More than Friends (Neymar Jr. Fanfic)

Chapter 4: Reminiscence

" i lose my way and focus and everything when i see you and then I can't say what i want ..."-Neymar Jr.

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My arm was throbbing as the circulation wore thin, my restraint making me feel more uncomfortable then nervous.

This was a bad idea. A terribly stupid idea. We had only been driving for half an hour, if I jumped out now, maybe I could run-

"Are you holding her down Mari?" My brother called from the front seat of the car. I struggled against the hard grip of my sister, who had me pinned against the car door.

They knew I would have second thoughts about going, so my brother went to our garage, pulled out zipties (which he used for God knows what) and tied my wrists together.

"This is completely ridiculous," I moaned trying to pry my hands from the plastic. Maybe if I chewed my hands off...

I reached down to begin to chew on the zipties. My cheeks reddened as Marianna sent a hard slap across my face. I silently cursed myself for teaching her how to fight,

"If you dare try to chew your way out of this, I will stuff a sock in your mouth," she demanded. I slumped in my seat, defeated. I can't believe I was letting a 17 year old girl boss me around. It was one thing to have her dress you up like a damn doll, it was another thing to have her tie you up as a hostage.

"I hope you both know that this is technically kidnapping," I said. Adrianno didn't pay any attention, just kept on driving. "I can technically have you both arrested."

"Oh and whose shit are you gonna clean up if we're in jail Rosa?" Adrianno grinned ear to ear as the car pulled to a stop. We were parked next to one of São Paulo's most prestigous hotels. The entrance was grande, a cute waterfall in front of the glass doors to add to the elegance.

"Haha you're a fucking comedian, now untie my hands," I said thrusting my wrists foreward. He was about to pull a pocket knife from his glove compartment then stopped.

"No."

"What the hell do you mean no?" I shouted.

"Rosa, we're not dumb enough to untie you know, so that you can sprint off as soon as we get out the car." Said Marianna from beside me.

I hated it when she was right, and I hated it more when they both were right. I sighed and let Adrianno open the door and hoist me outside. I ignored the looks I recieved from the hotel guests who were probably wondering why I was being dragged through the lobby with my arms clasped in front of me. We got onto the elevator, and Mari pushed the button to the top floor.

Breathe, just breathe, I thought to myself. This was my stupid fault anyway, I knew I shouldn't have come, not that I had much of a choice in anyway thanks to my brother's keen ability to kidnap a girl (which I had to question him on later). I could be wrapped up in blankets eating ice cream right now, but as much as I really didn't want to go, I had a slight chance of hope that somewhere inside of that thick skull was my childhood friend.

I was in deep shit.

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Neymar's POV:

"Who are you looking for?" I snapped out of my trance when I heard David stir right beside me. I looked at the time on my watch; 11:30 p.m. The music loudly from the speakers, the party becoming a blur of colors and drinks as everyone stepped onto the dance floor.

"No one," I smiled reassuringly. "I'm gonna go get a drink," I bolted before he could respond, and made my way over to the bar where Marcelo and Oscar sat.