How Many Doors Have I Opened

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I woke up, hearing the harsh winds slam against my window. 

"Lord, I wish I could've just not gone to college at all," Neymar Jr silently said to himself, quickly realizing that it should be his first day at the new college. "There's nothing good about it; I can clearly choose a job on my own." Neymar told himself over and over again that he wouldn't go, no matter if it's gonna get sunny, or there's a party there. He is highly aware he must attend his first day; though he is silently cursing college out under his breath, as he walks down his extraordinarily long hallway.

"I'd rather get cheated on by a hot chic than even walk past a college." He'd quietly say, grumbling. He clearly knows that what he just told himself was definitely not true at all. "Man, I hope this is a good college, unlike the last one." Neymar mumbled to himself, as he poured a huge bowl of Lucky Charms. "Make sure you finish that so you can get on your way as soon as possible. Don't wanna miss out on a first day, huh?" His sister, Rafaella, said sarcastically, teasing him.

Monday, March 5th, 2008

Neymar quickly rushed to his newly bought car, realizing it would be terrible if he missed his official first day. He quickly jumped in and started it, beginning to become extremely nervous, he started to drive, almost breaking the speed limit. "God, speed limit this, speed limit that." Neymar, clearly annoyed, loudly said to himself, after the fifth speed limit sign.

His heart dropped, due to nervousness, as he drove towards the parking lot of the college. "Three high schools smushed together." Neymar said to himself, after a loud gasp. "I can't drive home now," He muttered. "Flew all the way to the United States for this college, I can't just go back now." He'd continue. He slowly but surely opened the car door, still, his eyes studying the huge building. "What if I find a girlfriend here?" Neymar excitedly said to himself. "Or maybe a man.." Neymar joked to himself, quietly, walking up towards the incredibly huge doors. He saw a bunch of people waiting outside of the building. He wondered if he could get in on the conversation.

Neymar began to walk up to the huge crowd. They went silent as soon as someone spoke. "Can everyone just be a little quieter?" He said in Spanish, with a deep voice, sounding a bit shy. 'Look how handsome, attractive, gorgeous, stunning, elegant—what are you saying, Neymar?' He thought to himself.  'I'm not gay, am I?' He nervously asked himself. 'I'm getting ahead of myself.' He thought. Neymar figured he'd wave to the crowd, so he walked in the circle awkwardly, and raised a hand, gently, slowly swaying it. Everybody looked at him, obtaining a confused expression. "Are you the new kid?" A boy said, with a Russian accent. "Yeah, I heard he's Brazilian." A kid with a name tag, and an England flag on his shirt answered for him. Neymar quickly noticed his name tag, it said 'Harry K.'  Heh, ugly name. "Shut up, Kane. He doesn't even look Brazilian." A girl said with a rude tone. "I'm Brazilian." Neymar interrupted. "Yeah, and he's not Argentinian." The girl said, pointing at the attractive boy who had just spoke in Spanish. 'Ugh, stop it, Neymar.'  He told himself. "HE'S BRAZILIAN, FUCKIN' MORGAN!" Harry screamed at the girl. "Chill, Harry!" Another girl hopped in. The Argentine looked down at the ground, leaning against the doors. Neymar wanted to embrace him in his arms, but he decided he shouldn't, remembering he doesn't even know the boy's name yet. He saw a boy walk up to him and say, "Leo, you good, man?" 'Leo'  didn't answer. "Leo." He repeated. "Leo..Lionel!" He kept on saying his name. "Lionel Messi!" 'Lionel'  looked up at him, shyly. "Lo siento." Lionel said. "You're all good man, I know you're like that sometimes, but the doors are gonna open soon. Better stop leaning on 'em!" The boy chuckled. "Sí, gracias." Lionel answered. 'God, he's so cute.' Neymar said to himself. "No problem, man." The boy responded. Lionel got up off the doors. Even once he got off the doors, he continued staring down at the ground. "Hey, Lionel, is it?" Neymar said, trying to sound confident. He clearly succeeded. "Hola." Lionel replied. "English or Portuguese, please?" Neymar said, trying not to sound rude. "I'm not very fluent." Lionel replied. "Also, call me Leo." Leo quickly tried to get the conversation over already. 'He lets me call him Leo already.'  Neymar thought to himself, his cheeks turning a bit pink. "I just wanted to ask if you're okay, and if you maybe want to be friends." Neymar said, nicely. "Sí, sí!" Leo looked up, smiling a bit. Neymar's cheeks turned pink again, noticing his soft smile. The large doors opened. "I can show you around if you'd like; considering you're, y'know.." Leo lost track of his English. "New." Neymar finished his sentence. "Gracias." Leo said, thanking him and smiling. Neymar hid his face. "Now, let's go..umm.." Leo had looked for a proper substitute for Neymar's name. "Neymar, Neymar da Silva Santos Júnior." Neymar said his full name, feeling safe and comfortable around Leo. "Let's go, Neymar da Silva Santos Júnior!" Leo said, not knowing Neymar was his first name. "Just call me Neymar." Neymar chuckled. "Sí, Lo siento." Leo apologized. "It's okay, man." They began to walk inside.