Friend?or Lover? (Marc Bartra & Neymar story)

Chapter 12

                    Back to present."Here you go,ma'm.Enjoy,"Zara says giving our orders & Marc pays."Excuse me,ma'm?"she calls back as we turn around."C-could you give me your autograph?"she stutters holding out a pen & pad."Sure & call me Leona,"I say giving it."Thank you I'm a huge fan & love what you do & your show,"Zara says."Thank you.Bye,"I say smiling."Come again,"she says & we leave."Usually girls glue their eyes to me,"Marc says as we walk to the car."She has good taste,unlike Sergi here,"I say holding up his ice-cream."Just because his favourite colors green doesn't mean he has to eat everything green,"Marc says laughing."Kid's got problems,"I say as we get there."Finally.Thanks guys for my order,"Sergi says starting the car after we get in.We plan our epic sleepover for the next day on our way to Camp Nou.We reach there & go to the locker room."I'll be in the..field,"I say infront of the locker room.Sergi smiles & Marc winks at me.I walk through the tunnel which leads to the field.I enter the light slowly & stop at the boundary line.I look at the neatly colored white lines on the grass.I look around at the bleachers.It's been so long.I slowly turn to the goal posts.I close my eyes for a few seconds & finally look at the pitch.Perfect as I remember.It hasn't changed,like wise.It just washes in old memories.Good & bad.Good,with the team,Marc,Sergi,Tello & my brother.Bad,it reminds me of the time with my ex,who turned 'Bad'--according to Leo--while his rise in football.Yes,Oscar dos Santos Emboaba Jr was my boyfriend.I shake my head pushing the memories away.I shove my hands in my jachet pockets & just stare at the pitch.It's been soo long since I last stepped in this field,or any other football pitch to be exact.I haven't played in a long while either."Close your eyes & take a deep breath,"a familiar voice says & I follow."Now let go & look infront of you.This is where you belong.This is where you were born to belong,"he says & I look."Was,not anymore,"I say."Hey,it's okay,"Neymar says holding my shoulder & I shake my head."You know,we've been through alot & worked real hard to get here.This is our dream.We know you love it too.Someone as smart as you shouldn't throw that dream away just because of some lowlife,"he says."I've lost it.I don't have it anymore.I can't play.The spark..it's gone,"I say."You see,that's the thing.It's gone only if you think it's gone.Football isn't only a profession,but also a passion.It builds up in you & it's not something that leaves you.The spark,it's still in you.That sadness in your eyes shows your spark,your passion,"he says."No,it shows that I'm weak & that I can't do it anymore,"I say."Yes you can,"2 other voices say & I turn around to see Leo & Marc behind Neymar & behind them the whole team.I turn back to the field & let uot a sigh.

"Wow,so much drama to just cross a line,"I say."You started it,"Alves says.After a few seconds I turn around to them."You know,I'll pass.Maybe some other day,"I say & walk past Marc & Leo."Whoa!Not happening,"Marc grabs my wrist."Let go,"I say."No,you are so gonna love this kid,"he says & all of a sudden picks me up over his shoulder."No,no,no!!Let me down,"I say trying to get down."Just touch the pitch with your feet atleast,"Gerard says."NO!Marc,let me down.Damn kid,let go,"I say.He stops walking & says,"Okay."He lets go."No way in hell,"I say gripping my arms around his kneck & legs wrapped around his waist.Everyone 'Ooh's."let's see how long you can do that,"Marc says touching my arms which are around his kneck."Don't dare,"I say."Then kiss me,"he whispers."What?"I ask.We're in the middle of the field while rest of the team are a little behind us out of earshot."What are you 2 doing?"Sergi asks.Marc pulls me close to him since I'm basically dangling."You heard me.Kiss me.I'll help you this time atleast,"he breathes on my face--which smells like coffee."Ow really?Move your hands I'll do all the work,"I use the same tone & he moves his hands closing his eyes.I just look at his too adorable face & let go."Wait,what?"he says opening his eyes.I sit,sorry,lay on the ground feet up."Ya--what?"Leo says."My butt & other body organs might touch this field,but not my feet,"I say."Kid,what is your problem?"Marc says."I'm not talking to you,"I say looking away to the others who are comming this way."What did I do?"he asks sitting down infront of me."Don't talk to me,"I say still not looking."Guys,what happend?"Xavi asks."Her feet didn't touch yet,"Marc says.I can feel his glare on me."Man,you are so stubborn,"Neymar says."Genetic,"I say lifting my legs higher."What happend here?"uncle Pep asks comming here."Umm,nothing,"I say."Are you okay?What are you doing on the ground?"he asks."Sore feet,"I say."Guys I'll watch her.You start warm ups.Move!"uncle Pep orders."Yes,coach,"they say & leave.Marc looks me in the eyes & leaves.@What happend actually?"uncle Pep asks kneeling down beside me.I sit up not letting the bottom of my shoes touch the ground."They were trying to make my feet touch the pitch,"I say."You didn't?"he asks."No,not yet,"I say."Then how did you get here?" "Long story." "Connected to the whole Brazilian thing?" "Yeah,well no.I'm just not ready to be back properly." "You can take all the time you need,honey.You look worried." "Yeah.It's Marc.I'm a little worried." "His your best friend.He,Sergi & Tello will never leave you." "Yeah,well that's what I thought about him." "He was different.Marc is your true friend.He loves you." "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "You don't think Marc loves me do you?Like love love?" "I don't know.You gotta figure that out yourself.But he cares about you a lot.Everyone here does.They want you to play the game you love with all your love.They don't want to see you sad,neither do I.We care about you Leona." "Thank you.I love you guys.That's why your my 2nd family,"I say hugging uncle Pep."So,what do you say?This guys need some running to do.You ready to beat their butts?"he asks standing up & holding out a hand.I sigh & take it.As I stand up it doesn't seem different,but feels different.I may not be back fully,but one step ahead from 0."Your suited up?"uncle Pep asks & I nod.Since I'm wearing Converses & a t-shirt beneath my hoody.I pull down my hoody & follow uncle Pep to the guys--all doing push ups."Okay,one by one you will all run tracks now,"uncle Pep says & they sit up.Everyone turns to me.Most with a smile,one with a blank face--obvious who."Catch,you'll be running against Leona,"uncle Pep says & everyone groans while I grin."Let me finish.You will run 2 laps with her around the pitch.You will be timed.The number of seconds you lack behind her will be the number of laps you will be running after practice,"he says & I cough to hide my laugh."While someone runs the others will keep training.So,who's 1st?"uncle Pep says & everyone points at Neymar."What?Why me?"he asks."Because you've never against her,"Alexis says."Today.Down the stairs.I won,"I say."2 laps.Others start,"uncle Pep says."Leo,can you run in jeans?I have pair of your 3 quarters just in case,"Leo says."Where?"I ask."My locker,"he replies."OKay,I'll be right back,"I say & run off into the FCB buildings locker room.

"How fast do you run?"Neymar asks as we walk to the corner of the field."Today's your 1st day.I'll go easy,"I say smirking & pull up my fingerless gloves."Coach is there something for who wins how many seconds ago Leona!!!"Neymar shouts out to uncle Pep & the whole team laughs."What did I say?"he asks."Get ready.I'm starting the timer,"uncle Pep says comming to us.The 2 of us get ready."1,2,3..go!"WE blast off.

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