Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //

..Four..

I tried to enjoy myself on the plane but I couldn't. My chair was being kicked by some kid who was listening to loud screamo. All I could do was stare out of the window, and try to think about what I would do once I got there.

Maybe I would go look around, or go talk to a few people. Or maybe meet the team...that was nerve racking. I tried to stop being so uneasy by looking at the blue sky.

It was three hours into the flight, five to six more to go. I wanted to sleep, but I was still trying to figure out where Andrew went. I stared at the clouds as I attempted to focus on finally stepping on the pitch. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

The kid kept kicking my seat, and my anger boiled just a little more. I imagined playing with Messi and Iniesta but the child just kept abusing my seat. I imagined a tan figure, and I instantly thought of Neymar.

He just kept going through my head, wasn't he?

I snapped back to reality as the kid gave one final blow to my seat. I turned around, and I locked eyes witj the brunette child who stared up at me innocently.

"Kick it one more time, and I'll slap you with the stupid peanuts in your hand, kid." I seethed.

"Up yours! Witch!" he stuck up the finger at me, and I gasped. Who was this kid? Who did he think he was talking to?

"Oh? Well-" I bit my tongue as soon as I saw Andrew making his way over to me. He glared at me as the boy stuck his tongue out at me. I sat back down with an annoyed expression.

"No wonder you can't make friends." Andrew muttered to himself, and I pretended like that didn't hurt but it did. "Keep up your sour attitude and I'll personally ask them to kick you out of first class." I glared at him, and crossed my arms.

"Then shut up and let me sleep." I was honestly so tired. I wasn't in the mood for his snarky comments. I put in my ear buds, and played some Enya because why not?

I closed my eyes, leaning to the side. I was soon asleep.

//+//

"Hello passengers, thank you for choosing American Airlines. We hope that you have found the flight to be comfortable. We should be landing in Barcelona, Spain in 30 minutes. Once again, thank you for choosing American Airlines, we hope to see you again." I heard over the intercom, it was the first thing that woke me up.

I looked out to see that it was almost night time, and I was still drowsy. I was going to have major jetlag. I checked my phone, seeing that it was 8:31pm. I had to remind myself that we were in a different time zone.

I texted Molly, after skimming her twelve messages. I told her that we were going to land, and my new life was about to start. Andrew was sleeping on my arm, and I shrugged him off. I smirked at him, and turned to look at the little kid who cursed at me.

He sleeping soundly in his mother's arms, and he actually looked cute for a second. Then I remembered what he did, and I turned around again.

"Aw man, this sucks." I heard a woman say in the seat in front of me. She stretched back, and her hands accidentally grazed my face. I made a sound, and she turned around. "Sorry!" she whispered.

"Yeah, it's fine." I assured her, because that couldn't dampen my mood. She had a subtle red hair color and brown eyes that didn't look boring.

"I'm Mel. You?" she asked me, I was shocked at how easily she found it to talk to me. I must have seemed pissed off but she found the time to talk to me.

"Alana." I nodded curtly at her.

"Come on, loosen up a bit." she said. "Who are you here with?"