"When the chief shepherd appears, you'll win the unfading crown of glory."
-1 Peter 5:4
God bless and be with you all! Jesus loves you! He died for you and is coming back soon. So dedicate your life to Him!
"Andrew, I've lost sight of what I came here for once I saw what it was doing to you." I sat on his couch, kicking my legs subtly. "A few ideas came into my head once I saw you against Deportivo."
"Like?" he asked me with a small smile, hunching over while playing with his thumbs and looking outside. I noticed that he was constantly tremblimg and shaking.
"I realized that it's no use impersonating you anymore." I admitted, and his eyes widened and I smiled with a nod, putting my hands behind my head.
"Excuse me?"
"Of course I'm still going to play football, but since there's a transfer ban on Barcelona until January, I'm going to try and get Luis Enrique to see my skills. Maybe he can recommend me to the women's team, and I'll be out of your hair..." I carefully observed him from the corner of my eyes as the tv hummed with Manunited vs PSG in the background.
"Ana? What does this mean?" he asked me, at a loss for words. "Have you really forgiven me...?" he asked me, standing to his feet.
"What? Yes I have." I answered cooly, he walked towards me with his arms open. I glanced up at him.
"Come here." he gleefully said as he picked me up in a bone crushing hug. My eyebrows furrowed and I sat up slowly while observing him.
Oh my goodness.
Andrew Amero, my twin was finally hugging me.
"I love you." he said, kissing my cheek. "Oh Ana I really love you, my sister." he admitted, and I could feel he was being genuine.
Oh here come the waterworks.
"I love you too." I said, a tear slipping down my cheek.
Ew how corny of me.
"Don't cry, I just got this shirt for sixty euros." he ruined the moment.
"Okay, mood killer." I pushed him back weakly with a smirk. Andrew laughed, giving me one more slap back hug.
"Affection is not really for me." he shook his hands at me, like I shook my hands at Neymar yesterday night. "I'm sorry, I'm awkward about unecessary affection towards people." he smiled, reffering to our pai, and he just kept shaking while lookimg at me with a smile.
"It's because it's what you were told to lose that mindset that you are able to show it. It's okay, I'm here for you Andrew, I understand if you're mad at me." I felt another tear threatening to come out. Then I saw his eyes, and they were glossy.
Woah.
"I'm not mad. I can't be," he blinked quickly, "I would never be mad at you." he faced the ceiling and blinked. "I may seem to dislike you a lot and call you names but it's because I don't know how to-" his adam's apple bobbed up and down. "I just don't know what love from a parent is, except mãe but I made the worst choice in leaving." Glancing at his hand which shook a little more than it should have.
"I know." I whispered, and he actually let a tear slip out. "Andrew, you need to know that I understand how living with a person like that can change you, but deep down, you're still the sweet, and expressive Andrew who would cry after the spider in Charlotte's Web died." I said with a small smile, remembering how he was as a kid.
"Stop, don't remind me." he laughed sadly. "Is it wrong that I watch it and still cry? Like a little bit." he added the last part quickly.
"Nope, it's more than fine." I put my hands on his shoulders, he looked into my eyes with his hazel ones. "I love you." I put my hand on his cheek, and he nodded, looking down.
"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.
"I was hoping to see a few kids I met when I first came here to practice." Raven hair and Bad haircut, maybe I'd see them since afterwards, it had been just about a month since I saw them last.
"Well, it is 10 in the morning, so they're at school." he said to me, striking the ball at me softly. It hit my shin and I giggled.
"Don't make me feel dumb."
"Well, we got about an hour until you're supposed to meet Neymar." he said to me, checking his phone. Then he quickly hid it away.
"Oh! I wonder what we're gonna do." I said, Neymar told me we were going to go somewhere he picked since he said I was like a constantly lost tourist. "Well he said he was picking."
"Um," Andrew looked at me with risen eyebrows, "did you ask him about Dodo?" he asked me, stopping his juggling.
"No." I shook my head at him. "It's not the time." I groaned once he shook his head at me with a surprised expression.
"Look Ana, I realize he makes you really happy and all that mess, but I worry because he's audacious and slightly annoying." Well. "Just be cautious cause Dodo seemed to be honest. Or maybe he was making a pass at you." Andrew started to do basic skills with the ball.
"Dodo doesn't like me, he just wants to start mess." I waved my hands at him.
