january fourth | neymar jr

chapter seventeen

Neymar

January 17, 22

  When I woke up, the first thing I did was text Morgan. Her and I have really been getting along. I knew she'd probably be in New York by now, and maybe she'd still be asleep, or maybe she wouldn't even be asleep yet. I didn't know if she'd still be on Los Angeles time and not be tired at all.

  Hey, sorry if I woke you, how was your flight?

  I got myself out of bed and went to shower. I wasn't really expecting her to respond, considering it was 8 am for me and it'd be 2 in the morning for her. 

  After I got out of the shower, I walked back over to my bed with sweats on. I always wore sweats around the house, anything else was too uncomfortable. I even wore sweats in public, like the time a few days ago when I went to Monoprix with sweats on and I met Mariana. 

  I picked up my phone and I was surprised to see that she had responded. I guess she was probably on Los Angeles time still. I was on Paris time when I flew back to Brazil occasionally to see my family. This time, they were coming to me. Morgan's message was surprisingly long, and, there was a portion of it in all caps.

  YOU ARE MY IDOL but anyways i ship you and morgan #neygan or #mormar whichever you want ehehe i'm sierra btw, yk, manager and roomie, you're glad i like you because i am very protective over my morgan but she can fill you in when you get a chance ft her, its 2 am and neither of us are tired

  Okay, then. That was a lot to take in. I read it over, it didn't seem right. I figured Sierra probably didn't speak Portuguese and plugged it into a translator, which, I had learned the hard way that Google Translate wasn't reliable. I sat down on my bed and read over the text again, trying to understand what she was saying.

   I wasn't busy for another few hours, I had plans with Lionel, but before that, nothing. He finally called apologizing a few days ago and he's been begging to make plans with me and buy me something expensive to make up for it, just like he always did. I couldn't turn that offer down. 

  Considering I had called him and cussed him out, I probably owed it to him too, but he didn't mention it when he apologized, so neither did I. 

  Instead of taking a long time to respond to Sierra's message from Morgan's phone, I clicked the facetime button and put my AirPods in. When I was halfway down the stairs to get something to eat, she answered. I saw a ginger girl appear, and I knew immediately that it was Sierra. The first thing I heard was a high-pitched squeal, and with my AirPods in, it hurt my ears. 

  I stepped down the last step. "Are you okay?" I said in English, knowing she didn't speak Portuguese. I walked over to my kitchen. "I am more than okay, although we're probably going to get yelled at now," she said. "Am I talking to the REAL Neymar? Like, real? Really real?" I laughed and nodded my head, which was in the frame. I could only see her forehead. I didn't speak English very well, but I could understand it fine, most of the time. The amount of reals she put in the sentence made me confused, though.

  I heard a door open, and I was hoping it was Morgan. "Sierra, why do you have my phone and who are you talking to-" she said in English, and approached Sierra. Her entire body came into view, Sierra had turned the camera to face her. She looked beautiful, even though she looked a little tired and she had her hair up. It was up the exact same way as the first time we'd facetimed. 

  "What are you doing!" Morgan said once she saw me on the phone. I chuckled, clearly she had nothing to do with this. "Hi, Morgan," I said and put my phone down to reach up in to a cupboard to grab a bowl. I decided I was going to make myself some soup. Soup was something I loved. One of the few foods I actually liked to eat.