Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //

..Twenty-Five..

My like was dwindling and so was my patience, and my only friends on the team who didn't forget about me, were Marc and Lionel. Surprisingly. With every day I was growing more and more serious.

I needed to be, because I noticed that I was focusing on someone and not the something I needed to be at the moment. In two weeks my focus in Barcelona had completely reversed and I found myself consistently outside and gaining skill back, as well as muscle.

I no longer treated this like a game to get back at my brother for breaking my leg. I was finding out that forgiving him would take burdens away. God said to forgive, so I had to.

I wouldn't say we were friends now, but we tolerated each other. It was slightly annoying with him breathing down my neck, but he kept me grounded and I did likewise. That's how we were when we were kids, except Katilina was the one he really loved but never said he did.

I was fine with just being the person who kept him grounded, I was that person to a lot of people.

It wasn't depressing, it was the truth.

/Neymar's POV/

I leaned back on the bench, getting scolded by Dunga. My goodness, could he shut up for once? He was scolding three of us, David, Marcelo, and I. David was throwing up and Dunga was mad at him for not saying he was sick. Marcelo was late cause he was doing some needed maintanece on his curly afro.

"What is your excuse for your bad attitude this morning Neymar?" he asked me, standing over me at his short stature.

"I didn't get sleep." I muttered.

"Why is that?" he asked me,

Gabriela.

"Gabriela held me up last night cause she took too long at the mall, and then I didn't get to watch the Argentina match and then we had an argument-"

"How would that keep you up?" he questioned, and I thought about it for a minute. "I know what it is. You're thinking about something and it's keeping you up at night, huh?"

I squinted my eyes and he nodded with a smirk.

"I may be old but I know my stuff. Who's the girl?" he asked me.

"Gabriela." I said plainly.

"I mean the girl who keeps you up st night in your thoughts." he explained himself.

Ana.

"It must be that girl you had around for a while." Marcelo said, puffing his afro up. "What made you stop going after her?"

"Heard her confessing her love for Bartra." I rubbed my face, getting mad at the thought itself.

"Oh!" David's eyebrows furrowed together. "That's tough, especially after he and Bruna-" I looked at him with a squint of the eyes. "Sorry."

"So wait, what did she say to him exactly?" Marcelo asked me.

"That she wants him to hold her, and how he is the only dude she knows who flat irons his hair and she likes that-"

"Wait a minute, you flat iron your hair." Marcelo corrected me. "Bartra's hair is naturally straight, are you kidding?"

Oh.

Oh.

"So what does this...mean?" I asked slowly. Marcelo flicked my head just like Brasilian parents tend to do when you don't get something right.

"It means, idiot, that you go after her again and make up for making out with Gabriela in front of her. That was low down dirty my friend." David said, and Marcelo nodded. I only did it so that she could see that I didn't need her.

We both knew it wasn't true.

I was always thinking about her, and I didn't wanna stop. Everything she had told Marc made me feel sad on the inside. She always made me smile, and having her on the pitch watching me practice would be ideal, but I haven't crossed paths with her in two long weeks.

Ever since the first time I saw her, I deemed her unforgettable. Maybe she doesn't remember how we met, maybe she doesn't want to. What I did to her was out of spite, and it made me call an old fling. Now Gabriela and I were a thing. It surely made the fans mad, and I was surprised to see that they preferred Ana to Gabriela.

Now Dunga had been observing me with a knowing smirk. My teammates looked at me as I blanked out some more.

"That's the fifth time you've thought about her in five minutes Neymar." Rafhina smirked at me.

"What? I didn't-" I started laughing. "I miss her alright?" I said, and my mates started nodding with these stupid smiles on their faces.

"Can I say it?" Dodo asked Fernandihno, and I sighed while motioning them to say it. "You're infatuated with this girl, but it's not your everydat infatuation, it's mixed in with extreme fondness and like." he said, and Dunga nodded.

"It's definitely not the big l word, but it is some sort of l." Dunga said, "Neymar, you better do something about it soon cause you can't stop practicing just so you can think about her." I smiled at the thought of her. "Again! There it is fellas. Make sure to call her or something, cause I want us to do well." he lectured in a friendly way.

"I'll try." Marcelo flicked my head again. "I mean, I'll do it!" I giggled. "Can I do it right now?" Dunga nodded and sent me off.

I was going to pour my heart out and hope she would forgive me.

/Alana's POV/

I was laying down sprawled across my bed, texting my sister. It had been lonely by myself but I dealt with it because it was what I wanted. Ayla and Molly had given me my space and I didn't want them back here for a while.

My phone started to ring as I was sending another message to her. It was the familiar name that I didn't like to love.

Juniho.

I let it ring because I didn't want to regain those feelings, even if it were a buttdial phone call. The phone was ringing and ringing and I knew it wasn't an important phone call, I wasn't important to him. We were only friends, and I knew that.

So I just let it ring.

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God be with you all! He loves you all so much! Remember to obey His commandments!

Jesus loves you!

HE DIED FOR YOU, ALWAYS REMEMBER.

:)

alana

ANSWER THE PHONE ALANA.

sad

neymar is too late..

or is he?

hm

so this is sort of a triple update.

God gave me strength to write four chapters this week, and I wanna thank Him, and Him alone.

what do you guys think?

double update again or noo

GOD BLESS YOU ALL. ALWAYS THANK HIM FOR HIS ANSWERS.

GOD LOVES YOU GUYS.

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¡Que Dios te beniga!

Deus te abençoe!

Que Dieu te benisse!

God bless you all!

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dominiw