Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-0.3- "Awkward Meetings, Awkward Exes."

"I lay down and slept;
I awoke, for the Lord sustained me"

-Psalm 3:5

-0.3- "Awkward Meetings, Awkward Exes."

Hello!

Before you read, I'd like to thank ginger_minge and hsheek1 making me covers. They are great people (and you  are too!). Thanks to anybody who considered making me a cover.

Please check out their stories!

hsheek1- Football Imagines

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Happy reading :).

I'm running.

I'm not sure if my feet are touching the ground, but it's a good chance that they are.

However, I can't really tell, the ground is a hazy asphalt color under my feet.

My bare, oddly smooth feet.

I think.

But all of a sudden, as I take the focus off of my suddenly beautiful they-looked-like-this-before-I-started-playing-football-again feet; my eyes dart up, and suddenly I see myself attacking Luis Enrique?

His hands are up, and he's most likely shrieking in terror.

"Damn it Lucho!" I scream, tackling him onto very green and very beautiful suddenly grass. He starts hysterically singing a song that annoys me to the fullest. I slap him once with my palm, he recoils in pain before turning to me with a smkrk, and he starts laughing like a child.

I suddenly look up, seeing the landscape has changed, and I'm standing in a beautiful office, and my hands unravel my french braid to reveal my hair that falls to my hips.

But my hair isn't staightened, it hasn't been in about a year.

And to my utter confusion, I see two pairs of eyes staring at me.

One pair of eyes is a murky green color, and another a distant brown.

But they're equally terrifying.

And then I whisper under my breath again, cocking my head to the side.  Sucking my teeth and whispering to myself. "Damn it Lucho."

And then I wake up with a gasp.

What the...?

"What the...who's..." I say in a sharp tone, looking around my room, staring at the pitch black sky through my wall to wall windows. I check my phone, and see that it's 2:10, and I see a text from my boyfriend.

Finally.

But then I sigh, rubbing my head, feeling my head wrap slipping off. I struggle to read his message.

From: meu amor

"Hey babe I am coming in about an hour got booked for Vogue España! I can stay a little longer this time :) love u."

I checked when he sent it and I rubbed my eyes, slapping my forehead with the other one.

Sent at 01:56.

I became unnerved, tossing and turning to get back to bed. In the past two days, I couldn't focus on my classes, my assignments, my trainings, or just the sight of seeing Lucho with his smug look about him. It made me wonder as to who he was constantly teasing me about, but he also made sure to remind me that I needed to get my recommendation from my old job, or else the meeting couldn't proceed.