How hard can it be to fall in love with a football player when you're afraid of footballs...?
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Helping out her best friend by playing the lead in that music video project for university had seemed like an easy enough feat for art student Lorelai...
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They sat in the sand. Neymar had his elbows casually propped upon his raised knees, arms loosely wrapped around the girl sitting between his legs. She leaned into his chest. His cheek was tilted against her blonde head. Her hair was soft.
He felt warm and funny inside.
Neymar didn't know exactly what it was about Lorelai that had caught his interest. She certainly was peculiar with her fear of footballs. Never in his life had he met someone who was afraid of a ball. How was that even possible? When he was a child, he had all but lived in one. Huh, that would have been cool.
The memory of what Lorelai had looked like lying on the sand made him smile softly. After she had calmed down, she had just laughed with her friend Jane. She had sheepishly thanked him for his concern and then she was gone — as he had found out later — to soothe the production team, the director and whoever else she probably had felt the need to apologize to. The moment of Dani in the clown's costume and the petite girl hugging in a friendly manner, both feeling sorry for their part in the incident, was forever captured on camera; Neymar had secretly taken a picture with his phone.
No thanks to her panic reaction, things had gotten hectic for a while. The crew had gone into a frenzy over the lost time, which they now had to somehow make up for again. Neymar couldn't really understand the hassle; it had only thrown them back about thirty minutes behind schedule. The director — he had forgotten his name, some British man — had quickly managed to get the set back under control though. Wouldn't be the highly qualified professional they all claimed him to be if he hadn't, he guessed. Nevertheless, it was obvious the Brit had trouble understanding what had happened. He wasn't the only one. Who wouldn't be caught off-guard when the female lead was knocked out of action? By a ball no less.
Filming the group and »couple« scenes had gone smoothly after that. Neymar had greatly enjoyed it so far — partly because he had found out that Lorelai had a very fun personality, once the ball was out of the way.
»Neymar?« His thoughts were interrupted by the petite blonde's enquiry.
»Yeah?«
»Could you please turn your head a bit? Your breath tickles in my ear,« Lorelai said, rolling her own head to one side. She sounded tired. He definitely was. It really had been a long day. Long, but interesting too.
Neymar chuckled and lifted his head slightly away from her. »Sorry,« he replied. He hadn't even noticed how close he had gotten to her.
»No worries.«
The silence went on. Neymar didn't know how to break it; try as he might, he just couldn't come up with topics to strike up a conversation, so he had finally stopped trying after a while. Over the course of the afternoon, Lorelai had grown more and more monosyllabic. He didn't know if that was because she was tired or because she simply didn't feel like talking to him. He would be lying to himself if he said that not knowing wasn't bothering him.
