Barcelona Bound

Note: My first neymar story!!! yeah!!!! I hope you guys like it :) I listened to on top of the world by imagine dragons while writing this, and it's on the side so you should listen to it while you read this too :D Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You stood infront of the all too familiar house, out of breath, hands on your knees. It had finally dawned on you that he was about to leave soon, however strained your relationship with him had been over the past three years. You had to clear things up with him before he left or you would regret it for the rest of your life. After what had happened, Neymar had tried his hardest to make amends with you but, you just wouldn't listen to any of his pleas or apologies. What he had done hadn't strained your relationship as much as your actions of ignoring him had. Besides, you didn't really have a real reason to treat him the way you had. What he had done couldn't really be considered cheating on you because the two of you hadn't really even gotten together before it happened. A kiss didn't really mean anything...

The two of you had been friends since the day you had learned to walk. The both of you were interested in the same things from soccer to music. You had been inseparable since day one. Even when Neymar moved to pursue his dream of become a professional soccer player it was as if fate wanted the two of you together because your father's job forced you and your family to move to the same place as Neymar and his family. And, as fate would have it, you had fallen for your best friend. You'd had feelings for him for a while but were always too scared to every say anything, until today. You hadn't been sure how to approach Neymar about it but luckily he said he had something important to tell you and to come meet him at the field where Santos always practiced even though they didn't have practice today. As you got closer to the field you saw that Neymar was standing in the center circle.

"Hey (Name)," he said, waving to you with his right hand.

"Hey, Neymar," you greeted him with a smile, while on the inside you were dying from nervousness.

"So.." he said, rolling the ball on the ground with is right foot, "I hope it wasn't too much trouble for you to come here, but I just felt like this would be the best place because it's really special to me."

"What you want to tell me must be really important then," you could only hope in your heart that maybe, just maybe, he might want to tell you something similar to what you were going to say to him.

"Yeah, it really is," he looked up at the clouds, then down at the grass, then at you, "there's this girl that I really really really like."

"Oh," any hopes that you had about this whole situation going the way you wanted it to were crushed, now you couldn't even tell him how you felt becuase he already liked someone else, "Let me guess," you said with as much enthusiasm as you could put in your voice even though on the inside you were just trying not to cry, "you want me to help you tell her."

"Well," he smirked, "Kind of I guess. But that's the whole problem, I don't think I can tell her."

"Is there any other way you could show her how you feel?" he was looking at you eyebrows raised slightly, "Like maybe writing it on a sign, or something else of that sort?"

"There is one way I could, but I don't know if I should."

"Oh come on Neymar! You're a professional soccer player, you have nothing to be afraid of. Besides I am one hundred percent sure she feels the same."

"So you're saying that I should do it then, show her how I feel."

"Yeah, definitely!" you looked down, it was the only way you would be able to keep your emotions under control. There was a long silence, he didn't say a word. The only sound you heard was him kicking the ball past you, "So, actually, about the thing I wanted to tell you-" you were cut off as a pair of soft warm, lips captured your own and two hands cupped your face. You were shocked, Neymar was kissing you! All you could think to do was put your hands behind his neck. You'd only imagined this moment in your dreams, you'd never thought it would actually be reality. The both of you pulled apart but remained in the same position, Neymar just moved his hands around your waist instead.