Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-0.2- "Need a Partner?"

"Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked;
Preserve me from violent men,
Who have purposed to make my steps stumble."

-Psalm 140:4

-0.2- "Need a Partner?"

(Can one of y'all please make me a cover and I'll shout you out/do promo if you have a story and follow :) thank you! If you have any questions, feel free to ask.)

       "Alana, what's making you so nervous? Just chill out." Andrew asked me once he saw me fidgeting in the passenger seat, more or less me drumming uncomfortably on the side door.

And besides that.

Why wouldn't I be nervous? Luis Enrique, Josep Bartomeu, and my coach wanted to talk to me. The exception with Lucho is that he always insisted on tagging in long to "observe."

"Well this is big for me, Aminho." I replied, and he rolled his eyes.

"Ana, if Lucho told me I could bring Re with me, this isn't that big." He retorted before exiting his Porche to unbuckle my sleeping niece out of her car seat. "Yeah, I know, you're gonna see a few people you ain't talked to in a grip, but what's bad about seeing Leo, Bartra, Ne-" he stopped himself with a chuckle. "I get it."

No, that wasn't why I was freaking out, but thanks for reminding me.

I climbed out of the car, stumbling because the wind blew roughly in my direction. Loose strands of hair got into my mouth, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I was in a bit of a cranky mood ever since I had woken up. Kat kept me up all night with complaints about Zico and how she "can't live with him", and "he poops without closing the door", and to top it all off, Rebekah was throwing tantrums all night because Andrew lost her favorite toy, keeping both of us awake. I was late to practice.

"Have you heard from Shane? Thought he was supposed to be back in Spain." Andrew asked as he grunted in an attempt to adjust to his daughter's weight. Then I heard a soft giggle. "Hey! You weren't asleep this whole time?" He asked playfully, tickling his daughter. The only person who really made him laugh. "But yeah about Shane." He continued.

I pulled the door open, and ducked into a corner immediately after holding the door open for Andrew.

I looked back to see if was greeting any of his friends, but I couldn't spot him. Then I bumped head first into somebody, stumbling off balance, frantically looking for something to grab to hold me up, but took them down with me instead.

"Ana!" I heard a yell from whoever it was. I fell hard but opened my eyes immediately. I saw Leo on the floor next to me. Looking around in embarrassment, I found it was fortunate that I fell in a less dense populated area of the venue.

But people still took notice, I mean, I did pull Lionel Messi on the floor in a funny attempt to stay up.

"How can you be a great footballer but your balanace sucks?" Leo groaned, fixing his dress shirt. I looked at his face for anger, but he laughed instead, waving away people's gestures to help him up. "Well?" He looked at me for an answer.

"Nerves Leo, nerves." I answered him matter-of-factly. We stood to our feet while he rubbed his head.

"Obviously."

It was weird talking to him as if we haven't spoken in over three months, but if there were no hard feelings, why would it be weird? He ended up using his phone as awkward silence settled in.

"So, what's this gala thing for?" I asked him, crossing my bare arms.

"They call it a gala, but it's really nothing important. They're honoring somebody I think." He told me, looking over my head, and waving  excitedly at somebody. "Suàrez!"