More than Friends (Neymar Jr. Fanfic)

Prologue:

My dreams of raspberry bushes and a dancing clown came to an abrupt stop as my alarm clock blared a frustrating toon. I slammed my hand down on my cell phone to mute it, and rolled off if my bed onto the cold hardwood floor carrying the white sheets with me. I wasn't ready for today, and I sure as hell wasn't looking forward to unfolding myself from the burrito of coverlets I had wrapped myself into. I unsuccessfully dragged myself to the bathroom and found a piece of paper weighed down by a soap bar on the sink.

Went out, be back before noon. I left some breakfast in the kitchen, your favorite :) -Mari.

I smiled but then sighed, crumpled the note and threw it into the dust bin. Where the hell would my 17 year-old sister need to go at 8 in the morning in the middle of summer? Normally teenagers slept till 4 in the afternoon, but not my sister, Dora the fucking explorer. Ignoring the incoming migraine, I brushed my teeth and pulled my chestnut colored hair into a ponytail behind my head. A few more photoshoots, and I was free. I stared into the mirror and could barely recognize the person staring back. I was tired, exhausted, the only part of my body that emitted happiness was my light blue eyes that I inherited from my mother. My round face is what made my sister and I look So much alike, only her hair was pin straight while I had curly locks.

My head perked up at the sound of something rustling in the living room. We didn't have a dog, and Marianna was define toy not home yet. So, using my survival instincts, I crept over beside my bed and grabbed the cricket bat from where it lay. If anyone had the nerve to try and rob us, I wasn't going down without a fight. I slowly tiptoed out of my room, and into the hallway. Marianna's room, all clear. I peered into my older brothers room and let out a breath. He wouldn't be back till his shift ended at six. His bed was ruffled and his room was a hot mess. I made a mental note to nag the hell out of him later.

All right Rosa, deep breath, I told myself, the cricket bat raised so that my arms were leveled with my head.

I quickly took a glance at the kitchen and bit back a scream. Someone had eaten my goddamn Cheerios and left the box open. Do these people not know what mice are?

Whoever this intruder was, I was prepared to beat the shit out of him for the infestation he would soon cause.

I heard the rustling once again, from the around the corner. When I heard their footsteps loom closer, I tightened my grip on the bat, and swung mercilessly through the air. A surprising yelp told me I had hit my target.

"Don't," Swing. "You." Swing. "Ever." Swing, "Touch." Swing. "My." Swing. "Fucking." Swing. "Cheerios!"

I let out each word, pausing to beat my intruder. He pushed out his hands trying to conceal his face.

"Hey! Stop it Rosa! It's me! It's me!" I stopped to take a breath, my arms feeling soar, and I felt my whole world stop, a flash of guilt washing over me.

He wasn't an intruder. The man that I nearly beat into a pulp, was my friend from childhood. My best friend. He uncovered his hands from his face, proving my accusations to be true.

"Neymar?"

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Authors note:

Hi!!!!!!! That was my first chapter,or promo I guess for the next. I'm sorry it was short and ill be posting the next chapter soon. Much love,

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