Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //

..Nineteen..

"Ana!" he called after me because I sat right up and pushed myself back with my legs. He looked shocked too, "We didn't do anything, right?" he asked me.

"No!" I got up on all fours, and stood up. This back injury was really inconvineint at this point in time. "Do friends even do that?" I whispered harshly to myself. "You passed out after yelling at me! I went to bed in my own bed, I promise." I said calmly. "I just don't know how I got here."

"Wait, this is your penthouse?" Neymar asked me.

"Yeah. Why does it mat-"

"I stayed in this penthouse." he said slowly. "Where did you get money to rent this?" he asked me suspiciously.

"Ugh, does it matter?" I groaned, I was annoyed that he was avoiding the question I was asking. "Why are we even in this predicament--oh I know! Neymar decided to show up at my penthouse at three and pass out drunk on my floor?" he actually started to laugh,

For the first time in a few days, I saw his eyes squint and hear him giggle. It was music to my ears. He shook his head, and messed up his hair. He stood up, and Neymar turned back to look at me with a smile.

"Where are your friends?" he asked me.

"Sleeping," I answered, "I heard one of them come in last night." I pursed my lips.

"Oh that figures." he said while scratching his stubble.

"Figures what?" I asked him, leaning.

"I'll tell you over breakfast." he said, it might have been a question but it sounded like a demand.

"I thought you regretted being my friend?" I beamed sarcastically.

"Yes but this is just breakfast. They have a nice breakfast bar here, so let's go." he started walking.

"What do you want?" I asked him, eager to know why.

"To talk." he said softly.

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I poked at my sunny side up eggs with a bacon smiley face side. Neymar thought it'd be funny to get to get a kid's meal. No one messed with my food and got away with it.

Even if they were Neymar Junior.

Who I was still mad at might I add.

"So?" I asked Neymar as he stuffed bacon in his mouth.

"So..." he repeated, rubbing his face.

"So you bring me to breakfast, after we platonically sleep together, and then you don't offer your two cents when I invite you to talk?" I asked, and chuckled.

"So here's what I think:" he started animatedly, "Had a tough day yesterday at practice, everyone was mad at everyone, that Andrew kid fell and got injured. I got drunk cause of other things; showed up to the hotel cause I usually stay here when I need a vacation. The rest is really foggy up until we woke up, then you told me that your friends came in late right? Since they too were drunk out of their minds: they probably thought it'd be funny if you would wake up in the bed with me. Hah! It's genius!" he screamed in joy after his long analysis.

"Neymar shh!" I shushed him because some people were starting to look suspicious of who he was. "Aside from the burning question as to how and why you were at my penthouse yelling at me, why was your practice tough?" I wanted to know what Don Andres and Gerard were arguing about with Lucho.

"We had to practice for another hour cause of some stupid slip up by Gerard." he sipped his tea. I didn't even know he liked tea. "This tastes terrible." nevermind.

"What did Gerard do?" I sipped on my water.

"Yelled at Luis Enrique for benching him to teach him a lesson for not being there at seven practices," that's something I would agree with Luis Enrique on. "As for Andy vs Lucho, I don't know much on."

"Oh-" Neymar looked at the clock and his mouth dropped.

"I'm gonna get benched too if I don't leave now. We have a mandatory early practice and whoever is late sits with Piquè on the bench next match. You wanna come with me?" he asked me in a hurry.

"I thought we weren't friends anymore Da Silva." I crossed my arms with a smirk. He rolled his eyes playfully and stood up, whipping out a wad of cash to just cover my barely eaten eggs, and his eaten plate of nothing, plus enough to probably cover about four tips.

At least some part of him was kind.

"Come on. We slept together." he reminded me. "Platonically and for a few hours, don't worry." he laughed.

We walked towards the main door of the hotel, passing Ernesto who looked alarmed. Setting a newspaper down immediately and smiling uneasily. I waved at him and Neymar kept on his strides with me following him. I heard commotion of many voices outside and feared for the worst.

"Uh oh! Paps?" I exclaimed frantically, wanting to turn back. Neymar gripped his hand around my wrist, and looked back with a smile.

"We'll make it." he said to me. "Just follow my lead." he instructed, and he opened the main doors. The amount of shutters and yells were astounding. Come on, at seven am, that is when we get ambushed.

All was well, but annoying until I heard a pap yell something that caught my attention.

"Hey! You two spoon when you sleep?" I turned back when whoever said that. Neymar's already tight grip tightened more. His driver was waiting for him, so he hastily tried to pull me through the sea of paparazzi. The man held up a picture of Neymar and I while we were asleep and my heart started to pound.

It was in a newspaper.

It only meant that one of my friends had betrayed me.

I was suddenly angry, but I knew I had to calm down.

I had to be silent but deadly.

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