january fourth | neymar jr

chapter four

  Neymar

  January 5, 22

  When I woke up the next morning, it was about eleven am. I wasn't surprised, considering I hadn't gone to sleep until almost three. I remembered I had training, and so I decided that I'd better start getting ready. I managed to pull myself out of bed, realizing I was sweating.

  Right, I slept in my sweats. I groaned, throwing myself back on my bed, now on my back. I sat there for another minute or so, still really hot. When I got out of bed, I took my phone off the charger and looked for any notifications. There was nothing from Instagram, except for the fact that Messi posted something on his story. I had a message from Sergio, probably something about training. I responded to his message while I pulled myself to the bathroom to shower again. I had just done it last night, but if I was really hot and sweaty, I'd be miserable at training.

  After my shower I found myself brushing my teeth and scrolling through Instagram. When I snapped out of my daze of mindlessly scrolling, I noticed that I had a DM. My mind dragged through thoughts as I tried to figure out who it could've been. Just then, I remembered that I had messaged Morgan last night. Maybe it was her? It was around 2 am back in LA. I clicked on my direct messages button, still brushing my teeth.

  Just as expected, Morgan's username morganpulisic was at the top of my list. I clicked on it to see what it said;

  Hey Neymar! you're kind of like the last person I ever expected to find in my Insta dms haha, my dad and I are absolutely ecstatic that he gets to play this year, it's always been a dream of his. I hope it turns out well for you, too. I like to think that my mom raised us good, it's thanks to her that Christian and I are where we're at now; she always encouraged us. you're from Brazil, right? my mom was from São Paulo

  I kind of smiled when I read her message. Christian never told me that their mom was from São Paulo, that's where I was born and raised. Just then I realized that I had probably spent enough time brushing my teeth, because I had skimmed over Morgan's message more than a few times.

  After emptying my mouth of the toothpaste and water mixture, (might I mention, it tasted absolutely disgusting) I looked at the time on my phone and came to the conclusion that I had enough time to think of a response before I had to leave. The time was 11:53 AM. I didn't have to be at the facility until one, and it was only a ten minute drive.

  I walked over to my bed and sat on it. I saw that Sergio had messaged me back, his original message had asked me if we didn't have training today, because he showed up to the pitch at 10:30, which was our normal meet time. I laughed a little when I saw it, of course it was Sergio who forgot training was pushed back. 

  I spent a generous amount of time trying to think of a response for Morgan. I knew she wouldn't see me typing a bunch, trying to come up with something, because she was probably asleep. I didn't bother waiting because she could respond when she woke up.

  Eventually, I walked over to my closet, deciding on what to wear on my way over to the pitch. I decided on another pair of sweats, I had been obsessed with those recently. I got dressed and went downstairs. On my way, I grabbed my phone. 

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  While I was eating, I decided what I was going to send to Morgan. I sent the message at 12:38, and when I realized what time it was, I groaned. "Shit," I muttered to myself. It had taken me thirty minutes to respond to an Instagram DM. (To be fair, I was eating breakfast at the same time.)