Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //

..Thirty-Three..

"Doesn't he pretend to care about girls, Leo? Chews them up, and then after he's gone and acts like he never knew them?" I reasoned with Leo, and Leo rolled his eyes. The sound of his car being prestarted was heard.

"No." I squinted at him. "Ana, it doesn't matter anymore because he's crazy about you. The only other girl he really cares for--other than his family members- is Carol, and it's only a loved one kind of thing. She's the mother of his son, and that makes him love her but in a--for lack of better term-- baby mama kind of way." I half smiled at the baby mama comment. "I don't wanna see gossip effect your emotions, especially for Andrew. Okay?" he asked me.

"I'm sorry Leo." I sighed, and he pat my back. "Thank you for the pep talk."

"It's not a pep talk when I'm saying it without a smile." he added, and I sighed again. "Let's go see Andrew, I'll have to get myself out of telling Lucho what I did."

"Good luck." I wiped my eyes, and I looked at him. "I don't want him to get in trouble." I started crying more and more.

"I don't know what made him pass out and text you about it, but I'm sure it's not enough to get him into a bind." he smiled half heartedly at me.

If only you knew.

//+//

"Please, take it!" I groaned at Andrew as he shook his head, throwing his head back with a groan, him.

"Ana, no." he shook his hand at me as he turned around with a wretch, and he threw up again.

"Please!" I yelled, and he glared at me.

"Leave me alone Alana! Stop trying to help me! Stop trying to make the situation better!" he blocked my hand from giving him tea.

"Please Andrew, take it!" I yelled at him. "Don't be stubborn for the second day in a row!" I shook the bottle of pills at him and he took them in his hand.

"Don't you have to be somewhere else?" he threw his hand up at me.

"I should be with Neymar, but I'm taking care of you!" I started to cover my face and he took the tea from my hand.

"Yes you should be with Neymar, I mean you have ignored him." I rolled my eyes. "If I drink this horrible tea, will you promise to go and please talk to him?" he asked me, and I nodded.

"I told you he made me upset." I crossed my arms and he rolled his eyes obnoxiously.

"Please! Enough of that hospital drama!" Andrew rose his voice but ended up coughing and wretching again. "I'm lucky I can pass this off for severe food poisoning, and I'm lucky all I took was ibuprofen, and then I ended up throwing up on the bathroom floor." he smiled bitterly. "Passed out in my own throw up and that's how they found me." he laughed while sipping the tea. "I'm allergic to ibuprofen, did you know that?" he asked me for the eighth time and it was only four in the afternoon.

"Yes, Andrew. I know." I ran my fingers through his hair and he smiled.

"I'm tired." he said that for the eighteenth time that day. "Please leave me and please don't hold Neymar's confusion against him. When you're cold baby, you're cold." Andrew said to me, drinking his tea. The medication he was given for food poisoning made him delusional for a few hours at a time until he would be well again. Give or take three days.

"I'm not cold at all."

"No! I said when you're cold, baby, you are cold." he repeated. "Go to him and please work it out because he's like a baby right now." he gulped the tea down, smacking it slowly.

"What he said to me at the hospital was rude, and he deserves my cold attitude." he did deserve it and even Leo agreed.

"Eh all he called you was a 'Confusing, lying, shady girl.' I don't see any problem with it." my clearly delusional brother answered me with a shrug and wide eyes.