The Ultimate Team

Chapter 2 - One Small Step For Ezmerelda, One Giant Leap For My Future

Pic of Neymar at the airport to the right :)

The sound of footsteps and rolling suitcases fill the room. It was a quick two hour flight from Toronto to Charlotte, North Carolina. There was an hour and a half stop here, and now I'm on a flight to Rio de Janerio. If there are no delays, I should arrive by nine in the morning.

The airport smell fills my nostrils, and I smile. I haven't travelled in such a long time. When I was young, I would travel with my family all the time all around the world because of my parents' jobs. When I was seven, Dad retired from his work in the apparent family business and pursued his dream of becoming a director and producer. My mom still works there, but ever since he left our lives, I haven't stepped foot in another airport.

I walk further down the hallway that leads to my flight. Every step I take feels like he's taking them with me by my side. I can hear him ramble about his latest blackmail in Australia. I look up at the black board with green letters constantly change, a feeling of familiarity settling within me as I would drone out his voice. If I had known how little time I had left with him, I would've held on to every word.

I unlock my phone, seeing his face in the silly selfie we took on the airplane years ago on the lock screen. He beat Miley Cyrus to the tongue thing, and beat everyone on the selfie train. He was always first to do anything. I'm pretty sure he even reversed Einstein's theory and actually had it work.

Suddenly, I crash into someone. My phone flies out of my hand, and I would've kept my balance easily (even on wedges) if I wasn't distracted. I fall forward on the person, both of us landing on the carpetted hall. I land on the muscle pile with an oomph. I lie there, dazed, until I come to my senses and scramble to a sitting position.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry-" apologizing words sputter out of my mouth until I abruptly stop, seeing who I crashed into.

A face with glowing tan skin is inches away from mine. The perfect amount of facial hair on his face makes the tall male look hot as eff. A deep grey beanie covers most of his blondish brown hair, but a few strands peak out from the front. Dark Ray Bans cover his eyes, but I can see them twinkling through the shades. His luscious pink lips curl into a smile as he sees me (or doesn't, I can't really tell what he's doing with those undoubtedly perfect eyes under those sunglasses).

"Hello," his deep voice says, and I nearly faint.

Neymar Da Silva Santos Junior just said hi to me. Neymar da Silva Santos Junior just said hi...to me!

Holy shemurr, what do I do? Should I ask for a picture? Nah, it wouldn't make sense; I'll seed his beautiful face everyday for the next two months anyways. There's plenty of time for pictures. Should I admit my admiration and love for him? No, he'll think you're a creep. This is you're first impression, Ez! Make it good! You've kept it cool in front of Japanese ninjas; this should be a piece of cake. Okay, calm. I'm going to open my mouth now...

"I like your beanie," I say quickly, then mentally slap myself. Smooth, Ez, smooth.

Neymar laughs, and I look down, my face heating up. I probably look like a tomato. I burn up even more now realising I'm staring past his black sweater to his belt and even lower...

"Thank you," Neymar says, chuckling. I snap my head up, meeting his eyes for the first time...well, actually his Ray Bans...for the second time.

I stare at him, fighting the urge to reach over and feel if he's real. He is more perfect than I've ever dreamed he'd be. His scent is intoxicating; I could honestly sit here all day admiring him.

"Um," he looks down at me, and I realise what position we're in. We're in the middle of an airport hallway, people rushing past us to catch their flight, us running late ourselves on our flights, and I'm sitting here straddling his waist. This is certainly not the time to fantasize.