Time heals all wounds, right? Maybe for most people, but Alana Amero isn't in the category of most people. Over a year later after her bitter break up with Neymar, she believes her worries are over. But when she's asked to help oversee the tasks one...
"But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes we are healed."
-Isaiah 53:5.
-1.4- Part Two "That All Happened so Fast."
(Messi with his peanut butter in the display picture 😂😂)
/Lionel's POV/
"I'll call you back Leo." Amero whispered to me, and my mouth gaped. No, no, no, no sweatheart.
Here I was, standing on top of Kun's shoulders, peeking into a window for this guy.
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(Leo rethinking his life choices and becoming friends with Andrew) (Credit due to whomever credit is due.)
For Neymar as well, but I'd never give Andrew the satisfaction of Andrew knowing that I'm doing this willingly. For Ney. It was a windy and cloudy day in Porto Alegre. Enough to knock me off of my feet. The vicious wind blew again and I winced.
"How was it Melly?"
Oh, no wonder why he can't pay attention.
I put my hands to balance myself on the greenish siding. I was trembling, hoping that Kun would hold me steady. We ventured here with Angel with me secretly hoping to "dig up something on the guy" and jet out of there.
"Leo! Can you stop stepping on my shoulder blade." Kun complained, and I shushed him. My eyes scanned the room that I was told by Amero to look at. It was a chill room, not as impressive as I've seen. Or live in.
"Agüero, shush!" I put my finger to my mouth as my best friend whined some more. "Angel, are you going to just stand there?" I looked at Angel, who was standing a mere meter from us, crossing his arms. "It would have been better for you to just stay with the guys rather than to plead with me to come with." I scolded him.
Angel just studied the sole of his shoe, and looked back at me.
This is ridiculous.
I just had to play in Brasil for the international break. In Rio Grande do Sul, where Mr. Shady Shane lives. I did not see anything 'shady' about Shane, never met the guy. Don't intend to.
Just as I was about to climb down from Kun's shoulders, something moving in the room caught my eye. It was getting dark out, no lights were on, so it was harder to see. I saw a figure moving, and a light being turned on. I gasped, almost losing my balance, cause Kun to grumble.
"Oh...crap!" I exclaimed. "Me thinks that that's Shane." I put my hands over my eyes for a better view, praying that I wouldn't get caught. That would not look great for the press, too. "Andrew, how did you describe the guy again?" No answer. Either this kid is sucking Mel's lips off, or he's just ignoring me.
