Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //

..Thirty-Eight..The Compound

"Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you."

-James 4:7

God bless you all and be with you all! Jesus loves you all so much. He died for you guys so that we may have a second chance at eternal life, and a relationship with Him. He cares for you all!

Neymar drove me all the way to the Messi compound, and when I tell you it was like a small town, it was like a small town. As we were driving in his driveway, I reclined back in the passenger seat.

"So, how does it feel to be at the Messi compound?" At two am? I felt pretty awesome. "Ana, are you sleeping?" Neymar asked as he poked my side, making me squeal.

"No, but I am tired and Antonella is probably wondering why the heck I'm staying with them." I groaned, trying to stretch. It wasn't a long drive over from Neymar's house but I stayed up playing cards with him and his friends.

"No, you really shouldn't worry cause Antonella knows very well who you are. She's chill." he shrugged, and I could hear the fatigue in his voice. "Shoot, I have practice at nine," he rubbed the bridge of his nose, turning around to look at me, "I don't think I can drive home. I know Leo won't drive me, and I really need to stay with Davi." Neymar yawned while saying that.

"Well you should call a cab to pick you up, or maybe your driver?" I suggested, stretching as the length of driveway became shorter and shorter.

"No use," he yawned again, "I'll take a nap and then I leave in an hour." He turned around to look at me, before hitting the breaks, sending me flying foward in my seat belt.

"Neymar!" I screamed, and he laughed, putting his hands up. "Don't scare me like that!" I weakly hit his arm, but I felt mad, but awake.

"See! Woke us both up!" Neymar said to me. "Now, we're here, so we'll worry about the boxes of clothes you bought later." he put his hand on my head, opening his door. I opened my door, muttering under my breath at his lack of consideration but he was funny.

We walked up the pathway, and my hand found his so I could keep my stride steady. It was as if I were inebriated at the moment, Neymar laughed at my inability to walk at the moment. I was tired, Davi kept me running after him through the training room in the mansion.

"Are we almost at the door?" I asked him, and he laughed.

"Yes," we kept walking, "we're going up stairs and I really can't carry you right now. I'm tired still." Neymar said, and we walked up all seven steps.

Yes I counted.

Leo said he would wait up for me, it was really nice of him. Neymar knocked, and rang the door bell over loud Spanish music. The door swung open, and I saw Leo standing there with Thiago and a few kids his age running around screaming. Aside from the commotion, the house was nice.

"Good! You made it," he opened the door, giving Neymar a slap back hug, and giving me one too. It was cold outside, so I really wanted to step into his home. "Should I let you in too, Juniho, or are you going home?" Leo was wide awake, and that irked my sleepy stupor.

"Can I crash here and take a nap? I'll be out of here in an hour or so, I hope." Neymar walked right in, pulling me with him. The foyer of his house was incredible, nothing like I had seen before. It was warm, literally, and the design was as well. I saw a few people in the beautiful living room, and I couldn't help but stare in awe of the footballer's home.

"So this is your house." I was wide awake while I said that. Leo nodded, finding Thiago coming towards him. Thiago stared at me, and I smiled at the chunky child.