DIAMONDS.

4.

'I hear sirens when we make love.
.. who wants that perfect love story anyway?
cliche, cliche, cliche, cliche.'

I sang the lyrics from 'Part II' by Beyoncé and Jay-Z in my head. Ever since the party last week played this song, it's been stuck in my head. I sat down and turned my camera on, I was doing a makeup tutorial for VOGUE'S vlog.
I couldn't be bothered doing it though.

Since that post, my mind's been all over the place. You know when you think a boy takes some sort of interest in you? Yeah, well apparently this boy doesn't. I mean I don't understand why, I'm not necessarily ugly, my modelling agencies don't seem to think so either. I'm y/c/h, y/e/c, with a hourglass body and tanned golden skin (or chocolate brown, or chalky white skin ect.) I've never had a boy not like me, most boys fall at my feet. Most boys I don't want, but I want Neymar. I know it was only a small crush, but every time I see him, I just..

I think I've all of a sudden taken a great interest of him was because of the game. The way he can be so professional in his games but also take care of a child and be present in his sons life is so sexy in a way. Makes him seem more mature, and caring.

I wouldn't mind being a step-mom to Davi either, ' I let a smirk out at this thought of mine. ' Davi is cute, definitely not like his dad, but very cute. His blonde curls are a very prominent feature of his, just like Neymar's eyes.

'I will hold your heart and your gun
..I don't care if they come, no.'

After my video, I began to get dressed into my beach clothes. Apparently there was a small beach party ten minutes away from my house, and some well-known celebrities we're going to be there.

I chose a white co-ord, not very suitable for a party, but oh well. I swear, I'm not drinking this time, I'm such a lightweight I can't be drinking as much as I do. I fiddled with my gladiator heels before standing up of my bedrooms love-seat. I checked myself in the mirror, posing slightly. 'Should I straighten my hair..?' I whispered to myself, negotiating if I should either straighten my hair or keep it natural.

'I don't care if we on the run,
.. baby as long as I'm next to you.'

I decided not to straighten my hair but instead put it up in two long braids that trailed on my back all the way to my bunda. I decided to walk to the beach as it was only ten minutes and I needed some form of exercise anyways.

As I came closer to the party I saw it wasn't just a 'small beach party.' It was a full-on party, with large speakerphones, lights and what looked like hundreds of people. Not what I expected, but I'm not exactly known for being anxious around people, last year I was in the magazines for dancing on a table at Louis Vuitton launch party.

'It's y/n D'blanche!' I heard someone yell, I smiled slightly, watching my step as I walked down the stone stairs leading onto the beach.

Luana, my best friend since two ran over and gave me a hug before I could even step on the sand. 'Ahh, girl! It's you, I'm back! In brasil!' She exclaimed, yelling slightly. 'I can see babes,' I laughed, hushing her. 'Woah, it's only been two months and you look even prettier.' She said admiring my hair, tugging on it gently.  'Where'd you get that outfit? It's so cute.' She asked, grabbing my hand and walking me towards the bar. 'Zara, got it half price, nice right?' I rhetorically asked, she smiled and nodded. '

'Two martini's please!' Luana shouted over the loud music to the barman. 'With a twist.' She smiled, and the barman must've understood as he nodded and grinned back. 'So, how was Spain?' I asked, grinning cheek to cheek, excited to hear how her two month visit to Spain was. 'Amazing. My ma and pai are doing so much better, they decided to cancel the divorce. They currently planning on a small re-wed party, it's cute; you'll be invited. After all they love you more then me.' She laughed, rolling her eyes sarcastically. I giggled, I can't argue. Her parents truly treat me like their own.

'Two martinis for the pretty ladies.' The strong, brown-skinned barman smiled as he handed us our drinks. 'Thank you.' Me and Luana said in unison. 'So.. any cute boys back in Spain?' I asked mischievously, sipping my martini. 'Only one, and he was getting with ten girls aswell as me.' She shook her head and rolled her eyes again. 'Well, maybe he could take your mind of that Spanish boy.' I smirked into my straw as I nodded my head back to the man who just served us our drinks.

Suddenly, Luana burst out laughing. He had placed a rag on his shoulder and began dancing to the music behind the bar. To be fair, the man could dance. Could be Brasillian. 'Seems a bit of you.' I giggled, Luana hit my shoulder as she tried to smuggle her smile.

'Anyways, I'm gonna go hit the dance floor, I'll see you around okay? You know where my house is you can always back there hon.' She said before waving bye and disappearing into the club to go dance her little butt off.

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I sat happily with my martini by my side, I stirred the beverage thoughtfully, zoned out completely. I felt a tap on my shoulder which knocked me out off my thoughts. 'Can I sit here?' I heard a man's voice boom, the voice seemed familiar, but I had too many martini and vodka mixes to remember it. I turned around to see him. His stupid smirk and his beautiful eyes burning into mine. Neymar.

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note;

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