january fourth | neymar jr

chapter forty-eight

February 3, 22

Morgan

  I left with Nadine, Rafaella, and Neymar Sr. a little after Neymar left at 4:30. Neymar's parents were seated in the front of his Range Rover, while Rafaella and I were chattering in the back. 

  "Actually?" I raised my eyebrows, surprised to hear that Rafaella had met Taylor Swift a few years ago. "No, yeah," she said, nodding her head towards me. "I was so shocked that she showed up at my shoot that one time," she blinked.

  "That's crazy," I said with emphasis on crazy. "I love her music!" I added, to which Rafaella nodded her head in agreement. "Me too! It helps me with my English sometimes," she giggled. "I played it for Neymar one time," I snickered, crossing my left leg over my right. 

  "Did he like it?" She asked curiously, to which I shrugged. "I think so. He didn't really say."

  I played with my hair a little bit, turning to look out the window. "Wait," I said, going back to the topic of her and Taylor. "How did you communicate?" I asked curiously.

  Rafaella shrugged, pulling out her phone. "I can speak some English."

  "I didn't know that," I pulled my phone out after her. "Yeah, I'm better than Neymar," she boasted, to which I giggled.

  "He's okay, he understands it fine he just can't speak it very well," I clicked on Instagram, and then Nadine joined in on the conversation from the passenger's seat.

  "Junior hasn't ever been good at English, all of us are better than him even though he is more exposed to it than we are," she said without looking back to us.

  "That's fine," I shrugged, "I like to speak Portuguese anyway, I haven't really practiced that much since my mom's been gone," I liked an Instagram post from Kylie Jenner, the pregnancy announcement that Rafaella had showed me earlier.

  "It's fine if you don't want to answer this question, Morgan, but what part of Brazil did your mother grow up?" Nadine asked curiously. I shrugged.

  "It's fine. I don't know exactly where she grew up but it was on the eastern coast. She told me she moved to California when she was like ten so she never spent a lot of time there anyway."

  Nadine made an, "ooh," noise, and spoke. "You sound like you have an eastern accent. Rio, maybe?" 

  "Yeah, your accent's really good," Rafaella chimed in. "Thanks," I shrugged, not really sure what to say.

  We got there about ten minutes later. Parking was insane, but we obviously got a parking spot. Neymar's dad parked the car right next to his Bugatti, turning off the engine.

  "Let's go," he sighed, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car. We all followed behind him; our doors opening almost in complete unison.

  I had decided to wear a blue sweater; for PSG. I had a pair of black jeans on, which clashed perfectly with the shade of blue. Rafaella opted for the opposite; wearing a red sweatshirt and white jeans. 

  My jeans brushed against the side of the car as I stepped out the driver's side, waiting for Neymar Sr. to get past my door before I opened it any further to step out. 

  By the time I was out, everyone else was out; they were waiting for me. I took a few steps to stand next to them, and before we could take 10 steps paparazzi approached us.

  "Are you Neymar's girlfriend?" A man with a microphone asked me. "How long will you be in Paris?" A woman asked Rafaella. 

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  We made it to our seats with minimal troubles; apart from being trampled by paparazzi. We just ignored them all- that was what I had done back in the states and I guess what they opted on as well. 

  I sat next to Rafaella and Nadine, and next to Nadine was Neymar's father. We were in the VIP section, which meant we got heated seats, and the view was absolutely stunning. I could see the players from Rennais warming up on the pitch so clearly.

  It was a single quarter until six when I saw PSG walk on to the field; I almost had a heart attack when I saw Neymar with his entire kit on.

  They came out from the opposite end of the pitch from where we were sitting, so I could see his face. "I'm so excited," I turned to the left where Rafaella was. She nodded her head, smiling. "I know they're going to be so good," she exclaimed. I turned back to the pitch, where the players were now getting ready to start the match.

  "During halftime, do you want to take a picture for my Instagram?" Rafaella, asked, changing the subject. Without taking my eyes off of Neymar, who was juggling, I nodded. "Yeah, of course."

  I saw Lionel and Neymar together, snickering instead of warming up. Right on the middle of the pitch. "What are they doing?" I nervously laughed when I saw Neymar pointing our direction, making direct eye contact with me. 

  "I don't know," Nadine, smiled, watching her son. 

  "Hello, ladies and gentleman, welcome to the PSG vs Rennais friendly!" An announcer said. "It's a wonderful day here at the Parc des Princes in Paris," another one said. Rafaella turned to me, waggling her eyebrows.

  "It's starting," she whispered. I rolled my eyes. "Thank you, Capitan Obvious." 

  "Here's the lineup for PSG," the first one started, and I stared out the field at the players who were now lining up all together. 

  "Navas is in goal, in central defense Marquinhos is with Ramos, in midfield today we have Vitinha with Marco Veratti," he paused to take a breath. "And as usual, we have Lionel Messi, Kylian Mbappe, and Neymar Jr. in forward positions," he ended.

  The crowd erupted with hearing the names, me included.

  After the formalities, like the French national anthem, and the Rennais lineup, the players started to take their positions. By then, it was about six o'clock.

  The ref blew the whistle, and Rennais started with the ball.

^^^ author's notes:

quick question, what does it mean when a guy sends u a shirtless mirror pic? asking for a friend..

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