Little bonus chap I came out with. I kind of felt the need to give more space to Gerard and Neymar my favorite comic duo. Sorry not sorry.
- Ehi Ney - Gerard practically dragged the young Brazilian away from Marcelo whom was laughing with the National Division's mate.
- Yes Gerard, mr. killjoy? - said annoyed (yes annoyed because, well, try to spend half of your life with the Barça's giant, he's way worse than a woman sometimes, all he lives on dramas and gossip) the number eleven rolling his eyes.
- Have you seen Leo lately? - asked the Spaniard with an amused look.
- Not really... - now that he was thinking, the last time he's seen the Argentinian was on the stage raising the Ballòn d'Or. But that wasn't something unusual, Leo has always hated public events and speeches.
Neymar stared closely at the defender: he was smiling to himself, more and more devilish each second. He's found something to gossip about, Ney was sure about it (he could have even betted Lio, his beloved stuffed lion, his life's love).
- Well... Have you seen Cristiano lately? - kept asking the man winking.
Okay, the Brazilian was kind of confused at that point. What the bloody hell was the whole interrogatory meaning?!
- Geri, quit all the rebus thing and get straight to the point, I was having a really interesting conversation with Marcelo about sloths... - bursted out the younger striker before being brutally interrupted by the giant.
- Leo and Cris. In the restroom. Together. Leo and Cris in the restroom together. Making out. Leo and Cris in the restroom together making out. Leo and ... -
- Okay I got it Geri! - shouted Neymar the moment the Gala's room fell silent. Million of eyes were on them silently asking what was going on.
Great. Fucking great. Thank you very much mr. Gerard Piquè -I-can't-help-but-always-embarrass-my-teammates.
- Uhm sorry. Keep going with the party, don't mind us talking - blabbed the Brazilian dragging Piquè out of the main room.
Cabron.
- Why you're not that surprised Ney? I mean, neither a little bit? - suspiciously asked the Spaniard locking his eyes with the other man's ones.
- I saw them holding hands in the hotel - shrugged Neymar walking away nonchalantly.
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FanfictionBallòn d'Or gala, Zurich January 11th 2015 So here we are, in a hotel room in Zurich with a cursing Lionel Messi unable to tie his shirt. "Oh fuck it!" mumbled under his breath before storming out of his room and walking down the corridor in lockste...
