dreams {neymar jr.}

freshen up

I wake up at four, and sit in bed for a second. It's great not hearing Emilio's loud, obnoxious snores and sleeping on the absolute edge of my bed. I take a deep breath, a smile slowly making its way onto my face, when suddenly, I remember. I'm going home today. I'm seeing David today. And with David comes Neymar... Beautiful.

I finally get out of bed, and head towards the shower. I know I can't make it long, my day has to be perfectly timed so that everything goes according to plan. But I want nothing more than to crawl back into bed and go to sleep.

After my shower, I wipe the steam off of the mirror, revealing my reflection. I make sure my eyes stay away from that, keeping my gaze away form the mirror. I cried a lot last night, and I know my eyes are a disaster. I open the en suite bathroom door and walk into my bedroom, and over to my closet. I pull on undergarments first, before opening my closet. I settle on a pair of high waisted and torn jean shorts and a pastel floral printed high low tank top and a thin white hoodie. Seeing as how I won't be working for a while, when I go back into the bathroom, I put my nose piercing back in, a tiny diamond. I put in all three of my ear piercings, and readjust my cartilage. I leave the bathroom, and put on a pair of white sandals. I simply tousle my hair and pull on a beanie before finally leaving the house.

My Jeep is in the driveway, holding my two duffle bags, and my carry on. Driving to the airport I focus hard to keep my thoughts on my family, and nothing more.

*•*•*

Waking into the terminal, I look around eagerly for Estefani, seeing as how I hadn't seen her for a little over a year. But I can't seem to find her anywhere. In the middle of the terminal, there's a giant crowd, and lots of squealing girls. And that's where I found my aunt, standing with Neymar as he signs whatever is handed to him. And in that moment, I had never felt so much anger towards her. She could've at least told me that he would be here. But no, she didn't, and now I'm staring at him, standing taller than her in a practice jersey, that same smile on his face. I hadn't mentally prepared myself for this, and it was only confirmed when I felt tears slipping down my face, my breathing turning shallow. And all of the hurt suddenly came crashing down on me, and I feel suffocated.

I wanted to turn around and get right back on that plane, but I know how much of a foolish notion that is. I don't start walking towards them, either, instead I walk past them, remaining unseen.

Since I hadn't had breakfast, I start towards a small coffee shop, ordering an espresso and a bagel in the tongue I grew up speaking. I find a seat and sit down, taking a sip of the strong drink I had transformed with lots of sugar and cream. The warm liquid trails down my throat, soothing me and causing my eyes to slowly close.

"Alessandra?"

Talking a deep breath, I open my eyes and look up. Estefani and Neymar are standing in front of me, very different expressions on their faces. Estefani looks overjoyed, her hands clasped together and a giant smile on her face, where as Neymar looks uncomfortable and slightly angry, an extremely serious look on his face. And I couldn't help but return it, before turning to my Tia with a genuine smile. She hugs me, almost succeeding in spilling the coffee in my hand. And when she releases me, her hands fly up to my cheeks, and she tells me how much she missed me, with me doing the same, tears pricking my eyes. We end up hugging again, her hand stroking my showing hair. "I missed you so much, Estefani." I whisper to her, smiling slightly. When she finally released me, I'm left to face Neymar, and he doesn't look too happy about it either.

We both open our mouths, and instantly close them again, gesturing to each other. "It's ni-" "Good to-" we both stop, and avoid the meeting of our eyes. "Thank you for coming." He says quietly. "I missed David." I respond, keeping my eyes on my shoes. "He'll be happy to see you." He says, the edge gone from his voice. "I can't wait." I murmur. "Well then let's go!" Estefani practically cheers, obviously ignoring the prevalent tension.

*•*•*•*

"Alessandra." Someone gently shakes my shoulder, "Alessandra." I halfheartedly brush the warm hand off of me, "Leave me alone." To my surprise, silence follows, and I relax in my seat to go to sleep again.

About fifteen minutes later, I realize the scenario in my head is unrealistic, because of the following.

A: I broke up with Emilio
B: I'm sitting in a chair, not laying in bed.
C: My house has air conditioning.
D: I'm in Brazil.
E: That was Neymar.

My eyes fly open, and I groan. Wow, that's it, be a freaking jerk, Alessandra. That'll make things better.

Who said I wanted to make things better?

I open the car door, and jump out. I look up at Neymar's house, and then around for him. He's obviously in the house, and not outside--another sign that I need to wake up and snap out of it. Whatever it is. Estefani is missing, which means I'm alone with Neymar. I take a deep breath and open the trunk, only to find the absence of my bags.

I walk up to the door slowly, before finally twisting the doorknob. Walking in, immediately to the right is the living room, with a fireplace I know Neymar never uses. My bags are sitting next to the fireplace, along with my carry on, a leather backpack. I walk up to the mantle to look at the pictures, arms crossed loosely. There are a lot of pictures with Neymar and David, and his teammates too. The picture on the end, though, catches my eye. It's David, obviously younger with a girl whose hair is curly and unmanageable looking. And after staring at it long enough, I come to remember taking this picture with David--the girl is me.

"San, feeling better?" I turn around, and see Neymar, a towel around his torso, and food in his hands, dripping water. I turn away quickly, "Yeah, I'm fine." I mutter uncomfortably. "Is there a problem?" He asks tauntingly. "No, this is your house, after all." I say, turning toward him with my hands on my hips. He smirks, "I'm aware of this." I roll my eyes. "Well, the room down the hall across from my room is yours, where you'll be staying for the next few weeks. Go freshen up and I'll go get David." I throw my hands up, "Where's Estefani?" "She wanted to stay at a hotel. She's close, but she's leaving after my game next Saturday." I glare at him, "Why couldn't I stay there?" He scoffs, "Which do you think David would prefer?" He questions. "Yeah, because this is all about him." I blurt. "Yeah, it is, actually! If I wanted you back I wouldn't have picked my son's birthday as the day to start trying!" He shouts, "And besides. If I really did want you back, I would have you already." He finishes quietly. "What makes you so confident that I would take you back?" I practically sneer at him, ignoring the tears trying to slip out of my eyes. "Look." He says sharply, "Just do it, alright?" He says coldly before disappearing.