#pt1?

Another time, elsewhere, she might have called out. Gone looking. Life has made her colder, but Yennefer hardly sees herself as careless.

Not here, though. This forest is old, vast, sheltering too many creatures to count. Its roots dragging to the surface whispers of whatever they find to coil around and consume, deep down in the soil.

Txt: Hey kiddo, how are you doing?, Txt: Hey dad I'm doing okay trying to convince my rugrat to get his hair cut. Txt: Not to fond of the idea huh?. There was a few minutes before he revived a text back. One new Video Msg, tapping on it, a video of Deet, Domini's voice in the back. "Honey let mommy take you to get your hair cut." Deet wrapped his arms over his head. "No!."  That was where the video ended making the male laugh.

pt1?

NEYMAR’S POV

“Good game Ney!” said Messi as we were walking off the pitch.

“Thanks Leo, and thanks for all the assists” I replied

Messi gave me a friendly wink back and patted me on the back. I had just scored a hatrick against Espanyol (Barça’s local rivals). Suárez came over and started congratulating me, telling me he was going to buy me a hamburger but I wasn’t listening. I was too busy looking at her.

She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was sitting a few rows above the dugouts chatting and laughing with her friends. Looking at her made me feel gooey inside.

“Ney! Ney! Are you listening to me?” Suárez shouted, bringing me back down to Earth.

“I think Ney is a bit preoccupied looking at that guapa chica over there” butted in Piqué.

“Ay, Geri, stop! I was just admiring her, eh, her, phone! It’s so cool!” I lied.

“Yeah, sure, and pigs fly” joked Suárez.

I was sure I’d seen her somewhere, but I’m just not sure where…

Y/N POV

“How cool?!” my friend exclaimed, “My first time at the Camp Nou and Neymar scores a hatrick!”

“You are completely in love with him, Sara!” I joked.

“Who wouldn’t be?!” she replied.

I looked down at the pitch to see him talking with Messi. He was so gorgeous, and looked especially good post match. I turned back to Sara and started speaking to her about where we would go for dinner after the game.

“Y/N, wait! Look at Neymar!” she said excitedly.

“What now?” I sighed.

I looked down anyway to see him looking up at me. I blushed and played with my hair and then turned back to Sara.

“I wonder if he recognises me from uni?” I asked, half to myself, half directed at Sara.

“No, he couldn’t, he’s two years above me and studies a completely different course.” I said, answering my own question.

Neymar and I both went to the University of Barcelona, where I studied Business and Finance and he studied English. I had passed him a few times around campus, but apart from that, hadn’t seen him much.

A FEW DAYS LATER…

Only five minutes left of class and then the weekend! As much as I love uni, I’m finding this class really boring. Maybe, the fact that I have a big house party to go to later on tonight (which I’m really excited for), doesn’t help pass time.

Instead of taking down notes about class I’m making a list of what I need to do before the party tonight:

- shower

- shave legs

- paint nails

- find a dress

- put on dress

- do hair

- do makeup

- leave

- have fun

A rumour had been going about that Neymar was going to the party too, but I wasn’t sure. He was famous for not partying and it just didn’t seem like his cup of tea. I’m not going to lie though, I did keep that rumour in mind when getting ready for the party.

An hour or so into the party and there was no sign of Neymar, but all of a sudden, people started whispering and I thought that it must be him. In he walked, with his infectious smile and bubbly aura. He was so beautiful.

“Y/N, look there’s your man!” exclaimed Sara.

“Shhh, Sara! He’s not ‘my man’,what happened at the Camp Nou was only a coincidence!” I replied.

“I knew I recognised you from somewhere!” It was him. Neymar was speaking to me.

Sara downed the rest of her drink and said, “Oh, I’ve just finished my drink! I’m going to go and refill it.”

“What do you mean?” I cooly asked him.

“I saw you at the Camp Nou the other day, and thought I recognised you from somewhere, but didn’t know quite where, but it makes sense now. I know you from uni!”

“Ahhh, so that’s why you were looking at me?"

“Well, there was another reason…”

“That being…?” I enquired

“Well, I think you are guapísima.”

“I bet you say this to every girl you meet…”

“Not at all! I usually just tell them they are guapa.” He joked

“Good one” I chuckled

"I'm Neymar by the way." He said, as if I didn't already know.

"I'm y/n"

"What a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman" He flirted, making me blush.

NEYMAR’S POV

I knew I recognised her from somewhere! She looked even more gorgeous at this party than she did at the Camp Nou, and I thought it was impossible for someone to look better than she did then. I wasn't usually the type of guy to go up to a girl and flirt, despite being famous I was quite shy, but this girl was different. She made me unable to string a sentence together. When I looked at her, everything else around me was blurry.

Y/N'S POV

Looking into his hazel eyes made me feel like nothing I had ever before. It made me feel calm inside. I couldn't quite put it into words

And then all of a sudden, it happened. He kissed me. Out of the blue. And it was beyond amazing.

NEYMAR'S POV

What was happening? This was so out of character for me. But I didn't care. Something about this girl drove me crazy. She brought out a new side in me I had never seen before. I liked it.

Y/N'S POV

We spent the rest of the night together, chatting about life. I told him about where I am from, and he did the same. He told me about how he finds it hard to balance work and studies but how that is soon coming to an end as he is almost finished his degree. He invited me back to his for some coffee, but I said 'no', not wanting to give off the wrong first impression. He, not having drank at all, dropped me off at my house, along with his phone number and a date arranged for the next day.

It’s fall, but you can't really tell here. Everything is green and it will stay that way the hole year. For I am surrounded by thousands of pine trees. A cool breeze weaves its way around the trunks of the tree’s. It brings the promise of winter on its colorful wind. Specks of blue sky make their way through the thick untamed green and brown of the trees. Beams of lights make their way through the thick canopy and speckle the pine needle covered ground. I sit here in silence listening to the birds that are migrating south. I stare at a stream. It’s white waters calm down to a glassy pool only to start rushing again on the other side of the pool. It rushes of to unknown places feeding into brooks and rivers and being part of a whole. I sit on wet pine needles that hold rain from the night before. It’s quite... and peaceful. It’s nice, to be alone, away from all the chatter and busyness of the world. I sit in a world where nature sings and human nature listens. It’s nice. The cold breeze grounds me to the earth, tickling my face. 

“Elliot! Eliot!”, I hear the people from my camp call me. first a faint whisper, but it gets louder as I focus in. My time of solitude is over. I get up and turn towards the thin wisp of smoke where my friends are at camp most likely getting ready to eat lunch. Five minutes later I reach the camp and I happily join in the conversation and eat launch with my friends.