"Alright, whatever you say." Andrew sighed. "Listen Ana, I think you should head out to meet Neymar soon because I got things to take care of." he softly said to me as he kept kicking the ball with his toe, playing taps with it. I stared at him.
"Oh...okay."
"No I mean like I got a press conference at 10:45 and I forgot about it. Then I have to make a quick trip and have a photoshoot with Calvien Klein." he laughed to himself. "I'm sorry Ana."
"No! It's fine. You go ahead and do that, that's apart of being a footballer after an amazing match." I complimented him honestly.
"Oh." he smiled, taking in my rare compliment. "Thank you." his loving side was once again being overshadowed by his shock of me being kind to him. "Wait, I have to ask you something." he said as I picked up my ball.
"Yes?"
"Why don't we alternate until the transfer ban is lifted?" Wait, what?
"Why?" I asked him suspiciously.
"I trust that you play well." he said kindly.
"Well then I'll go to practice and stuff as you right?" I asked him.
"We'll alternate between two day intervals. I'm going as me and you go as me after tomorrow. Okay?" he asked me. "Next match is yours." he said to me while pointing at the ball, I squinted at his shaking hand.
"Does it call for another hug?" I asked him with a smile, and I took my own chance by hopping on his back. "Andrew, your hand-- it keeps shaking."
"Be careful cause there's paps that have been tipped off." he said to me, ignoring the last part, making me put my hands on my hips, watching him put his in his pockets. "They aren't here now but I promise that if they see us together, they're gonna make a public spectacle of it."
"Wait, it's only cause they know I'm involved with Neymar." I reasoned with him.
"It's not like you can tell Neymar." Andrew reasoned back. "Do me a favor and don't."
"Okay! I promise." I got off of his back and hit it playfully. "Now drive me to his house." I commanded in a joking tone.
"Don't let him seduce you and don't slip up." he instructed me as he grabbed his keys, running his fingers through his hair.
"I won't."
//+//
"Hello?" I knocked on the door to the mansion that I finally saw in the day time. It took a while until a little woman answered the door, she was old and wrinkly, with a side of extremely sassy and she was probably shorter than 5"2.
"Who are you?" She asked me while propping her hands on her hips.
She probably thought I was another fangirl who luckily got passed security.
Neymar tells me that happens sometimes, so his maids, whom take care of him very well, answer rudely.
"I'm Ana." I showed her my phone, a text from Neymar displayed on it.
"I could have picked you up you know. Well you got São Paulo blood in you so I understand the need to be independent. I think I do." she read it with a squint, but then looked at me with a smile. She grabbed me softly and kissed my cheek, and I was caught off guard but it wasn't something rare to kiss people's cheek as a greeting.
Back in Brasil at least.
"So you're his love." she excitedly said, and I swished the word around in my mind. Love. "Come in, please, he's waiting for you in the media room." I followed her through the bright and airy home. I looked at the bar, and saw where Mel and I once sat. Then I got sort of sad on the inside.
Mel.
"Hey! Is this her?" a woman with blonde hair, cooking food diligently, asked the head maid. I smelled the food cooking on the stove and I became hungry because that was definitely Brasilian food that Neymar should share with me.
"Yes, and she's lovely." The maid said and I felt so fuzzy.
"Hey, well welcome to the house!" She exclaimed, coming to give me a hug.
"No hugs right now, he's been waiting for her." The maid pulled me forward as I waved with a bright smile.
"Forget you Tali!" The cook said with a laugh, opening the fridge. A few more twists and turns, and run ins with more staff later, we finally reached the media room.
"Neymar, she's here." Tali said as she paused his FIFA game against Jo. Neymar turned back, immediately tossing his controller.
Might I add that he was shirtless.
Second weakness: targeted.
"Meu amor! How are you?" he embraced me, and I glanced down, blushing because I could see his v-line. Which was just out there. I struggled to focus as Jo stared at me with a smirk.
"I'm fan-f-fanfastic." I stuttered, not thinking clearly with his skin pressed against my clothes. Jo laughed at my inability to speak clearly at the moment.
Idiot. Think fast!
"I think you should put a shirt on Juniho. Don't disract the girl." Tali said, tossing a shirt with Neymar on it. What a shirt.
"Am I really?" Yes. Neymar rolled his eyes, letting me go gentley in order to put on the shirt. "We're leaving as soon as I get this on, I just thought you weren't able to make it and it's hot for a day in October."
Well I don't mind the abs.
Or you.
So keep the shirt off.
"How did you get here? Oh it must have been hard." Tali said, carressing my my cheeks.
