Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-3.3- Better Beginnings

"And that ye study to be quiet, and to do your own business, and to work with your own hands, as we commanded you;"

1 Thessalonians 4:11

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        It had been 5 days, crunch time. A whole 48 hours before the wedding. A whole 48 hours of panicking.

I tried everything.

To get Katilina to call him, to get Zico to call Katilina.

It was no use.

Absolutely none.

As I tried to think of ways, while glancing every now and then at Andrew, who sat similarly. The brunette cracked his knuckles with a long winded sigh.

"It's getting a little late."

"Of course it is, but we can't stop trying." I shook my head. "We need to put them back together."

"To have Kat be miserable? I don't think so." Andrew tapped his patchy chin. "Zico hasn't even tried to come and see her." Not that it wasn't obvious, but he had reasons to steer clear. Neymar hadn't texted me in a while, but like me--he was worried with putting things back together. "Why can't we just leave things the way the are?"

"Because there's 500 people attending this wedding! Politicians, football legends, family and friends." I explained to him. It sounded selfish, but they needed to marry.

"Maybe they're not meant for one another? Ever thought about that? Would have thought you did, considering how sentimental you are." Andrew rolled his eyes. "Now, I'm gonna go out, drink, come back, and if they're not together by then. Then oh well." Andrew shrugs, patting my back softly.

"Andrew, they need each other." I spoke firmly.

"No, they don't."

Katilina had been staring at her plates of food, poking at them with forks and spoons aplenty. Too bad she wasn't fooling me, or our mãe. It was a struggle to get her out of bed. She just laid there, for five days, looking dead. I stared out of the window into the night sky, squinting my eyes softly.

"I'll be back." I stood abruptly, grabbing my fleece. "I have somebody to see." It wasn't anybody, but whoever I met along the way was just the person I needed to see. Just the person I needed to talk to. Whatever and whoever it was, must have been really important. "I have that tick. Y'know, the kind that makes me want to go somewhere." I was basically talking at nothing, Andrew had nodded off.

Maybe dreaming sweet dreams of better days, better days with Bekinha. I moved through the house in quick strides, checking through the window to see if it were raining.

Crystal clear, just like my vision.

I adjusted my ill-fitted clothes that I had seemed to have grown out of so soon. My feet against the pavement could be heard if you listened hard enough. It was nearly 3 in the morning in the upscale neighborhood. Too concerned with the finer things in life.

I hopped into my FIAT, turning the key in the ignition. In the meantime, I had been scrolling on my phone. Scrolling as if there were somebody to talk to.