Only One.

"Faking" it

I'm sorry this isn't long, I have another part I'm writing I just really wanted to get something up for you guise.

Chapter 7 ~ "faking" it.

I woke up still wrapped securely in Oscar's safe arms. I didn't want to move, I wanted to stay here with him forever. Laying there made me think of Neymar, it seemed so unfair. Here I was sleeping in a warm bed, laying here with Oscar, the only thing keeping my body from freezing. Is seemed selfish to think he was thinking about me but I knew he was.

I didn't want to think of him, I wanted to forget about the kiss, the way his lips felt against mine, the way he looked at me when I broke his delicate heart. I felt like I was a criminal and the only thing keeping me going was the limp body next to me.

Not long after I woke up, I heard his raspy morning voice which made me feel more comfortable for some reason.

"What ya thinking about?" His voice was still gentle and sweet.

"Nothing." I replied trying to move closer than we already were.

"What time is it?" I asked my voice coming out muffled due to my face being buried into his chest.

"Time to start to get ready to meet up with the team." Oscar replied sliding down so his face was levelled with mine.

"Nooo I don't want to go. Can't we just stay here?" My voice whiny.

"I wish." He said placing a quick kiss on my nose. A sudden yell came from down stairs.

"OSCAR!!!!! ARE YOU READY!??" An unfamiliar voice to me shouted.

"Oscar, whose that?" I asked confused.

"That little bastard-" he started to say.

"OH MY GOODNESS! Looks like I always come at the wrong time! But I'm not leaving for you guise to finish, so get some clothes on and let's go!!" Marcelo said sassy.

"Aww please Marcelo 5 minutes?" I asked jokingly.

"Fine." He replied. I thought that he was joking too.

I started to put my clothes back on. I noticed Oscar's eyes looking up and down my body. Just like Neymar did in the locker room after my first game.

We both ran downstairs knowing how impatient Marcelo is.

"That was quicker than I thought." He said looking at us curiously.

"We did just have to put a shirt and shorts on Marcelo. What did you think we were doing?" I asked. I realized what he was thinking.

"Marcelo, you do know I was kidding when I asked for 5 minutes right?"

"What. Ya of course I did. I got that."

Oscar and I both laughing at Marcelo who was looking down with embarrassment.

My phone dinged indicating I had a text message.

:Hey, I've already left to meet up with the guys. I left the door open so you can get your suitcase. I left another key on the table so can you lock up after?

"Who is it?" Oscar asked. Probably because of my serious expression.

"Oh just Neymar. Can we stop at his house? I need to get my stuff." Trying to sound as if nothing happened.

"Ya." His voice was unsure, probably because he remember last night and was still trying to figure out what happened.

We drove to Neymar's house with Marcelo eating our ears up.