A month had gone by since Neymar and Sage had last texted each other. Neymar tried to occupy himself with training and matches but every thought seemed to lead to her. They both missed each other but neither would admit it.
*Sage's bitches groupchat*
Özil: I lurveeee you guys❤
Gotzë: Gayyyy
Ronaldo: Mesut you ok?
Lewandowski: I think he's drunk
Chamberlain: Weakass. He only had 3 shots and he's already fucked up
Wilshere: WE nott a ll alcAHOlics like. U
Reus: Wilshere's gone too😹
Neuer: What happened?
Rafhina: we all went to a night club before our friendly tomorrow
Chamberlain: Any1 heard from Ney?
Özil: Nah he diSSapeared aft er we- left. the. 2nd cub
Özil: *Club
Greizmann: Your grammer is appaling
Özil: brb imma go. pass out
Rafhina: someone call him and make sure he's alright
*Sage and Rafhina*
Rafhina: Hey have you heard from Neymar or anything? x
Sage: Nah sorry
Rafhina: Alright. Let me know if you see him pls
Sage: k
Rafhina: So.. How have you been?😄
Sage: Rafhina it's 3am. I'm really not looking for shitty small talk rn
Rafhina: It's not small talk. I'm genuinely interested in ur well being
Sage: Im good I guess
Rafhina: Ney isn't good. He misses you
Sage: he shouldn't have fucked up then
Rafhina: you shouldn't have sent the picture
Sage: that's really none of your business
Rafhina: Just grow some balls and talk to him
Rafhina: Before it's too late
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The next day
Sage's POV .
"Maybe you could find the man of your dreams today" Rafaella shrugged, spritzing herself in expensive perfume
"My dream man is a Multi Millionair, jet skiing in the Bahamas. He's not going to be at a bar in Madrid, playing stupid speed dating"
"At least give this a chance"
Both our attention was caught by the ring of our front doorbell.
"Whoever it is I'm not home ok?" I yelled towards her as she dissapeared around the corner. I returned back to applying highlighter to the apples of my cheeks.
I heard a murmur of a males vocie at the door and peeped my head around the corner to see who it was.
