||| DISCONTINUED ||| Soccer Sisters {Neymar Jr/ Chicharito}

Part One- 5: 18th Birthday

June's POV

September 29, 2013. Tomorrow I turn 18. I look in the mirror and smile. I'm sad that neither my mom or dad will be here to celebrate with me, but at least I have Javier. Sergi and Summer wont be around because they're going to their parents' house for the weekend and Neymar's taking Davi on a road trip. Mom and my stepdad are still on their honeymoon in Monteverde, Costa Rica.

I lounge lazily on the couch flipping through the channels until I find Despicable Me. I love that movie so I decide to watch it. Javier went out to grab us some food and he better hurry up. I'm starving! My phone vibrates in my back pocket and I wiggle it out.

From: Neymar ;)

Feliz aniversário antecipado! Desculpe não posso estar lá come você amanhã, meu amor. {Happy early birthday! Sorry I can't be there with you, my love.}

To: Neymar ;)

Obrigada e não se preocupe. Diverta-se! Mal posso esperar para encontrar Davi quando você voltar! {Thanks and don't worry. Have fun! Can't wait to meet Davi when you return}

"Since when did you speak Portuguese?" Javier's voice asks behind me suddenly and I jump.

"Droga, Javier! Você me assustou! Não faça isso!" I yell.

"English or Spanish, please and you still didn't answer my question," Javier rolls his eyes as he walks around and plops down on the couch next to me.

"I said 'Damn it, Javier! You scared me! Don't do that' and to answer your question, my grandmother on my dad's side only knew Portuguese so she made Daddy have me learn it. She wanted to be able to talk to me without him translating."

"So you speak English, Spanish, and Portuguese?"

"Yes. Now what's for dinner? I'm starved!"

"You said you wanted Chinese so I bugged Sergi about the best Chinese place around in Barcelona and then went to get it. And seriously? Chinese food in Spain? The hell?" Javier arches an eyebrow at me as he pulls out the to-go boxes.

"Seriously. Did it come with chopsticks?"

"Nope. Forks," Javier hands me a fork and I open up the steaming container. I see beef lo mein.

"Thanks for getting this," I smile and lean over I kiss him on the cheek.

"Sure thing. What movie?"

"Despicable Meeeeeeeeee."

"You're phone's vibrating!" Javier announces.

"It's Neymar," I say and I see Javier close his eyes and take a deep breath.

"Put him on speaker," Javier clenches his jaw and I nod.

"Olá?"

"Olá, é Neymar. Estamos falando de nós Português agora?" {Hello, it's Neymar. Are we talking in Portuguese now?}

"Poderíamos, se quiser. Mas você está no viva-voz e que Javier não sei Português. Inglês ou Espanhol," I respond and Javier glares at me. {We could, if you like. But you're on speaker phone and Javier doesn't speak Portuguese. English or Spanish.}

"Depois, há mais uma razão para falar em uma língua Javier não consigo entender," Neymar answers cheekily and I roll my eyes as Javier pinches the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm himself down. {Then there is one more reason to speak in a language Javier can not understand.}

"Será mejor que empiece a hablar en Inglés o Español o esta llamada ha terminado. ¿Entiendes?" Javier snaps. {You better start speaking English or Spanish or the call will end. Do you understand?}