How Many Doors Have I Opened

Trip

Sunday, 8:41 PM

"Neymar," Leo called his name out. "Yes?" Neymar looked over. "I have to go back to Camp Nou." Leo smiled. "Camp Nou? What are you doing at Camp Nou?" Neymar filled with questions. "I play for Barcelona. I told you before." Leo kept smiling. "You never told me that, I never even thought you played futbol." Neymar replied, confused. "Who's gonna drive you, Leo?" Neymar went on. "You!" Leo hadn't stopped smiling the whole conversation. "Who's paying for the plane tickets?" Neymar worried. "Me, I am." Leo responded. "You have that much money?" Neymar asked. "Sí, juego en el Barcelona, ​​¿recuerdas?" Leo answered. It translates to "Yes, I play for Barcelona, remember?" In English. "English, please?" Neymar asked. "I play for Barcelona. I get paid." Leo grinned. "Yeah." Neymar nodded. "You have to be there by when?" Neymar asked. "Sometime this week." Leo answered. "Should we start driving to airport now?" Neymar asked, walking over to grab Leo's hand. "Yes, of course." Leo looked up at Neymar, admiring him for a second. "Let's go than, we have nothing in our way." Neymar began to basically drag Leo out if the building. "I know how to walk, Neymar." Leo rudely commented.

"Get in." Neymar said, opening the passenger seat door for Leo. Leo threw himself in the car as Neymar closed the door. He walked around the car and opened the door to the driver's seat. he sighed. "How long until we get to the airport?" Neymar asked, beginning to back out of the parking lot. "A long time." Leo assumed. "Oh." Neymar sadly responded. "You can't drive for that long? It won't take that much time, you'll see." Leo looked out the window. "I hope." Neymar responded. 

Tuesday, 7:32 AM

Leo POV

I arrived at Camp Nou. It looked like I was back home. "We're here, Leo." Neymar looked over at me, he smiled. I just stared, admiring the huge stadium across the street. "You gonna get out?" Neymar asked me, as he opened the rented car door. "Yeah." I responded, and opened the door. "I already booked the hotel. It's one of the most luxurious ones in Spain." Neymar said. "Where is it?" I asked. He pointed to the one in front of us, and I looked at him. "Are you sure?" I questioned. "I'm one hundred percent sure." He reassured me, and grabbed my hand to start walking across the street. "Are you really sure this is the one? I mean, it looks expensive." I looked back at Neymar. "Yes, yes. Very sure." He told me. "Where did you even get this kind of money from?" I interrogated. "Oh. I work at a high-paying job," Neymar smiled. "Or, I used to." He continued. "Anyways, c'mon." He started to walk faster into the hotel.