Somebody to You (Neymar Jr) ✔

#44, That's how this will work

»Go away, Neymar!« Jane's voice rang from the apartment building's intercom.

»Come on, Jane! Let me talk to her,« Neymar replied. He leant against the front door of the rusty orange painted building, frustrated, staring at the old and rusty intercom that somehow still managed to work. He'd spent the last ten minutes arguing with Lorelai's best friend, ringing the doorbell like a crazy person whenever she tried to ignore him and not respond to his calls.

Probably because he was a crazy person right now. But dammit, he just wanted to talk to Lorelai right now.

»Look, she doesn't want to talk to you, Ney, so please just get the hint and leave?« There was exasperation in her voice, which made Neymar's hope grow once more. He almost had her, he could feel it!

»Jane, come on,« he said, more urgent now. »I know why she did what she did, okay? I get it now! I didn't know before, but I do now! Please, Jane! Have a heart!«

»You know I'm having a heart and you know it's beating for ›Loreney‹,« she replied, using that God awful shipping name the fans had come up with, »but I'm also the best friend who needs to back her up, even if she's being stubborn and stupid.«

Neymar only grumbled in displeasure. Best girl friends had a nag to be inconvenient at times like this! »Then let me talk to Diego. Is Diego there? Diego!« he called louder, hoping that the other man would hear him through the intercom and help him get into the apartment.

No answer. All right then! He pressed his finger down on the doorbell repeatedly once more. By now, he was pretty sure their neighbours would give pretty much anything to make him stop - the noise he was making could wake up everyone from their deepest sleep. If said people were sleeping at half past eight in the evening, that was. Faintly, Neymar thought of his son still playing in the living room when he'd left so abruptly and prayed for his father to have the mind to put the little boy to sleep soon. But for the love of God, for the first time in what felt like forever, what he was doing now was more important than tugging his kid in for the night. He'd make up for it, he silently promised.

»Will you stop already?!« someone said through the intercom - this time it was a male voice. Neymar felt relief wash over him. Finally!

»Diego! Hi!« he was quick to reply. »Could you be a pal and let me in already?«

Silence on the other end of the line. Then, »Why should I?«

Neymar heaved a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. He should've stuck with Jane - Diego sounded pissed off. Really, really pissed off. »Remember what we talked about that morning?«

Diego must still remember their guy talk. It was certainly imbedded into his memory!

That morning in Lorelai's apartment, he'd woken up in her bed the day after the Holy King's parade. He'd had to go take a piss so bad, so he'd silently gotten out of her room in search for the toilet and run into her grumpy roommate - who'd still been pretty much pissed off at him at the time for bailing on Lorelai after the Christmas break party.