Sports Love (A Neymar Jr Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

After Neymar and I finished the movie we had no idea what to do with our life anymore. So I played a few songs and it turned into a dance party for two. There was knocking at the door, I checked the time. 8:35 already? I stopped the music. Time must really fly by when you're having fun. I answered it, it was Bruna Marquezine. Isn't she Neymar's ex?

"Oh.. Hi.." I greeted smiling lightly.

"You're the girl who doesn't speak Portuguese.."

I looked down on the floor awkwardly. I opened the door wider for her to come in.

"I'll just leave.. Bye Neymar.."

I grabbed my jacket and shoes, then walked out. That was awkward. I took the key out of my jacket pocket and unlocked my door. My heart was being fast, was I feeling.. Jealously? What? Nonono.. I'm probably just worried for Neymar. Yea that's it.

I changed into black pyjama shorts, a medium sized white shirt with a panda face on it, and then I tied my hair up into a bun. I let my left side bangs hang out because it makes my hair look casual and not bald. You know how your hair is tied up and the front looks like you're bald.

The shirt was big on me because that's the way I like my pyjamas. It showed the tip of my shorts so it didn't look like I wasn't wearing anything under.

I checked out the window and the reporters were still out there. When do these people ever take a break? My phone vibrated, I checked the screen. It was a text message from Javier.

Javier: Hey.. Sorry, I was joking around. :(

Cat: It's fine, I don't even have feelings for Neymar anyways..

Javier: Ok.. What happened?

Cat: What do you mean? '-'

Javier: You would've never brought up not having feelings for Neymar if you actually didn't..

Cat: I don't know.. His ex girlfriend showed up.

Javier: WHOA! Bruna Marquezine?!

Cat: Yea.. I don't think she likes me..

Javier: -smirks- Jealous much?

Cat: What? No!

Javier: I was talking about Bruna, but now that I think of it.. You're the one who's probably jealous right now.

Someone started knocking on the door. I jumped a little.

Cat: Hey, I gtg.. Someone's at the door. MWAH :* -hugs- byye.

I turned off my phone and charged it. I put it on the bedside table and answered the door. My heart raced for some reason.

"Hey.." I smiled lightly, do I really have feelings for Neymar Jr?

"Hey.. Sorry about Bruna.." Neymar apologized, he walked in to my room and sat on my bed. I closed the door and walked to my room sitting down beside him.

"It's fine, I get it. It's a stupid girl thing."

Neymar laughed a little, I giggled. Neymar leaned over a little closer and then whacked me with my own pillow. My jaw dropped and I laughed a little.

"What was that for?" I asked, fixing my hair and putting my side bangs back into place.

"For leaving me with my ex-girlfriend."

I rolled my eyes playfully and took my pillow back. Neymar smiled back at me, I glared for a second and then stopped. I looked away and stared at his hands because I couldn't look in his eyes for some reason. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

I whacked him back with my pillow.

"And that's what you get for whacking me with my own pillow." I giggled, Neymar grabbed my other pillow and whacked me again. My jaw dropped.

"How dare you hit a girl," I said whacking him back.

It turned into a full out pillow fight.

Neymar accidentally poked my side and I stupidly squealed. I covered my mouth right after I squealed, Neymar's jaw dropped and started observing my body. My body already started to tingle with him just staring at it and having the idea to tickle me.

After a few seconds Neymar started tickling me and I couldn't stop squealing and laughing.

"NeymaRR!"

I tried to say his name in a calm tone but I couldn't help but squeal. We both plopped down on the floor which hurt like hell. I tried to move around so it wouldn't tickle as much, but nothing would work. He finally stopped after he saw the first tear slid off my cheek.

"Ugh.. My stomach hurts from laughing so much.." I groaned, laying down on the floor and having one hand on my tummy.

Neymar started rubbing my tummy, I squealed again. He looked at me weird.

"I'm sorry! I can't help it! I'm really ticklish!"

I rolled over and got up from the floor. I laid down on my bed putting my blanket over me. Neymar laid down beside me putting my blanket over him too. He put both his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling.

"You're sleeping over?" I asked looking over to Neymar. He shrugged.

"Sure."

Then he smirked, that's when I realized I just asked him if he wanted to sleepover. Clever little boy.

"Nice pyjamas, by the way." Neymar smirked, I rolled my eyes.

"Yea," I said in a high girly voice. "I like panda bears. I like any kind of bears as long as they're bears."

I hate when I do that! It happens when I'm embarrassed.

"So I see."