain some sort of independence from him. I also needed to get myself a few things

I walked out of the house, and didn't know where to go from there. All I knew is that I had to go find it. I kept my hood up as I waded through the people on the sidewalk.

I stopped in a sports store, and saw a lot of people in the football section. It was a sale or something, I saw only one football left. I looked to my right, and then my left. I locked eyes with a boy who looked like a preteen. I darted to it, and he did too.