Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-1.2- "There's Something About Him..."

"Blessed are the merciful,
    For they shall obtain mercy."

-Matthew 5:7.

-1.2- "There's Something About Him..."

            "C'mon!" Melody exclaimed, tossing her hands up in the air at what could of been a goal. I was sat on along with her on her king sized bed, that was quite comfy might I add. Gina chose to sit on the dark hardwood floor, trying to follow along. Football wasn't her speed, but she always would tag along to watch  it with Mel and I.

The morning light of a chilly end-of-September day poked in through the spaces between the leaf patterned curtains that cover Mel's bedroom windows. In my head, a mental post-it note was tacked to my brain, reminding me that I had an editorial shoot to do with Brasilian Vogue later on in the afternoon. I was going to watch this match with the girls and finally squeeze in some time with my boyfriend, who had stayed an extra week just to be with me.

I smiled at the thought of him, shiming my hips.

On the TV screen in front of us was Barcelona vs Sevilla. A tight match, as they were at the half hour mark and still goaless on both sides. There were some great chances from Luis Suarez, Leo, and Arda Turan, but great efforts by the opposing goal keeper denied them from being put on the score sheet. I inhaled sharply, knowing that if I were on the pitch with the men, I'd link up with Rakitic and side pass the ball to Leo, who would slot it home beautifully. As Barça regained possesion of the ball, Arda Turan managed to make it passed a defender and pass it to Neymar.

As Neymar ran up the pitch with the ball at his feet, Luis could be seen at the other side of the field, waving his hands at Neymar, since he was closer. Instead of listening to Luis, he chose to go for a 1 vs 1 with the keeper.

"Pass it Ney! What are you doing?" I was at my feet, waving my hands dramatically as if he could hear me. Gina chortled obnoxiously, not having any clue as to how much his selfishness on the pitch got to me sometimes. "Pass. The. Ball!" I kept moving my hands wildly as Neymar cut to the left, then the right, but a defender had taken the ball back from my ex's possesion. "Can't believe I gotta work with this guy in a few hours." I was dreading it.

Mel turned to me with narrow eyes and a small smile. I tilted my head to the right, wondering why she was staring at me like that while the match was so intense.

"Yes?"

"Oh nothing, you just sounded so much like Andrew there." Her voice was quiet once she mentioned my twin's name, making me look up at the ceiling to think about it. Just as I was deep in thought, I saw her stand to her feet and exclaim with balled fists.

"Who scored? Who scored?" I looked around, awaiting answer from my friends, but they were too wrapped up in the match to reply to me.

"Neymar with the goal, Marc with the assist." Melody did a little happy dance, closing her eyes and shiming her hips. My attention went to the screen, and I saw Neymar celebrating his goal, he pointed and looked to the sky. Then he set his hands by his side, but rose his right hand, touching his chest a few times, pointing in another direction. The camera cut to Vala, whom he was pointing at, dressed in a chic ensemble, no Barça jersey to be found.

Suddenly I remembered that she did play for the Espanyol women's team, a rival team.

And I frowned at the sight of her, just looking at her now, infuriated me. Not because she was dating my ex, but only because she firmly believed I did all those things to her, as told to me by Andressinha in one of the group chats I belonged to.

"If only Shane played football, then he could do that to you too." Gina commented in a plain tone, and I shrugged, sitting back down.

"He already does enough." I replied, laying back and putting up my leg over the other. "Besides, if you're trying to say that he would do it just to stick it to Neymar, then he already stuck it to him at Kat's dance rehearsal." I swayed my hips, something I automatically always did when I was proud. The two of them laughed, paying more attention the match. As the cameras gave the general view of the pitch, I couldn't help but remember the times when I would stand at the sidelines, dressed in a Barça jersey and jeans to match, cheering on the whole team.