Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-2.9- Positives and Negative

"Even now," declares the LORD, "return to me with all your heart, with fasting and weeping and mourning ."

-Joel 2:12.

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      Andrew's skinny legs swung over the outter nose bleed seats of Camp Nou, squinting at the sunset. He scratched his chin, biting his lips and folding his hands.

"When you become a parent: everything changes." He smiled at possible memories of Bekinha flooding throughout his clouded mind. "Your whole life...turns into them, rearing them, what's best for them." Flashbacks of Bekinha staring into his eyes played in my mind. "My life seemingly had zero meaning before Bekinha."

I cocked my head at an angle.

"It's sad to see that she's growing more independent, but it's rewarding." Andrew chuckled. "Cause I suck, y'know?"

I shook my head, because it was not true. Andrew had no training on how to be a father, and he became one so unexpectedly. "I'm never there." He grimaced. "Come on now, I missed her first steps,"

The brunette Brasilian boy ran his fingers through his curls, a trait of his whenever he was in distress.

Melody constantly criticized his parenting techniques, and his absences. It was upsetting to see, because he needed the encouragement instead. Ever since she acquired a new boyfriend, she always flaunted in his face that she didn't require anybody's help.

"All she needs from me is for me to be there." He drew his messy eyebrows together. "I'm still young," he continually paused between his words, pausing to blink with one eye at the sunset, "but she makes me feel like I have a reason to go on. Once you wake up with a little creation next to you," he breathes in, "oh Ana the feeling in your veins is so strong. It gives you a purpose, a little more fight whenever you feel like giving up." Andrew's eyes shimmer like I had never seen them.

Seeing him speak of his daughter in such high regard was not uncommon, but never so full of wonder and vunerable like emotion. Out of the two of us, Andrew had the capacity to love. To feel deeply, in the moment, and rolled it out to love spread across decades.

My chest warmed at his sweet words, wishing that feeling for myself. For Neymar to feel it all over again. The feeling of a newborn baby's soft skin against your own.

I would be finding out within the next two hours or so.

We needed to make sure in order to tell our parents, although my mãe already was aware. Neymar had been texting and callimg me to make sure I was alright. We even facetimed like old friends again.

It felt good.

To be friends again.

Andrew noticed my deep thought, and put his arm around me, rocking me side to side. I laughed, messing up his lop of curls on top of his head. I had forgotten about Andrew this entire time, as if he never existed, as if we never had our ups and downs. I treated him as if he were a friend.

Not my twin.

Who felt the same as me at times, breathed the same air, shared the same place, the same womb. Our mãe jokes that he shoved me back into the womb so that he could be first of us to inspect the world.