"Maria, I'm so sorry to wake you up, but I need your help", he whines .
"What's up?" I ask, concerned.
"The boys got really drunk and they kind of trashed Neymar's apartment", he pauses for a second looking at me, "then Neymar disappeared and everyone left, leaving me to clean it. Can you help me? Please?" he begs.
I am exhausted and half asleep, but how can I say no? He must be really desperate to come and knockt at my door, considering I'm basically a stranger to him.
"Sure, let me just change quickly," I whisper.
"No time," he grabs my hand and kind of drags me to the apartment. He opens the door and I immediately gasp. The strong scent hits me and my stomach turns. It reekes of alcohol and sweat, then I take a better look around and groan. The apartment is literally trashed. Alcohol bottles are all over the floor, from kitchen throughout the living room all leading to the bathroom. The floor is dirty and sticky, from all the drinks and food, pieces of bursted balloons and red party cups everywhere. There is an unexplainable black stain on his big white couch.
"This is awful," I complain. I am flabbergasted.
"I started cleaning around 2 a.m., this is good considering how it was," he groans.
"You haven't thought to open a window maybe?" I ask sarcastically and open the window.
"I was a little preoccupied with people blacking out on the floor," he squeals and I giggle.
"How did this happen?" I ask, picking up trash from the floor in a black trashbag.
"I don't know", he complains, "I went back to my apartment for five minutes and when I got back I found this".
"Why did you go back to your apartment", I mumble.
"Well you know..", he scratches back of his head smirking.
"Not really", I state obliviously.
"Oh come on, you know", he can't stop grinning. I look at him confused. My brain is not connecting the dots, it is too late.
"I was with Blake", he grins.
"Ooh," I tease, "someone had a good time".
"A very good time", he laughs.
We both start collecting bottles of alcohol and throwing them out. I start wiping the floor, while he tries to clean the black stain on the couch. After I wiped the whole floor I go to the kitchen and start wiping the cabinets. The apartment is slowly coming together.
"Where is Neymar anyways?" I frown, noticing he wasn't here.
He shrugs laughing, "Who knows?"
"Should we be concerned?" I ask.
"No, he is probably with a friend", he replies.
"With a friend?" I raise my eyebrows. I wonder if he meant the same friend Neymar was occupied with earlier this evening.
"Do I have to spell it out for you again?" He chuckles. I roll my eyes.
"It's late, my brain did not have time to charge", I complain.
I glanced around and we were almost finished. The apartment looks fresh, even though there are still couple of things that need to be done. I see a kettle on the kitchen counter.
"Do you want some tea?" I shout, since he is in the bathroom.
"Sure, why not", he yells back.
I boil some water and pour us green tea in two mugs. I grab my mug and open the balcony door, finding three metal chairs and one coffee table outside. I take a seat and drink my tea. Shortly after Kylian joins me as well. He looks exhausted and his white t-shirt is dirty from all the cleaning. He puts his face in his hands for a moment while his legs rest on the third chair. It is dark but I can definitely see the outline of his muscles through his t-shirt, he is quiet handsome.
