Just Friends - Neymar Jr

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"Amelia?"
"Alejandro?"
A grin formed on his face as he stood up, pulling me in for a hug that I awkwardly returned, patting his back.

Neymar looked in between us confused, "This is Alejandro?"
He must've remembered his name from when he was reading our messages over my shoulder.
"Ah she's been talking about me?" he smirked before putting out a hand for Neymar to shake, "Alejandro Balde."

*just pretend he's their age because i love him sm and that he's not in barca instead just like a lower league or smth idk 😭*

Neymar took his hand, still looking slightly uncertain, "Neymar."
"Oh I know who you are. You're a talented player," he complimented, making the conversation longer than it needed to be.
"Jandro can we catch up with you in a minute? We're late and I still need to check in with my manager," I excused us, already walking away from him slightly.
"Of course, it's always a pleasure to see you Amelia," he smiled.
I grabbed Neymar's hand, heading towards the hallway, "Er yeah, you too."

We made it to an all white hallway, doors along either side as I leant up against the wall.
"Are you mad?" I asked, seeing as he hadn't said anything and his jaw was still clenched.
He shook his head, "Did you know he would be here?"
I copied, shaking my head, and he let out a sigh, walking over to me and placing his hands on my lower back, "It's fine. Can't help everyone's in love with my girlfriend, can I?"

I let out a nervous laugh, wrapping my hands around his neck, "I love you."
"I'd kiss you but you'll complain about your makeup," he laughed, causing me to roll my eyes.

"I'm glad we decided to do this again. To redo everything properly. I fully thought you were either going to punch him or I'd be spending the rest of the night here by myself."
"Oh come on, I'd never leave you here. Punch him? Maybe. But I wouldn't leave you. Plus I hit him with the door, that satisfied me enough."

I laughed as I lowered my arms to go around his back as I leant against his chest, "We should probably find Val huh?"
"Probably," he mumbled, kissing my hair.
"Can you call her?" I asked, watching as he smiled, remembering he was still holding my phone.

He pulled it out, leaning over my shoulder to see it as he kept his hands around my waist.
"What's your password?"
"0603."
He laughed, "That's random."
I smiled, hiding my face in his chest, "No it's not. Think about it."
"06. The sixth of... 03. January, february, march. The sixth of march?" he raised an eyebrow, "Balde's birthday?"
"Oh shut up," I slapped his chest as he laughed at his own joke.

"Okay then. 06. January, February, March, April, May, June. June 3rd?"
I rolled my eyes, laughing at his stupidity, "June 2003."
He was silent for a second, "Ohhhh! When you moved to Brasil?"
"Oh my god. I met you in Brasil, in June 2003," I said exasperated.
He laughed, "I know, I just wanted you to say it."
I shoved him playfully, "Call Val."

He clicked the screen a couple times before putting it to his ear.
"Yeah no it's Neymar."
"Was a drama but we got in eventually."
"Where are we? Er a hallway? It's like really long, white walls, loads of doors," He said as I laughed at his explanation.
"Alright, we'll see you in a second then."

He put my phone back in his pocket, looking down at me with a smile, "How else was I meant to describe it?"
I shook my head, about to reply when Valetina's voice interrupted us, "Guys! Through here, hurry up."

He placed his hand on the small of my back, pushing me forwards a little and kept it there as we walked into a little office.
"Okay we don't have much time. Amelia use that mirror to make any last minute touches and listen to everything I'm about to tell you."
I walked over to the mirror, sorting my hair out a little bit and reapplying some lipgloss that I had stored in my bra.