My brother, more or less, twin.
"I got dropped off by a family member."
Sorry Andrew.
"Really?" Neymar looked confused as he grabbed his boots. "Who are they? Cousin?"
"Well-" I sighed, feeling immediately distressed about explaining without saying he was my brother.
"Hey Neymar! The brunch is ready you ungrateful twat!" The cook shouted and Jo started to laugh loudly, and Neymar pushed Jo's head. I looked at the score between Barcelona vs Real Madrid on the FIFA game. 4-8, with Barcelona in the lead.
"Shut up!" he yelled with Jo laughing. "I'm taking it on the go! Wrap it for me!" he yelled. "Jo, tell my mãe that I'm gonna call her soon and just keep playing FIFA I guess." he shrugged. "I'll be over for poker later." Neymar intertwined his hands with mine as he hastily lead us out. "Bye Tali!"
"Goodbye, and remember not to miss practice doing whatever you're doing. Try to be in before eight." Neymar nodded along boredly, and patting Tali's head.
"Okay." he kissed her forehead, and waved to Jo.
"Bye Tali!" I waved. "See you Jo." We passed by the kitchen after a few minutes of walking. "Thanks Marchela." he pulled the wrapped up food into his arm, bending his elbow to secure it while still having his cool hand with mine.
"Have a good time." she said to him and he laughed.
"Hope so." Hope?
Well.
"So will you please tell me where we're going?" I asked him with a whine.
"It's not really special and you'll be mad at me but I'm taking my chance." he said as we entered his sleek Audi.
I imagined some places, maybe the beach? In October? Maybe not.
While driving at a reasonable speed unlike Dani, he blasted his music, dancing in his seat. Singing along, and he looked at while moving to the beat.
"Sing with me." he sang that to me.
"Why?" I giggled. Neymar started dancing like a true Brasilian once his favorite part started.
"Yo quiero estar contigo vivir..." he pointed at me with a grin after singing that part.
"Am I supposed to sing the next line?" I asked him, after spacing out.
"Dang it Ana!" he threw up his hands as he laughed. While acelerating, he rewinded it. "We're gonna try this again." I nodded to the beat, and then he smiled, clapping his hands together at a stop light. "Yo quiero esta contigo vivir-"
"Contigo tener-"
"Contigo bailar-"
"Una noche loca- wait a minute!" I sang the wrong line. I jumped in my seat as Neymar made fun of me. "Stop laughing at me when you can't sing!" I rose my voice at him and he gasped.
"Ouch! Ana, you hurt me right here." he slapped his hand over his chest with his tongue sticking out. "Right here baby." Baby.
"Just like your little laughing interval hurt me." I crossed my arms playfully.
"I'm sorry meu amor." he said, suddenly pulling up a familiar road.
Wait a minute.
"Neymar, where are we going?" I asked him suspiciously.
"Surprise surprise!" we pulled up into Camp Nou's almost empty parking lot.
Camp Nou.
"Oh!" I looked out of the window, and Neymar stopped the car, immediately climbing out.
"Come quickly." he ventured to my side of the car, waiting for me to come out. I got out of the car, my sneakers squeaking once they hit the concrete, observing the vastly empty lot. "I have a reason why I'm bringing you here." Neymar ran to the far end of the stadium, and I jogged to keep up a steady distance between us. Then I saw him remove an object, and then there was a hole big enough for a grown man to fit inside. It was the hole I used to get in a few times.
"Hey I crawled through that." I pointed with a smile. Staring up on him as he bent over to fit inside.
"Come here Ana." he signalled me over after he went through it and was suddenly in the stadium itself. I slid on my belly, and I crawled in to trespass, and then I saw green grass.
Camp Nou. There you are.
"I'm here." I reached out, and he pulled me and then I stumbled to my feet. "Why are we here?" I looked around the stadium, wind blew and creaking was heard of some seats.
So eerily empty and quiet.
"Cause, I wanted to explain a few things to you." he started walking forward, taking in his surroundings.
"Like?" I followed him like a lost puppy. Neymar twirled just a little bit and faced me, facing the goal and putting himself in a seated postion on the turf.
"Since you interrupted my space, I'll let you interrupt mine." huh?
"What do you mean, Juniho?" I sat down by him I wrapped my arms around his back and he put his arm around my waist.
I was definitely still inspired by Andrew and I's official making up.
