One Chain, Two Wrongs ? Neymar

I found myself on the road on my day off.

I was a bit too unhappy about it, but I knew I was just being stubborn because I truly did not mind the trip I was making. An excuse to get out of my empty house, plus it was sunny out and not burning, perfect weather for Barcelona.

When I finally arrived and made it past the tall gates at the front of the house, I went for the door handle on the inside of my car to make my way out and to the front door.

After I went up the little number of steps to get to the doorbell I rang it and held the two phones in my hand. I waited just for a little while for someone to come open the door. I looked around the front of the mansion, the fountain and the fancy sports cars filled the yellow stone driveway and yard as footsteps began to fill my ears.

I turned to face the door again as the steps got louder and the expensive sunglasses on my face weren't really fulfilling their job as the sun began to hurt my eyelids.

The door swung open and a smiling Shakira opened the door, kitchen rag in hand, blonde hair shining as she began to rush me in.

"Neymar," she smiled. "What a surprise."

"Good to see you again, Shakira," I simply smiled back.

I wasn't the best of friends with her, Piqué our only bridge to the small talks we ended up having most of the time we crossed paths.

"Did Gerard invite you? I didn't know he was having some of the guys over-"

"No," I interrupted her. "He came by last night and left his phone over at my place."

She simply looked down at the phone in my hand as I put my own in my back pocket. A look of confusion ran across her face and she shut the front door. A high pitched scream filled the room up and we both turned to face Milan.

"Hey!" I began to cheer as the little boy ran up behind his mom and hugged her leg. "What's up, little man?"

I put my hand out for him to high five and he laughed a bit and did so.

"Say hi," Shakira ordered him as she ran her hand through his hair.

He just ran towards the doors that lead to the backyard and rushed out towards the two figures out there.

"Ugh," Shakira let out a grunt. "He's been doing this to everyone lately."

"Don't worry about it," I tell her. "Is Gerard out there?" I point towards the patio.

"Yeah," she shook her head. "Let me go get him."

I stood there and observed their home for a bit as she ran over to get him. The family portraits filled a whole wall. The smell of meat filled the air as the sliding doors in the back began to open up again, Shakira and Gerard coming through.

"Hey," Gerard let out a smile as he put his hand out for me to shake. "What's up?"

"Hey, nothing much," I begin. "You left this over at my place last night."

"Oh," was all he let out.

"That's strange," Shakira intervened. "I spoke to you on your way home."

"This is my second phone, babe," Gerard responded. "One for business, one for-"

"Pleasure," Shakira and I spoke in unison, knowing what he was referring to.

"Thanks man," Gerard added.

"Gerard," Shakira warned.

"Oh," he turned back to look at me. "You wanna stay for lunch? We're cooking up some steak out back," he pointed towards the backyard.

I looked out through the glass doors once again as I followed his finger and laid eyes on the second figure again.

Glimmering long brown hair, brown sunglasses, full lips, navy bikini and a delicateness to her fair skin. She began to stand up and I looked back over at my teammate.

"Thank you very much you two, but I am in a bit of a hurry," I lied.

"Oh come on, Neymar," Shakira came back out from the kitchen to meet us both. "Stay for a bit, won't you?"

"Meeting upon meetings," I shook my head. "Rain check, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah" Shakira spoke. "The tenth one this week."

"She's exaggerating," Gerard whispered as she walked away.

"I'm not exaggerating," she yelled from the other room.

I let out a chuckle and turned back to the glass doors. She was putting her hair up and her sandals on.

"I should be on my way," I let out.

"Sure thing," Gerard frowned. "Thanks again, man."

"No problem, " I turned to face the door. "Bye, Shakira!" I yelled.

"Take care, Neymar!" she spoke back.

"Thank you, you too," I said. "Tell Milan I said bye," I told Gerard as I stepped out of their home.

I heard the glass doors that lead to the back slide as I took out my car keys.

"Thanks again," I shook his hand.

"Thank you, see you soon," Gerard said.

I caught a glimpse of the girl as she stepped in and I immediately turned around and walked down the steps. I gave Gerard a small wave without turning back as I inched towards my car. Once I finally got in I looked back to the door right before he shut it. He turned to speak to someone who came up to his side, the mystery girl.

I put the car in reverse and made my way back home.

The only reason I left was to not meet her. Have another girl throw herself at me, what I don't ever want and need. Scratch that. There are two reasons. I left because I was not wanting some lustful eyed girl throwing herself at me and because I don't want to meet a girl I might actually like a bit too much since I know I can never truly make any girlfriend of mine happy with the busy and non-private life I lead.