Just Friends - Neymar Jr

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A few days later:

"You're so bad!" I laughed after scoring another goal and watching Frisco put his hand over his eyes.
"This cannot be happening," he shook his head in disbelief.
"Don't act shocked, you've been losing to me since you were ten," I laughed again, passing him the ball as he rolled his eyes smiling.

We were at the park not far from my house, playing on one of the two fields with the faded markings of a football pitch. This was the last day we'd be able to see each other as I'd be leaving for America in two days.

I liked hanging out with him as he wasn't high profile since he played in lower leagues, meaning we hardly had run ins with the paparazzi and were able to enjoy our time together.

He always used to be the scrawny lanky kid growing up, often getting bullied for it, but it being brushed off as banter. Once he moved out and had a job, he spent his first pay check on a gym membership and started bulking. I felt bad, he said he was doing it for him but I knew the words must've gotten to him.

I wasn't complaining though, he was built now, tall and muscular with the same charming smile. He had been there for me a lot through the whole thing with Neymar, I do really appreciate him.

I watched as he ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair that was slightly longer on the top and no longer fluffy due to his sweat.

He panted, putting his hands on his knees and trying to regain his breath, "Fucking hell, I thought we were friends. Go easy on me, nah?"
I laughed, "Nope, gotta humble you somehow."
"Oh yeah, great, thanks," he smiled unconvincingly, nodding his head, causing me to erupt into laughter.

"It's not that deep, chill out." I said, reaching for my water bottle.
He glared at me, "Easy for you to say, I've ran up and down this pitch thirty thousand times!"
"And who's fault is that?" I smirked.

He insisted on making a rule that every time a goal was scored, the other person had to do a lap. I don't know what was going through his head, maybe he thought he could score early on and then I'd be too tired from the laps to catch up but his plan failed miserably.

"Wanna get lunch somewhere?" I suggested as we walked back to my car slowly.
He looked at me deadpan, "I stink."
"Indeed you do," I laughed, "You can shower at mine first."
"Alright then yeah, that's fine."

He flung the ball and our bags in the boot (trunk) as I walked over to the drivers side. We drove in a comfortable silence for a while, listening to music until he started up conversation again.

"So how you feel about the whole Neymar thing? Reckon he'll actually stay the whole month with you?" he asked, keeping his head on his hand but turning to look at me.
"I don't know. It'll either be really good, like we become close again or it'll all go to shit. I don't know if I'm ready to spend that long with him, we'll end up arguing over little things and it'll escalate. I'm a little bit scared to be honest," I admitted.

He nodded, showing he understood what I meant, "Well you don't really have a choice so let's hope it goes good," he laughed.
I gave him a look, "You are not helpful."
"Oh why thank you!"

I rolled my eyes, laughing and turning the music up. We reached my apartment in less than five minutes and Frisco ran to the bathroom straight away, giving me a chance to spray some more deodrant and just touch up my make up since I hardly sweated or smelt.

Another half hour later and we were both ready.
"Amelia hurry the fuck up," he complained as he stood holding the front door open and I ran around grabbing my phone and keys.

"Says the one who spent twenty minutes in the shower," I rolled my eyes and we made our way out the house.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Let me take my car, I wanna drive," he said, putting a hand over my shoulder to redirect me in the opposite direction to where his was parked.

Flashes went off and we both turned around confused, until we saw the paparazzi.
"For fucks sake! They're gonna turn that into something it's not," I said groaning.
He winced, "Sorry I wasn't thinking. I didn't do it in that way, I just knew you were gonna walk to your car otherwise, I-"
I interrupted his explanation, laughing slightly, "It's alright mate, it's not your fault."
He sighed in relief and we got in his car.

It was really stuffy in there as the windows had been up and it was parked in the blazing spanish sun, so as soon as the engine was on, I rolled my window down half way.

That seemed to be a big mistake as the photographers stuck their equipment through the window, taking pictures and shouting questions.

I panicked, "Frisco fucking drive you grandma!"
He finally decided to put his foot down and we joined onto the road, millimetres away from scraping the car as we pulled out.

A few guys decided to chase on foot, causing me to stick my hand out the window with my middle finger up. They slowed their sprint to a jog before stopping completely and turning back around. I sat in my seat again, satisfied with their reactions and smiling.

"I don't know how you deal with it," Frisco laughed, looking over to me.
"Neither to be honest. I hardly get any for myself, usually it's cos of Neymar that I have run ins with them but I guess since my careers getting big again..." I started.
He nodded before chuckling again, "Well, good luck."
"Oh how kind! Thank you!" I said sarcastically, turning the volume on the radio up.

We reached the café we would be eating at in just under ten minutes and managed to run inside without the paparazzi getting in our way.

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