"I come here and practice by myself, every day whenever I'm in Barcelona. No Enrique breathing down my neck, and definitely no hawk eyed teammates looking at me constantly." he looked up at the stands. "When you came and interrupted my space, I was kind of mad but I couldn't stop watching you play." My lips curled into a smile.
"Why didn't you say anything sooner?"
"I'm not finished just yet," he continued, taking a deep breath, "you are a great player, amazing, actually." I tried to make his eyes make eye contact with me.
What was wrong?
"Somebody's watching us." he said calmly, and I turned around abruptly.
"Who is it?" I looked around and saw a bit of white hair "Oh my goodness."
"Probably some staff, they come sometimes during the day. Anyway, I wanted to say that I really care about you." he continued, as he sprawled himself on the turf. "Regardless of what anybody might speculate. I really do like you." I looked around and didn't see the person. I took it into my own hands to sprawl across the turf too. "That night when I came to your place, and I was wasted out of mind, I was going to kiss you then." I nodded, and then I reflected on it. "I have a history...yes...but I was able to stop being that way once Davi turned one, wanted to make sure I was a good influence for him." I turned to face him.
"He'll sweet talk the ones who are in the know."
"What, exactly?"
"Ana." he groaned. "It's hard to explain."
"Why did you bring me out here?" I asked in a kind inquiry, because the first time he answered it just wasn't efficient enough. I decided that leaving the subject alone for now would suit us best.
"I just wanted to bring you to the place that brought us together in some weird way." Neymar stared up at the blue sky.
"The hotel is the place, Camp Nou is when I actually got to see you without cameras flashing everywhere." I sighed, looking up too. "We couldn't even say anything other than 'desculpe' to each other."
"How do you remember that?" he asked me, facing me and I shrugged, meeting his kind stare.
"It's always there when I see Maria." I laughed at the thought of her always giving me a thumbs up whenever a new picture of Neymar and I came out. "The secretary or whatever."
"Haha. I know Maria." he looked back up. "She knows me," he realized how arrogant that sounded, "I visit a lot." he shrugged.
"For a second I thought that you had something for her." It was Dodo's words clouding up my thoughts.
"She's like thirty." he said to me with a laugh, propping himself on his elbows. "Either way I'm focused on you right now."
The way he made me feel was good and bad, because I needed answers.
"Nobody else? No other girl huh?" I asked him, and looked at him intently through the corner of my eye. Neymar looked at me suspiciously and nodded slowly.
"Listen, I'm only focused on you." Neymar said to me, supporting himself on his hands, but not hovering above me. Then I realized that we didn't kiss yet.
What were these kind of ideas visited my head at inappropriate times? I needed to stop staring at his face if I wanted to acheive this but it was Neymar, and the answer would be no.
"I know." I'm not sure actually. "I just want to know whether or not this will be more than just-" I was cut off by his lips attaching to mine.
Oh okay. An out of the blue moment but I accepted it anyway.
At first I was shocked because I was in the middle of talking, but I got over it fairly quickly. Wait, we were on a field right now, oddly, we didn't care. I felt the breath from his nose fan on my face and I smiled into the kiss. I held his face with both of my fans and he supported himself over my body with his hands.
"Um...I'm sorry to interrupt you guys but we sort of need to practice." My eyes shot open once I heard Marc speak slowly, he laughed a little and then he called Leo.
Neymar groaned, opening his eyes and his face turning a light reddish color. We made eye contact and I started to laugh uproariously. Neymar's eyes closed and he said a few words to himself.
"Oh okay. Sorry-" Neymar got off of me quickly but it's not like we were in that kind of position. All we were doing was kissing, and I was a little mad that we were interrupted, then again, we were in front of the goal. Not to mention I was laying the turf, but this would not be the ideal place to try anything. Then he proceeded to rub his hands of any dirt on them.
"Well well well, nice to see that Neymar practices hard when he's by himself and trespassing." Leo teased Neymar, and his face turned red again. Then he jokingly pushed him and Leo pit his arm around Neymar's shoulders.
"Shut up." Neymar playfully told Leo off. Or at least I think it was a joke.
"What am I supposed to say when you're making out with Alana on the field? 'We're just gonna do target practice around you guys, don't worry.'" Leo said and made me laugh again, I hid my face once Neymar squinted at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and he flung his hand at me while half smiling.
"Yes, I would have kicked a ball at you guys. A very hard ball, and I would make it hurt. A lot." Daniel told us seriously as he jogged to the other end of the field. We watched him go and looked at each other.
