More than Friends (Neymar Jr. Fanfic)

II. Chapter 2: Date Night

I should not be this nervous. Not at all. This was one stupid date and it would be over in like an hour or so, right? Isn't that how long dates are supposed to last? Was there extra time needed? What if he smelled? What if I smelled?I glanced at the time on my watch and nervously tapped my fingers on the fabric of the midnight blue dress Helena had given me to wear. The sun's rays outlined the skyline of the city as it began to set. The streets were busy with tourists and residents hustling about.

Looking out of the window of the taxi, I couldn't help but feel a wave of sorrow hit me as I realized how much I missed my siblings. From what I heard, Adrianno was going to start his debut for Santos FC pretty soon, and I was going to have to miss a shift at the library to see it. Marianna had a boyfriend now. Well, a boy who happened to be her friend and wouldn't be getting intimate with her until BOTH Adrianno and I approved of him first.

Thinking about that brought me back to the real problem here-what the hell am I supposed to do on a date? I briefly remember going out with João when I was fifteen, but that was only to make someone else jealous. I didn't even know who that someone was, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm 21 years old and freaking out about a blind date. Was I supposed to pay or him? I didn't even understand common chivalry around here. What if I burped to loud? What if-

"We're here." The Cab driver monotonously grunted. I handed him a stack of bills and slid out of the taxi, wrapping my jacket around me as I was hit with a cool breeze.

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"I'm sorry, but the person you are trying to call is un-" I shut my phone off and fought the urge to smash it into a million pieces. Not only was it eleven-o-fucking-clock in the evening, but it was also cold and the cartiledge in my kneecaps was beginning to freeze over.

Walking back and forth on the stone-paved ground was tiring, so I sat down on the edge of the fountain and began contemplating how exactly I was going to squeeze the life out of Helena. Unfortunately, me sitting here plotting murder on my one friend and roomate wasn't exactly getting me out of this cold. Calling a taxi wasn't necessarily an option either especially because everyone was either off duty or I was left on hold.This wasn't exactly her fault, but blaming Julian, possibly the cutest guy ever, didn't seem like the right thing to do. A vibration escaped from underneath my fingertips as my phone's screen lit up. I swiped the screen and brought it to my ear. Besides, she's the one who decided to get over-competitive about a damn grade.

My next option was to ask any random stranger for directions back to my apartment but there was another problem- I can't fucking speak Catalan. I tried the cab company again, and they told me that the next available cab would arrive in 20 minutes to half an hour.

Bored, I began to draw patterns at the edge of the fountain, tracing pattern I remembered from class last night.

"Rosa?" The noise was ever so faint, but it was understandable. I perked my head up, looking around for the host who had uttered my name. Lamp posts lit up the empty streets, the concrete moist from the rain that poured down earlier today. There was no one in sight.

Great, now I was going crazy.

I noticed a slight movement from my peripheral vision and located a figure standing just a few feet away. It was impossible to see his (based on my own inference) face, but from what I could tell he was wearing a cap, sweater, and jeans. The light illuminating from the lamps gave away his silhouette. A soft but cold wind coursed through the air and I tugged my sweater tighter.

"Hola?" I called out, ignoring the voice in my head that was telling me to run. "Vostè em pot ajudar si us plau?"

What scared me wasn't the fact that it was the middle of the night and I was stranded on the streets until a random stranger appears, it's the fact that my years of watching horror movies didn't teach me that when a random stranger appears I should call the cops.