More than Friends (Neymar Jr. Fanfic)

Chapter 3: Always and Forever

The second half was finished and Brazil won, 2-0. Neymar had scored the first goal in the 32nd minute, and gave me a wink in celebration. I rolled my eyes, eager to return to my seat but instead I was left on the sidelines with a few intimidating coaches screaming and cursing. I caught the glance of Marianna and Adrianno and sent them a wave. The crowd was screaming and celebrating the win for their country, me along with them. A few of the players took off their shirts to exchange with the Ghana players.

"Did you enjoy it?" Ney said walking towards me, a Ghana shirt thrown over his shoulders. His body was bare, showing off his abs and biceps. I laughed at the memory of him being small and scrawny when he was a teenager. The scrawniness was still there, but I could tell he put some meat on his bones.

"I enjoyed the rest of the team. To be honest I've seen better talent on YouTube then I saw you play today," I lied. I turned around and started walking over to where Mari and Adrianno sat.

"What's it going to take to get through to you?" He called out, trying to keep up with my pace.

"Give me a million dollars and raise the dead, maybe I might even consider speaking to you," I shouted. He sighed in exasperation, then greeted my siblings. Marianna jumped over the sidelines and into the arms of Neymar as he spun her around.

Don't get jealous.

Don't. Get. Jealous.

"Oi, princesa!" Ney smiled. He put her down and walked over to where my brother stood, arms crossed over his chest. I could see the icy glare behind his eyes, but he warmed up and soon the two were in a bear hug.

Traitor.

"I missed you all so much," Neymar said. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. "We are having a party later at the hotel, you guys wanna come?"

Both of my siblings gave me a hopeful look, waiting for approval. I shook my head and mouthed "Don't you dare."

"Sure!" Mari beamed. I bit my tongue to keep myself from screaming at both of them. How dare they. Yes I was probably the bitter and most unforgiving one out of all three of us, but they knew how this would make me feel.

"Great," Neymar said, then turned to me and whispered in my ear. "Can't wait to see you there." And then he was off, leaving me steaming anger and hands curled into iron fists.

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Neymar's POV;

I couldn't help but smile on his way back to the locker room. Another day, another victory for Brasil.

"Ahhh, Neymar, I know that face," David Luiz said, patting and squeezing my cheeks. I lightly shoved his hands away and went over to my locker.

"What face?" I asked.

"The lovey dovey face, dude." David responded. I blushed, not wanting to continue the conversation. When I came back to São Paulo I wouldn't have guessed that Rosa would be so angry with me, as a matter of fact I bought she would be happy to see me. I expected Adrianno to have that reaction, knowing he was the overprotective older brother. Nevertheless, I knew that Rosa would forgive me, regardless of her emotional detachment.

"She still hates me," I said, sitting down one of the benches. I began to untie his laces and switch off my boots for the shoes I came with.

"I would too, no offense. You showed up to her house, no calls or explanation and give her tickets as an apology." Thiago Silva, called from the other side of the locker room. Soon, the conversation became aware of amongst all the players. "If I was her you wouldn't have a tongue right now." Willian nodded beside him in agreement.