"What's wrong with him? I do wonder at times." I shook my head at him and so did Leo. Daniel was a very outside of the box person, and it freaked me out.
"Well, you're gonna have to sit on the side lines today cause Lucho wants complete focus, so he called us in early. So please don't distract Neymar he already thinks about you enough." Leo pleaded. "Since the whole team isn't out yet, you can mess around for a little while but once Lucho is out, you gotta sit over there on the bench." he instructed me.
"Okay..." I blushed once I saw Neymar staring me down. It was as if he was monitoring me and I looked at him with a small smile.
Meu amor.
Why was I being this corny human being today? It was cheesy and I didn't like the way he brought out the corny in me. I reminded myself that it was because we were in the cupcake stage where things are sunshine and butterflies, or our own version of it. One full of wonder about each other's secrets. It was odd.
Did I know that much about Neymar?
Or did I know Neymar but not Juniho, just like his Ana and Alana analysis.
Who I was all he had seen, mostly. Some things kept from him would make this easier for us. Sometimes he was different with friends, and other times he was sweet and romantic with me. Was that a part of the wine and dine process that Dodo told me about? Was he going to sweet talk me without actually talking to me? With kisses and cutting me off when I speak with them? Was I a game to him? Is that what kept him around me long enough? Did Carol influence him that much? Is Bruna a better fit for him, or maybe Gabi? Was I only somebody he had on the side? Did he see me only as a friend?
Did he really care for me?
"Neymar please just kiss her so you can focus or sit and canoodle in the corner for five minutes or until Enrique comes out. We're trying to prep for Elche and el clasìco." Marc instructed him, cutting off my deep thinking process as I observed the red and blue stands. I sat up and looked around, seeing Dani at the other end of the field, also in deep thought like me. Then there was Leo and Marc, who were talking while Leo started to toy with one of the balls. Neymar was unusually tense but stood calmly.
I guess I should play along then, even though there was some part of me saying that what Dodo said was just to get to me. I was going to side with both mindsets and intertwine them. Especially with the maids and cook, but then there was his constant hesitation. Yet an ease to press romantic gestures upon us, but he isn't my first love interest. I know how it works, but the way he does it is so skillfull.
It's almost like a plan lacking an abundance of flaws. Of course there would be flaws, but I was attracted to the way he did it. My only problem is that the way I felt for him was one that Dodo couldn't wipe away with a well spoken word of advice.
"Not in front of you all, that's weird to have people watching when you're kissing somebody." The two men turned around and pretended to talk about basic things after Neymar spat what he just did. "Okay, I'll see you after practice ends and maybe I can take you out to the cinema maybe?" he smiled at me, and I returned a half hearted one because of the deep conversation in my head.
"We'll plan, and maybe we can sing the correct lyrics of Bailando because I'm extremely sure we got all of the lines wrong." I pat his straightened hair and he laughed. "Now focus." he held me by my waist and kissed me quickly. I fall for it every single time.
"I did it, now you guys can quit eavesdropping!" Neymar chased the two men down the field as a joke and I watched him running freely and laughing obnoxiously loud. I sat myself on the bench, pushing the negative thoughts about Neymar away and watched the players come out from the tunnel. Everybody.
Except Andrew.
My eyebrows furrowed, and I checked my phone to text him. Then a text from him made me drop my phone all together.
"I relapsed and now the world is starting to spin. Just heard something real bad and I couldn't take it anymore without pills to subside the pain, I'm typing this out to you because you said you believe in me. I'm sorry...I love you...xx."
Then my iPhone landed on the metal of the bench with the sound of its screen breaking.
Sent 21 minutes ago.
Now my world was spinning and I knew I had to get to Andrew quickly. The downfall of Andrew not our pai, but it was himself. Now what was important was going to Andrew before he- no! Let's not think of what the possibilities were.
Neymar just had to wait and I hope he would understand my hollow excuse for trying to get to somebody who I pretended not to know, but deep down knew all too well. My head twisted and my tried to focus and think quickly.
Wait, wasn't he at a press conference? No, it was only 11:08, but wait, he was already there. I checked the status of the press conference on Barcelona's website and it said that Andrew had to excuse himself to go the bathroom.
Where he probably collapsed, laying on the ground. I could imagine his pale face at that very moment, and his slowing breath. Slowing...breath. A distressed look on his face and his eyes shut as he breathed in and out, slowly and slowing by the minutes that it took me to finally react.
In and out.
