Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-0.4- "Just Do It!"

"And Mary said: "My soul magnifies the Lord, And my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior. For He who is mighty has done great things for me, And holy is His name."

-Luke 1:46-47.

-0.4- "Just Do It!"

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         Shane peeked over my shoulder, reading as I worked my semester-long assignment. I was typing furiously and with a point of attempting to get a good amount done. I didn't realize how hard I was striking the keys, until Shane lifted up my hand gently.

"Babe..." he started slowly, looking at me with a worried expression, his free hand grabbing at his brown curls. "Are you...okay?"

A million possibilities of what I could say ran through my mind. Nobody except Andrew, Shane, and Elisabeth knew what happened, or that there was a meeting in the first place. Luis Enrique warned me to keep it low-key, but that was before I told the blabber mouth that is Elisabeth.

"I'm stressed, stressed but good." I faked a smile, and he looked at me with an unconvinced one in return. "I've got a match later, and I need to finish my course work."

Shane stared at me with a blank expression.

"It bothers you, huh?"

"What bothers me?" I asked, pretending as if his question was out-of-the-blue. In response, he laughed humorlessly, adjusting the volume of the music playing from his phone.

"Your ex...that Neymar kid."

Kid.

Whether out of habit, or because of my history with Neymar; Shane had the tendency to refer to him as 'that Neymar kid' during the four times that we've spoken about him.

But I made it clear that Neymar was my past, and that he needs to stay there.

"Hey, I don't bring up Brevilia, do I?" I countered, with my arms spread out, looking over my shoulder at him. He rolled his eyes while biting his lip, like he always did when he was irritated.

"Excuse me for bringing up the obvious reason that you're smacking the life out of your keyboard." He muttered, quickly grabbing his phone and squinting at it, straining his brown eyes. "And yeah, you do bring up Brevilia." Shane stood to his feet, glancing down at his shoes. "A little tol much, and it's annoying so--knock it off."

I ignored his last comment by resuming my typing. Tears were forming in my eyes.

I can't stand it when I PMS.

Shane noticed my silence, and sat back on my bed, wrapping his strong arms around me. He kissed my temple as I continued to type for my coursework. I didn't like when he spoke like that to me, or to anyone for that matter.

We sat in silence as I became distracted, thinking about saying "yes", or saying "no" to Dunga's offer. I had to give him my answer by the next day or else the offer would be canceled.

"You're thinking about it again, huh?" Shane commented, snapping me out of my deep thinking. I shook my head in response, trying to see where I left off on my assignment for Sr. Lampedo.

"About what, exactly?"

"You really wanna do it. I can see it in your eyes," he started, breaking his one sided embrace with my back, "but the kid is making you afriad to say yes." Now he was facing me, staring into my eyes; but I looked away. I couldn't hold eye contact for some reason. "Babe, just do it." He smiled to one side, and came in for a kiss. Our lips molded together, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.