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"would you ever want to go to saudi arabia? or like india?" kaila asked out of the blue, staring out to the ocean.
luara looked over at her in confusion for a moment, before taking a sip of her coke, "yeah, maybe. they both look so pretty."
kaila hummed in response, nodding her head, taking a sip of her water.
the pair were lounging on copacabana beach, trying their best to shield themselves from the paparazzi lining the street, flashing their cameras at them. now and again, fans came up to them, asking for photos, which they happily gave, even though they were trying to have an afternoon together.
"how's your mãe?" kaila asked, looking over at her friend.
"she's good. not happy about him, obviously, but she's okay." luara shrugged her shoulders, sighing.
"are you going to são paulo soon?"
luara furrowed her brows, turning her head to kaila, "what for?"
kaila quirked a brow, "'cause rafaella's birthday is coming up soon, remember?"
"oh, yeah." luara nodded her head. rafaella was neymar's sister, and even though luara was constantly on and off with neymar, her and rafaella always managed to stay good friends, "i'll need to go shopping for her. you coming?"
"no, i'm gonna stay."
luara nodded, picking up her phone when she heard it ding. it was a message from nadine, neymar's mother.
what was it with neymar's relatives today?
nadine : Neymar's injured, Lu, he's gonna get surgery to make sure he's okay in the future, hope you're okay x
"oh," luara said out loud, "ney's injured."
"he always is." kaila rolled her eyes, taking another sip from her water and stretching her legs out.
luara : is he okay ? x
nadine : Yeah, I think he's coming to São Paulo after, come visit x
luara reacted to her message with a heart, and immediately dialed neymar's number.
"who are you calling?" kaila asked, pulling her sunglasses down.
"ney, i want to know if he's doing okay."
kaila rolled her eyes with a scoff, and after another ring, he picked up.
"are you okay, baby?" luara asked quickly, worried for him. she always got worried whenever he got injured. after what happened in 2014, she always got scared. she never admitted it, though.
"yeah, you?"
she tutted, "of course i am– you're hurt, what happened?"
"i did something to my ankle, it's not much."
"do you want me to come see you?" she leaned back in her lounger, pulling her legs up, using the sun umbrella to shield the sun from her eyes.
"no, you've just got back to brazil."
a part of her wanted him to say he wanted her to go back to paris, because she missed him, and she was worried for him, but another part of her was glad he wanted her to say in brazil, since it felt like forever she was at home.
"well– you'll be going to rafa's birthday party, won't you?" she exhaled through her nose, unsure of what else to say.
"uhm," he paused on the other line, "yeah, why?"
she opened her mouth to respond as well, but no words came out. he was acting different, and she didn't know why. he wasn't talking to her like he usually would, he was being blunt.
she didn't know if it was because he'd been injured and has to get surgery, or because of something else, "are you sure you're okay, baby?"
"yes, i already told you."
she squinted her eyes in suspicion, "come on, tell me."
"luara, i'm tired–"
she nodded her head slowly, scoffing. he obviously hadn't forgiven her. whenever he used her actual name instead of 'lua', she'd done something to get on his nerves. he wasn't tired– he just didn't want to talk to her.
"what?" she cleared her throat, "what is it now?"
"what's what?"
"don't fucking play, ney, what is it?" she hated when he didn't tell her something, and clearly, it was getting annoying.
"what?– fuck you, luara, i'm not fucking arguing with you."
just as she went to respond, he ended the phone call. staring down in disbelief at her phone, she nodded her head, muttering to herself, "of fucking course."
