Sports Love (A Neymar Jr Fanfic)

Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Ha! I told Felipão they're gonna lose. But, I also feel bad that they did lose. They're out, I'm done.

I'm proud of Bernard though, he's really a team player.

Sad part is, Javier will tease me about this whole thing. I say Brazil is better and he says Argentina is better. And with the scores from their last game and today, I'm not gonna hear the last of this.

"Heeey." I chimed as I walked over to Felipão. He face palmed himself knowing I would bug him about this. It's fun, even though I'm being an insensitive bitch.

"Please don't, just no. I just.. Don't."

I laughed a little and gave him a hug.

"Hey, so there's going to be a party at my house. For how far we got, are you coming?" Felipão asked, letting go of the hug. I shook my head and huffed.

"I have to start packing to go back to Los Angeles."

"Wait, what?! You're leaving already?" Neymar jumped in, holding my hand tighter. Ok, scratch that, I'm not afraid of Felipão I'm a little afraid of Neymar.

"Well yea, that was the deal remember? I got to help you guys, which by the way you owe me extra extra cash on that check because I had to deal with this one right here." I said, letting go of Neymar's hand and patting him on the back. "Brazil is beautiful, but it's also time for me to go home. And Uncle Marcie will get an ass whooping for not telling me about his health conditions."

"Oh hell no, I'm coming with you." Neymar said, wrapping his arms around my head.

"I didn't know you had that kind of mouth on you."

"I can be full of surprises."

Neymar let go and gave me a wink, I rolled my eyes.

"Are you trying to make me hate you?"

"Nope, because I know you love me. You said so yourself."

"Wait.. Uncle Marcie didn't tell you?" Felipão interrupted, I gave him a puzzled look. What does he mean 'didn't tell me'?

"No.. What do you mean?"

"Uncle Marcie has cancer, it went away a few times, but this time it's worst."

"Wait wait wait wait wait wait.. So how long does he have left?"

"Not long, I thought you knew and you weren't making a big deal about it. I didn't make a big deal about it either because I thought you had a plan."

"Wow, thanks so much.. Because 'not long' is the exact answer I was looking for. And maybe if you told me soon enough I would actually have a plan!"

I was angry but depressed, my side of the family has a really bad habit of dying. I still don't know why mom never introduced me to the rest of the family, I still need to know that. I met my dad's side already, I can see why I threaten people so much.

"Hey, calm down. He didn't know." Neymar whispered, I sighed and nodded agreeing. The only person I'm angry with is myself for not finding out.

"Sorry Felipão, I'll call Crystal and ask her if she can check on Uncle Marcie after her plane lands."

I gave him a hug, and pulled my phone out.

"She left already?" Neymar asked, making me look at him from the corner of my eyes. I ignored his question for a few seconds to get Crystal's contact.

"Yea, this morning. I couldn't say goodbye because I had to be here."

I'm a little uptight about everything right now.

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It was 8:30pm. Yes, it took that long to pack my stuff. I had to get my clothes that I already used and laundry them. Neymar being a lazy butt just laid down on his phone watching vines and texting. The guys were at Felipão's for the party, even if I wasn't busy I still wouldn't go to the party. I'm not in the party mood.

"You know this could go a lot faster if you actually helped." I said, carrying a basket of my nice, clean, and warm clothes.

"I'll do some work laterrrr."

Lazy ass.

I just needed to wash and dry one more set of clothes and then I can sleep.

"Neymar, can you put my straightener, hair products, blow dryer, and other stuff in my backpack. And the ONLY STUFF that BELONG in my backpack."

I only said it like that because he doesn't listen to me sometimes, which irritates me.

"Ok, but wait. Look what Fernandinho sent me."

Neymar gave me his phone, he sent him a picture of cake in a jar.

"It's just cake in a jar."

"I know!!! I want some." Neymar exclaimed, still staring at the picture. I laughed a little and scrolled through his messages. Nothing exciting on his phone, I scrolled through his pictures, his selfies are so cute. "Put these in the 'yes pile', don't forget them."

Neymar tossed me my red lace panties, I rolled my eyes and threw a pillow at him.

"Perv." I muttered, closing his phone and went back to the basket of warm clothes that needed folding. Neymar sat down on the floor trying to figure out how to put a straightener in a backpack. "Neymar, you wrap the wire around the straightener."

I bet he's acting clueless on purpose. Instead of wrapping the wire around the straightener he wrapped it around his hand.

"Ok! Never mind! I'll handle that, just help me fold my clothes."

This is gonna be a long night.

Neymar jumped on the bed sitting across from me.

"Ok, so you fold and I'll be on bra and panty duty." Neymar suggested, I rolled my eyes again and whacked him with my pillow. "Or I'll help you fold and be on panty and bra duty."

I nodded, agreeing with that. He can be such a perv when he wants to be.