Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-1.7- Play Him Like You Played Lucas

"In the multitude of my anxieties within me,
Your comforts delight my soul"

-Psalm 94:19

(That's Vala in the picture.)

   I dozed off in the car after Davi talked my ear off in the best Spanish that he could. I loved talking to him but boy could this kid talk. Even Neymar got a little frustrated with him, and told him that we were playing the quiet game. I was already half asleep at that point.

I couldn't catch a wink of sleep nowadays.

The light of the midday sun disturbed my power nap, and my eyes flickered open. The decision to sit in the backseat was Davi's idea, as he 'didn't wanna lose me again.' That little ball of fluff.

As I surveyed my surroundings, everything suddenly appeared familiar. From the cracked roads to the little sun bleached shacks that were stacked on top of each other for miles. The people being amazed at the sight of the Ferrari told me what I needed to affirm.

I was home.

Not Barcelona, definitely not New York, but in Campinas.

I hadn't totally woken up from my heavy sleep, as bewilderment settled in.

"Am I dreaming...?" My sleepy voice squeaked, as Neymar was slowing down. He glanced at me with a smirk before abruptly stopping the car, sending me flying foward into the passenger seat in front of me with a loud squeal.

"Nope, you're not." He chuckled, and I could remember why it was bad to ask Neymar a single thing after I woke up. Davi was looking around all confused with an iPad in hand.

Same Davi, same.

"Aside from the fact that you've woken me up in the worst way possible..." I took a deep breath in, "you actually listened and took me here." I hid the smile playing at my lips.

Since the year began, I was unable to visit Brasil as much as I was used to going, what with being busy, corruption and the whole zika virus thingy majig. Looking passed my country's faults, a piece of me always belonged here, and everybody and their mother knew that. This is the place where all the kids could do was play football and eat all day, and that's what I grew up doing too. Just without paved roads and a little color on those stacked shacks.

"Thank you..." I smiled sweetly, and Ney gave me a half smile.

"Where are we?" Davi asked, sounding a little irritated.

"This is that place that we took you for that dinner, remember?" I asked him, grinning to the point that my cheeks hurt. The day after New Year's in 2015, I had taken him and Neymar with me for a family dinner. Needless to say, Neymar felt as if it were more of an interview than a family get together. As it was. I have cousins who still think that I'm a little girl with white ribbons in her hair.

"Oh!" He tapped his chin. "With the million gazillion people, right?" Davi concluded. I chuckled, shaking my head as the car winded up the road.

"My family..." My family that I couldn't just see once a year and be done with it.

As I got lost in the scenery of my little suburb, Neymar waved his hand in front of my face. I hadn't bothered to pay attention to the fact that we were at a complete stop.

"Earth to Alana?" I automatically pouted at the sound of my full name, I caught myself and tried to fix my face. "Did you text your friend...?" His eyebrow lifted at the sight of my awe inspired face. I nodded at him with my mouth slightly parted. We were pulled up in front of my old two story home, it looked just as I left it. Chipping beige paint and all.