Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //

..Thirty-Two..

"Same." he hesitated to say although he meant it. I guess he only could say 'I love you' when he was saying it first.

"Now, I've got an idea." I said to him, because I could tell that he was drawing back into his darkness. "Why don't we play football before I hang out with Neymar? I'm trying to fit in an hour with him before you guys practice later on."

"Even after what I did to you years ago?" he asked me, and I shut my eyes quickly at the thought. "I can't believe my jealously drove me to do that. Ana I'm sorry!" he yelled, crying out. I was shocked, watching my broken twin finally cry as hard as he could. Maybe it was the guilt he had, maybe it was because he was sorry, maybe because he knew how it hurt me, or maybe it was both. Andrew flushed red and covered his face in sheer embarrassment. All I could do was stand there, trying to put on a straight face snd not panic. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." he said over and over. "Please, forgive me." his face was flushed red, and tears streamed freely down his pain stricken face. "Please Ana."

"Andrew...I forgave you already..." I whispered to him. "I hugged you, that's when I did." I saw him shake his head. "I'm sorry Andrew."

"Ana...I missed you. All those years I ever regretted leaving." he shook his head, stepping back, and taking a few steps back. "I feel like relapsing." he wiped his face.

"Don't!" I put my hands out to pull him back immediately.

"I'm not going to do it." he smiled softly. "I just feel like feeling the pills going down my throat," he rubbed his eyes, "I want the steroids in my vains but I can't do it. I've been clean for a few a months, just before the medicals for Barcelona started. " I watched him break before me, and that can do a lot to somebody.

"You are not alone." I hugged him in my arms. "God is there for you." he nodded softly. "He's always there." I pressed his head to mine, and I saw his eyes glimmer with hope.

"I know." he looked outside of the window, he smiled sweetly. "I love you," he put his hands on my cheeks as I smiled. Somehow still not breaking down with him. "Let's go play." he stepped back with while glancing into the hallway with many offshoot rooms.

"I believe in you." I blinked at him with a proud smile. "Jesus loves you." I told him.

"I love You too." he looked up to the ceiling, and pointed with a smile. "I'll be back."

"Take your time."

When I saw him finally disapear down the hallway, that's when I let out a breath I held in for a while. I couldn't believe it.

I couldn't believe that he told me he loved me.

Then he cried.

I always had this theory with Katilina that Andrew never would grow up to cry at all. In my eyes, he never had any other emotion other than anger and...anger. I never had expected this to happen between us but it was incredible.

I picked up my phone to text Molly, but then hesistated because I just wanted Andrew and I to have this moment.

Even if he disliked me the next hour.

I still loved that curly haired little boy with hopeful eyes, not totally lost, but slowly making his way back.

//+//

I juggled the ball, focusing on it, then kicking it up and heading it. Andrew played beside me by himself in silence, I could hear him grunt in fustration and I saw him observing me a few times. The ball flew up high and I jumped to meet it with my left foot, and then I stumbled but landed back on my feet.

Not flawlessly but I tried.

"So, why did you take me here?" he asked, and I scanned the empty playground.