Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-0.5- "Me and Neymar What?"

"Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth."

-Psalm 46:10.

-0.5- "Me and Neymar What?"

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      "Rebekah, dulce, drink." I pleaded with my niece, who had caught a fever earlier that day. She shook her head, slapping her hands on her flushed cheeks. "Okay, Bekinha, want me to speak Spanish?"

All she did was lay there in my arms, whimpering about something. I leaned closer to hear her, being cautious about the time. I was due to leave the next day and had to sleep early enough to wake up in time to go to the airport.

"¿Tu quieres, Re?" I softly asked, brushing a loose curl off of her forehead.

"Quiero mama." She kicked her legs, bursting into tears after seeming calm for a good ten minutes. I brought her close to my body with one arm, and using my other to reach for my phone so that I could call Mel. "¡Quiero mama!"

That time, she screamed loudly enough to scare me.

"Bekinha? Bekinha? Are you okay?" I heard Jr call. He decided that flying in with us would make it easier instead of coming from France. Rebekah screamed at the top of her lungs, and my eyes widened. I hadn't realized Mel was on the line until I heard her voice.

"Hello? Is everything oka--what's wrong with Rebekah?"

I put the call on speaker phone, and Rebekah's cries stopped almost immediately. She reached for the phone with urgency.

"Inferma." Rebekah sobbed into the phone, and I began to rub her arms. But she began to wail again.

I fisted my hair, worried sick over Rebekah, my twin, Zico and Kat, and this whole task manager thing. Shane and I had some sort of disagreement. He ended up leaving to go to stay with one his friends in Spain, but promising to see me off.

I heard Zico's footsteps approaching, and I turned on my TV to a novela. His reddish hair stuck out before his whole self appeared, seemingly too consumed with his phone to look up.

"Who are you texting Jr.? You and Katilina made up?" I asked, crossing my legs while leaning forward. I had barely noticed how quickly Rebekah had fallen asleep until I heard her soft snores.

Not to mention her drool all over my phone.

"Uh, no." Zico shook his head, trying not to smile. "A friend of mine actually." He waved his phone around but I couldn't see the name of his friend. It didn't matter anyway.

Ever since that dance class, he and my sister did not speak to each other for which ever reason. She didn't stay behind in France, though. Although they came seperately, and she wasted no time in accompanying our brother to the store to buy something for Elisabeth's birthday.