Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //

..Fourty-Two..The Calm..

"I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised;

So shall I be saved from my enemies."

-Psalm 18:3

God bless you and be with you all! Trust in The LORD. Jesus loves you all! He is always with you! He died and rose again on the third day!

The final paper was placed down on a glass table, and my eyebrows furrowed. I looked at John, then at Lucho, and finally at Bartomeu. "What is this?" I asked him, holding the paper up and John smiled.

"Well, what this is; is that when you sign the final paper, you agree to stay with Neymar through thick and thin." John said to me, with a wink. My eyebrows rose, and I pushed the paper away. "It's only so the women's team will get publicity, so you need to stay with him."

What? Excuse me?

"I'm not signing this." I declared with a stern voice. Lucho sighed and Bartomeu placed a pen in front of me.

"Well, if you want certain things to stay quiet: you sign here. On the dotted line." John instructed me, and I shook my head. "Would you like me to explain how you got here to Mr. Enrique and Bartomeu?" John threatened me. I stood my ground, crossing my arms and pushed the paper further. He wouldn't dare.

"Neymar will not know that you did this." Enrique said to me, and I eyed the paper.

"Then I'm gonna read it." Sighs came out from the men, and I read it. It was just about staying with him and being with each other for a certain amount of times blah blah blah. Then I signed it under my grandmother's name, but not legibly. I didn't have a choice because John was staring me down. Threatening to spill my secrets if I didn't. I prayed that it would be alright.

"Good! We're done here for now." John said to me, and l groaned a little bit, but heard a tapping on the glass wall. I saw Neymar, sticking out his tongue at me, trying to get me to lighten up. I smiled, and looked at my lap.

"What do you mean for now?" I asked him, and Luis Enrique rolled his eyes.

"Why are you so technical? Come back later today so we can discuss your living arrangements." Lucho said to me with an attitude, and my eyebrows rose.

"Okay..." I said quietly, and looked ahead at the glass, with Neymar pointing to a camera man.

"Say cheese and put your hand out." Bartomeu instructed me, and I did so, and they put their hands on mine.

Neymar motioned me to smile, and pointed at himself smiling. I bore my picture smile which varied from a nice smile to a really half hearted one. I was excited to be an FCB member, at that very moment I was praying that it would be fine.

"Another one." Lucho told me in a whisper. I smiled again, squinting my eyes, and I heard a tap on the glass. Neymar motioned me to open my eyes, and Lucho rolled his eyes. "Go away Neymar." Neymar couldn't hear him since these walls were soundproof. He motioned Neymar to leave with his hands. Neymar crossed his arms, challenging Lucho. "I said move!" Lucho yelled, and Neymar put his hands up and backed away. I chuckled, looking down at the ground.

"One more?" I asked Bartomeu, and he nodded.

"With your jersey this time." he pulled it up, and I held one end of it and he held the other. We smiled once more, and the flash went off again. Then we were done.

"I'll see you later?" I asked them, while stepping back. I didn't wanna be around John any longer.

"In such a rush, huh?" Luis asked me, and I rolled my eyes slightly. Just catching myself so that he wouldn't see.