january fourth | neymar jr

chapter forty-seven

Neymar

February 3, 22

  When I woke up, Morgan wasn't beside me. It was already pretty bright out, so I figured I just woke up late.

  I reached across my nightstand to grab my phone, sitting up. The time was 11:23. I was surprised I slept that late- but I was glad I got to rest. 

  I pulled myself out of my bed with my phone in my hand, walking over to the bathroom. I did what I usually did- brushed my teeth, washed my face, all while scrolling through Instagram.

  I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door, and I looked out, shouting, "come in!" Putting down my washcloth, I walked to the door frame as it opened.

  "Finally awake, I see," Morgan snickered as she walked in. "Yeah," I said, watching her as she approached me. 

  I stayed in my position with one arm hanging on the door frame and the other gripping my phone. "Sleep well?" She raised her eyebrows, inching closer to me.

  "Yeah, fine," I hummed, still watching her. She wrapped one arm around my waist, putting the other on the door frame. 

  "That's good, are you ready for your game?" She asked curiously. I reached over away from her and put my phone on the counter, so I could put both of my arms around her waist. As I did, she moved her hands to caress my neck. 

  "I'm ready," I replied, holding her. I stared down at her, holding eye contact. When Morgan didn't say anything, I leaned in and kissed her. 

  Quickly, she pulled away with a disgusted look on her face. I looked at her. "What?" I laughed, almost offended. She shook her head. "You taste like toothpaste," she giggled in response. I rolled my eyes, pulling away from her. I started to walk back in to my bathroom, but she put her arm on my forearm preventing me from doing so.

  "What?" I laughed, turning to face her. She pursed her lips. "Nothing," she paused, shaking her head. "I want to talk sometime, before I go back to New York," I could see her bite the inside of her cheek.

  I shrugged, wondering what she was talking about. "Okay," I hated to admit it, but I was hoping she would talk to me about the situation with Ronaldo. 

  She let me go back in to my bathroom, where I picked up my washcloth again. I could hear her footsteps leaving the room. 

  I was getting curious about what she wanted to say again, but I figured that we'd get it sorted out whenever the time came.

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  A little after noon, I finally decided to get something to eat. "I'll make Vatapa," my mom smiled, walking over to the kitchen. "You have palm oil?" She asked me, to which I replied with a nod, only quickly looking up from my phone. 

  I felt a tap on my shoulder, and looked over to see Morgan beside me. "Hey," I finally looked up, smiling as she sat down.

  "You can look up for her but not your own mother?" Mom raised her eyebrows at me. I shrugged. "Yeah."

  "That's rude," Morgan said, directed to me. I shrugged, looking back down at my phone and scrolling. "No, I've dealt with her my entire life," I almost laughed.

  "Well, Morgan, thank you," my mom said, turning back to the cupboard to find the ingredients for our lunch.

  "No problem," she said, and out of the corner of my eye I could see her flashing my mom a smile. I knew they'd be best friends.

  "Kylie Jenner is pregnant again?" I heard Rafaella squeal from the other room. Immediately, I looked up in annoyance. "Seriously?" Morgan anxiously stood up, basically running over to Rafaella. I rolled my eyes at her actions, and clearly my mom noticed.

  "Girls will be girls," she shrugged, looking over from the cabinet. I sighed, turning my eyes back to my phone.

  Half an hour later, I was still sitting at the island scrolling through TikTok. My mom was in the kitchen, occasionally exchanging words to each other but never an actual conversation. "What time do you have to be at the stadium?" She asked, dishing out the food. When I realized it was done, I called to the rest of my family (including Morgan), "Food's ready!"

  Then, I put my phone down, turning my attention to my mom. "By four-thirty, it starts at 6," I said after a second of thinking. 

  I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen from the living room when my mom spoke again. "Okay, what time should we leave?" She dished out the final bowl, placing it on the island for me. 

  I waited for everyone else to come in before I started eating. Morgan approached and sat next to me. "I don't know, maybe around quarter-till," I shrugged, turning my attention to my girlfriend. "Hey," I smiled at her, to which she exchanged it.

  "Hey, you excited?" She asked once she got situated. Rafaella took a seat beside Morgan, and my dad sat next to me. I figured my mom would sit next to my dad. Speaking of mom, she put the rest of the bowls on the island, one for each of us. Just as I figured, hers went beside my dad's.

  "Of course," I kept smiling at her. Rafaella leaned forward, looking at me, but I ignored it. "You can close your mouth now, lover boy," she teased. I rolled my eyes, and looked down at my food.

  "Thank you for this, Mae," I looked beside my dad to her. "You're so very welcome, filho," she replied. 

  We all ate, and once we finished, Morgan did the dishes. I told her I could do it, but with it being half past one, she told me to go get ready.

  The first thing I did was shower. I put my speaker on the counter in the bathroom, turning on music and playing it. I always listened to music in the shower- especially before games.

  When I got out, and went to my bedroom to get dressed, Morgan was sitting on my bed, scrolling through her phone. "What are you doing in here?" I asked as I wrapped the towel around me. 

  "Oh, I don't know what to wear," she jumped at the sound of my voice. I shrugged. "You want me to help with that?" I raised an eyebrow at her confused. "No, I just don't know like, jeans, or?" She put her phone down turning her attention to me. "Yeah, that should work."

^^^ author's notes:

i got one of my friends to obsess over soccer players with me, she thinks joao felix is really hot

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