Neymar Jr POV
"And by the way, Lionel, I'm not going to come back."
I stormed out of the changing rooms, not showered, not changed. Still in my dirty, grass-covered jersey and shorts. My face was speckled with mud from all the, um, rolling, and my feet felt numb from kicking footballs hard. My expression was grim, furious at Leo— Lionel, I mean.
"Ay, Ney! Que pasa?" Geri jogged to me worriedly, putting an arm around my shoulders. I sighed, leaning on his shoulder. Burying my face in his strong shoulder-blade, I murmured into his jersey.
"Leo happened," I hugged him from the side, not wanting to leave him. He laughed, ruffling my hair just like Pai did. He walked a little slower, so that he was now behind me. Slowly wrapping his arms around my waist. My breath started to hitch.
"Listen, don't let Leo get to you. He might be going through a few things - I understand that's still no way for him to treat you like that, but leave him be. Okay?" He mumbled softly into the hot skin of the crook of my neck.
"Okay," I breathed, with a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Geri really did make me feel better.
"So... I'm going out for coffee with Shaki, wanna come?" He asked cheerfully. Oh right. He had girlfriend. Shakira. She was gorgeous - absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. Geri was lucky to have someone like her, and she was lucky to have someone like him. (I feel so bad writing this after the jam incident.)
"No, idiot! I would feel like such a third-wheel," I said, quite truthfully. I laughed at the expression on his face.
"Come on, Shaki won't mind. She loves all of us, all of Barça. But me the most!" He winked, finally drawing a yes out of me.
"Fine, I'll go. On one condition. That you STOP HITTING ME WITH YOUR FUCKING BOTTLE," I yelled, while Geri exploded into a fit of laughter.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop," he wheezed, clutching my shoulder. I rolled my eyes with a smile. "But hey, I need to change. And so do you. You've covered in grass," he remarked.
"Yeah. And I smell like dog shit." I added.
"Yeah. You really do." He agreed with a chuckle.
Geri was a real friend. One who doesn't run away and ignore me, I thought.
After showering and changing into a pair of jeans, a white T-shirt and my Nikes, I got into Gerard's car.
"Nice car," I complimented. He laughed and patted the steering wheel, mouth 'I KNOW' to me. I raised an eyebrow. "You're so strange, Geri."
"I know!" He sang, starting to drive and putting on the radio. The song Yellow by Coldplay immediately came up. (This is set in the 2000s, that's why such an old song is on the radio.)
"I know this one!" I exclaimed, starting to sing.
"No, no, NO! Neymar, please, I'm begging you, DO NOT SING—"
"Too late!" I grinned triumphantly, before starting to sing.
"I hate you." Geri grumbled before I sang—
"Look at the stars, look how they shine FOR you—OO-oo-OO—oo!" I screamed. I decided to bring in a bit of yodeling, because, well, why not?
"NEYMAR!" Geri groaned, shutting his ears with his shoulders as his hands were on the steering wheel. "YOU'RE DEAFENING ME! STOP! STOP!" He yelled desperately, trying to drown me out with "LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA—"
"YES, GERI! SING WITH ME!" I laughed, before my mouth dropped open as Geri actually did start to sing.
"I CAME ALONG! I WROTE A SONG FO-O-O-OR YOU!" He yelled, flipping his hair in every direction possible.
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Fanfictionlionel messi and neymar da silva santos. two teammates, two friends, two lovers. ever since neymar had set his eyes on leo, he had hopelessly fallen in love with him. he knows he wants to be with leo forever, but doesn't know what to do. leo was all...
