They Don't Know About Us (Neymar)

Chapter 23: Barca

Two weeks later

I woke up in a very good mood, and immediately went down to the kitchen to make waffles.

My phone rang, and when the caller ID read Neymar, I immediately answered.

"Ney-Ney!" I squealed.

"Morning, what are you doing?" Neymar laughed.

Instead of answering with a simple 'making waffles', I started singing a waffle song I heard on TV.

"Waffles waffles waffles waffles waffles waffles waffles waaaaaaafflessss!!"

"How are you so excited about waffles so early in the morning?" he laughed.

"Comes naturally" I teased.

"Hey, that's my line!"

"Well I just stole it!" I giggled.

"Oh, Tia's a bad ass, stealing lines like it's nobody's business"

"Oh shut up. Now why did you call me Mr Grumpy Pants?" I asked.

"Can't I just call my girlfriend and tell her-"

"You're up to something. Now out with it!" I interrupted him.

My heart did a little flip when he called me his girlfriend, but I ignored it and just smiled.

"Okay okay, I wanted to ask if I could come over. I need to ask you something. And I'm really hungry, and I happen to know someone who makes the best burnt waffles around"

"Hey! I do not burn my waffles all the time!"

"Oh come on Tia, you know I love your waffles" he laughed.

"Oh just shut up and come over before I eat everything" I said and hung up.

Thirty minutes later, Neymar rang the doorbell, and I greeted him, we went into the kitchen and had waffles.

"So La Liga is starting soon" Neymar said while I was cleaning up.

"Yeah, you're excited?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's ganna be great seeing the guys again" he smiled.

"Too bad, I'm ganna miss seeing you everyday" I pouted.

"Yeah, nine months is a long time" he said and looked down.

Everything started coming together, and I knew this was why he wanted to see me. He wanted to dump me.

Instead of freaking out on him, I calmly spoke.

"Nine months? I thought we were talking about three weeks"

"No" he softly chuckled. "There is training that needs to be done, pre-season games, and then the actual games" he continued.

"So what's ganna happen with us?" I asked, not meeting his eyes.

"Well that's what I wanted to talk about" he said quietly.

Did I really have to ask?

"I'm listening" I said, looking at him in his eyes.

"I'm heading to Barcelona in two weeks"

What?

Here it comes...

Well, it was nice dating him while it lasted.

"Yeah, nice being the understatement" my subconscious added.

"So soon?" was all I managed to say.

"Yeah...so I was wondering...if you could come to Barca with me?"

"What?"