Wouldn't somebody go and look for him if he had been gone for so long? I tried to find the livestream but I couldn't load it.
Soon I felt a little light headed and I stumbled onto the field, I couldn't feel myself screaming but I was. It was one of the times where your body was reacting before your nerves were. I was screaming for somebody on the team and I didn't know who until Lionel turned to face me with a scared expression, like one that asked me why I was screaming at him accompanied by words in a language he didn't understand. The rest of the team saw me screaming, but I didn't care. Signs of withdrawl include ticks, tremors, raw emotion and fears of relapsing. Want to relapse, I mean.
In and out.
Leo jogged over and all I remembered was telling him that Andrew had collapsed and I had gotten a text from him. Leo's face was confused and his mouth moved but I couldn't hear him. It was as if my case of tinitus had overshadowed all kinds of sound for a few minutes. I was speaking to him quickly from my hand gestures and how he tried to understand what I was telling him.
There was no time to explain why or how I knew, but since Leo knew about why I came to Barcelona in the first place; I didn't have to explain much, and who Andrew was to me. Only if Andrew had told him I was his twin sister.
"Let me take care of it." life resumed in normal speed and then I heard the team asking if I were okay, but seeing Neymar standing far off while watching me as if he couldn't approach me in my distressed state. I looked at him with an expression that was one that said that I needed him to come and comfort me.
In and out. Slowly.
"I'm fine, all I needed to do was tell Leo that there was a-" I looked around quickly and I spotted a shiny object on the ground as I saw Leo reasoning with Luis to let him go and come back quickly. "Knife on the ground?" I pointed a knife and then Neymar looked down and screamed girlishly, making the mood lighter on the team's end, Luis Enrique walked over to it, cautiously kicking it over.
In and out! Stop wasting time!
"Oh, that's reasonable." Javier said with a nod and the team murmured in agreement.
"Come on Ana." Leo motioned me to come fast. "There's time."
In.
"Where you going man?" Neymar asked, looking at the two of us. "We're gonna practice, no?" he looked at me at me with a quizzical expression written all over his face.
Out.
"Thiago broke his wrist and Anotella wants Ana and I there at the hospital." Smooth. I thought of Thiago at that time and his chubiness, trying to remove the swirling thoughts in my mind.
In and out. Slowly.
"Ano and Ana are friends?" he asked as his eyebrows furrowed.
Out.
"That's literally not the point." Leo rolled his eyes, and Neymar nodded. "I'll be back. See you guys soon." Leo rolled his eyes once again and motioned me to follow him. "It's gonna be okay, I don't know what's going on with him but he's going to be alright." Leo pat my back with a smile, a half hearted one for comfort as I kept my eyes downcast.
Slowing.
"I guess."
Out.
Andrew, I'm sorry. I should have been there.
I believed that my brother could get better, and football at that moment, had to wait for me again.
Just maybe a day or two this time.
Breathe in and out.
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God bless and be with you all!
He loves you all so much!
Jesus is coming back soon, so dedicate your life to Him!
:)
andrew whyyyyy
he was doing so well
now Ana is distressed
nOOoOOoOOooooo
this chapter was styled differently with a lot of input from alana and deep thinking. It was light at first but then it was drawing darker as the chapter moved foward. A lot a lot a lot of Alana's POV on words and dialogue and stuff.
I felt like I missed substance on some recent chapters and I decided to see if I could do it again by God's will. Well, here it is, perhaps. So that's why I made it heavily rely on her input this time around. I feel like I left out some elements and flair from earlier chapters so I tried bringing it back?
Is it good?
So yes, Merry Christmas!
Don't forget that Jesus was in fact born, but not on Christmas day. The Bible didn't tell us the exact day, but He was born.
Jesus loves you guys! He's coming back soon so please, I beg you to give your life to Him!
:)
so what's with neymar
oh yeah Dani is a weird person too just very serious and never really makes sense to ana and everybody else in the story
ana and andrew are cute.
he doesn't die btw
spoiler (wanted to see who actually reads the author's notes.)
Okay so update soon by God's willing.
shoutout to my homies erin, xxsantosneymarxx, selly and neymarrjr, and neymarskill, and figster, and every single one of my readers and everybody who votes for every chapter and comments. Ya'll made my 2014 by God's grace. May God bless you all!
He loves you! Jesus loves you! Thank You Jesus.
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¡Que Dios te bendiga!
Deus te abençoe!
Que Dieu te benisse!
May God bless you!
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dominiq