Just Friends - Neymar Jr

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"So are you gonna come?" Fred asked for the a thousandth time.
"It will look weird though, I can't."
He groaned, "Come on man, who cares? Not everything's about Neymar. If you're not here I'm gonna be really upset, best friends support each other, no?"

I rubbed my temple, trying to think, "Best friends, yet this is the first time in months we've spoken to each other."
"And we're already back to bickering just like we used to," he laughed.
"Look there's no promises but I'll think about it and let you know," I finally said.

"Whatever, we all know you'll be there. At least you can use me as an excuse to spy on your husband," he snorted.
I rolled my eyes, "Shut up, he isn't my husband."
"Mhm. I've gotta go, I'm already running late for training," he said, causing us to say our goodbyes and hang up the phone.

The Olympics were being held back in Brasil so it would be an excuse to go to my home country and see Fred since it's been so long. The only problem is that it will look like I'm going for Neymar and I don't want the media to start making things up or for him to get weirded out.

"So are you gonna go?" Ant looked at me, grinning.
"I don't know," I answered honestly.
She rolled her eyes, "Come on, if not for Neymar or Fred, it's still your country. Even if you didn't know them, you would probably have gone so who cares?"
"It starts in August, I still have over a month to think about it," I shrugged, ignoring her attempts of egging me on to go.

"Fine. About today though... there's a tiny problem," she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly.
I looked at her weird, "What?"
"I kinda forgot that today was Leo and I's date night so he already has a table and stuff booked for us-"
I laughed, "That's fine, I can chill at home."

She held up her hand, gesturing for me to shut up and let her finish, "I also kinda forgot to tell Correa and he's on his way here now."
My jaw dropped open as I stared at her for a few seconds.

She attempted a smile and put a thumb up, yet again being awkward as she knew I was about to hit the roof.
"There's no way you've just done this to me! Tell him to turn around, go home!" I panicked, grabbing her phone off the counter and practically throwing it at her.

She laughed, "It's fine! Maybe you can rekindle your relationship," she nudged me.
"No!" I put my head in my hands, "I'm not doing this. I'm not. I can't get seen with him, and Ney think that I don't care about him. I have to wait under two months, that's not that long. I just can't fuck it up. What if Neymar-"

She rolled her eyes, "Fuck Neymar! Why's everything about him? No Neymar wouldn't like that, no Neymar needed me to, Neymar said that- I don't give a fuck. You let him treat you like shit and then go feel sorry for yourself. He cheated on you Amelia. And then decided that he needs a four month break from you but you're not allowed to talk to any other guys because- oh no! His fragile ego would shatter and you'll break his heart while really he's probably shagging girls left right and center!"

I laughed, knowing everything she said was true but not wanting to admit it.

"Look, I know I seem harsh and I don't mean to be a bitch but sometimes it seems like shouting is the only way to get through to you, and even then you still don't listen half the time. I know you won't drop him completely but you need to lay off a bit, make him fight for you, make him try. For once in his life, let him put effort into something," she stressed.

"I get what you're saying, I do. But it's not fair to say he doesn't put effort into things, come on you know that's not true. Lately when it comes to me, yeah fair enough," I laughed, "But you know he works hard at everything else he does. Football, being a dad... football."

"But here you again, sticking up for him. You're not dating. Don't be having his back when he can't get off his arse and treat you right," she rubbed her temple, annoyed with my behaviour.

"We don't need to be dating for me to stick up for him. He's always got my back and I've always got his," I said, remembering the overdramatic conversation we had when I learnt he considered me an enemy.
"Mhm sure he does," she laughed.

I raised an eyebrow, "Why are you grilling him so much? And acting as if he don't care at all? Obviously we're not going through a great time right now but it doesn't mean I'm worth absolutely nothing to him, there's still a little bit of love somewhere come on," I laughed to lighten the mood so it wouldn't seem like an argument but I was honestly confused as to why she was so pissed off.

"We'll it's good to know he has your back whilst he's breaking three other girls'," her hand slapped over her mouth as soon as she said it, "Nahhh! I didn't mean to!"
I stayed staring with my mouth open, laughing dryly to cover up my shock.

"Amelia, I actually didn't mean to say it. It just came out," she said nervously after I still hadn't spoken.
I fidgeted, standing up and keeping an eye on the door, "It's fine, it's not deep. How far's Correa?"

As if on queue, the front door opened and he was there shouting to announce himself like the annoying prick he was, "I'm here!"
"Oh thank God, we wouldn't of known what to do without you!" I said sarcastically as he walked over after leaving his bags by the entrance.
"Aw how I've missed you Marchado!" he said, equally as sarcastic and adding a side hug for good measure.

"Do you know who else I've really loved and missed? Well am going to miss?" I said with fake enthusiasm. He put a hand on his chin to show just how deep in thought he was, "And don't say Neymar otherwise I'll slap you."

"I don't know. I'm out of answers then," he grinned, causing me to shove him.
"None other than Antonella Roccuzzo!"
He looked at me confused, "Huh? Where's she going? When?"
"Tonight! Her and Leo are ditching us and for some reason-"

"Alright, alright. Stop with the sarcasm, please. Just talk normally," she complained.
I changed my tone to not sound as 'excited' before speaking again, "And for some reason we're being forced to hang out! Isn't this fun?" I glared at her and she gave me a toothy smile.

"Oh this is gonna be so much fun," he smirked, "I'm not complaining."
"Of course you're not, you get to hang out with me. I, however, am never gonna let her hear the end of this-"

"I do actually need to get ready so could you save the bickering for in the car?" she said as she backed down the hallway slowly towards her dressing room.
"In the car?" I questioned.
She nodded, grinning, "Yeah you're going to your place aren't you? Surely you don't wanna stay in this boring house when it can be the house filled with cute memories," she wiggled her fingers in the air.

"Cute memories?" I scoffed, "More like traumatic memories of manwhore Correa over here, fucking bitches in my spare bedroom!"

"Hey I spent good money on a hotel actually! I have some respect," he nodded at himself, proud of his answer.
I pouted, "Aw, how kind of you? Aren't you just a gentleman? I've missed you so much!"
He rolled his eyes and pushed my head away, causing me to break character and burst out laughing.

"You and Leo have fun, I'm driving," Correa swung the keys in my face before waving to Ant and gesturing for me to follow him down the hallway and out towards his car.
I trudged behind him, dragging my feet and taking my time.
He groaned, turning to look at me from the car that was still a good ten steps away from me, "Marchado if you don't hurry your arse up I swear to God-"

"Yeah, yeah. Your threats scare me, I'm literally about to take off running," I pulled the car door open before sitting down and getting comfy.
"Of course they do, I'm a pretty scary guy. It's because I'm so hench," he started the engine up and pulled out the driveway as he spoke.
"Mhm, so hench yet a midget rocked your shit," I snorted.

"Don't call your husband a midget, that's not very nice."
"He's not my husband," I folded my arms.
He let out a laugh, "Ha! How could I forget? He's not your husband, he's not even your boyfriend. No, no, no, scrap that. He's not even your friend!" he burst out laughing again.
"You're such a bitch," I rolled my eyes, turning up the radio and preparing myself to an evening of torture.