Opposites Do Attract (A Neymar Jr Fanfiction)

Chapter 48

I hopped out of bed, really fresh. It's game day, baby. I went to the washroom and stared to dance around with my brush. I slipped on shorts and my jersey.

"I feel good, dununununuh!" I sang.

I brushed my hair brush to my lips.

"So, good, so good!" I continued.

I was dancing around my room, then I heard A Knock on my door. I went and opened it.

"Good morning," Neymar greeted.

"Morning," I greeted.

"How's my beautiful girlfriend?" He asked.

"Great," I smiled.

He walked inside my room.

"I want you to wear this," he said.

He lifted up and brazil shirt with his name on the back.

"Uh...I mean if you want to...but you already did but..." He stuttered.

"I'd love to wear it," I giggled.

"Alright, I'll meet you downstairs," he kissed my cheek.

He waved and shut my door. I pulled my jersey off and threw the one Neymar gave me on.

"We are the champions, and you are the losers," I sang.

I slipped on my flips flops. I walked out of my suite, and locked my door. I entered the elevator and the doors shut. There was a little boy, who looked around the age of ten.

"Hi," I greeted, nicely.

"My mommy said not to talk to strangers," he said.

"You speak english!" I exclaimed.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Right...strangers," I said.

I started to hum my song.

"Who are you cheering for?" I asked.

"For Fifa game today?" He asked.

I nodded my head.

"Columbia," he answered.

Oh hell no.

"I'm for brazil," I answered.

"They aren't going to win," he said, confidently.

"You sure talk a lot for a little boy," I snapped.

"I'm not little," he said.

Okay, I'm usually really nice to kids!

"Well my friends and my boyfriend are on the brazil team," I said.

"Listen old lady, I'm cheering for Columbia," he barked.

"What did you call me?" I asked, warningly.

WHY THE HELL DOES EVERYONE CALL ME THAT?!

"Old lady," he repeated.

Shits going down.

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"I'm telling my mom!" He cried.

"I'm sorry I made you cry! I don't even know you! Come back!" I yelled.

I started to chase after him.

"I just explained why the brazil team is better!" I exclaimed.

"What did you do now?" Neymar asked.