Football Short Stories

That's Why - Neymar Jr.

This was requested by Chocochippanda, I did my best, hope you like it babe :)

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"Which one do you think I should wear Ney, the blue or the red one?"

Neymar shot up from the bed he was laying on, getting in a seating position to look at his best friend. She was standing in the middle of her bedroom, in her light pink dressing gown, showing him two hangers that held, on the right, a royal blue, bustier, slightly embellished dress and on the left a bright red, one-shoulder, draped dress.

He stared at her with an unimpressed expression and then dropped "I really really don't care Jenna"

Jenna sighed and rolled her eyes, even though she was used to him acting all jaded and cynical whenever she was invited out on dates.

"Come on Neymar, I'm asking for your opinion!" she pleaded pouting her lips.

"Well, if you want me to be completely honest..." he said tilting his head, scrutinizing the two dresses "The blue one looks like a prom dress and the red one looks like a toga"

Jenna sighed heavily a second time and shoved the dresses back into her closet "Alright, the green one it is" she said taking out a sleeveless, dark green, lace dress.

"Ugh, this one makes you look like a leaf" Neymar scowled.

"A leaf?!" Jenna repeated in shock "How dare you, this is a Valentino!"

"I don't care if it's designer" he smirked "It still looks like you're going to a costume party dressed as a potted plant"

Jenna had to hold herself from bursting in laughter at his comparison "Potted plant it is" she smirked defiantly and locked herself in the bathroom to get changed.

Neymar laid back down on Jenna's bed and stared at the ceiling until she came out with the dress on. She walked over to her dressing table and started working on her makeup, frequently asking Neymar for advice, as if he could be of any help when it came to shades of lipstick or smudgy eyeliner.

"I hate it when you treat me like your gay best friend" he grumbled after she asked him if her foundation line was too obvious.

"But you are my best friend" she smirked putting a few strokes of mascara on her eyelashes.

"Yeah but I'm not the slightest bit gay" he groaned "How the hell would I know anything about your makeup crap?"

"Oh honey" she snorted "I know that perfectly well and if I ask for your advice, it doesn't mean I'll take it into consideration"

"So that's why you still wore that dress, even after I told you, you looked like walking-talking parsley in it?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"You got it" she smirked getting on her feet "I still love you though"

"You better" he said more amused than anything else.

She smiled and stood in front of him so he could get a full look at her "So what do you think?" she asked making a full twirl.

"Well other than the fact that your dress looks like it's made out of herbs..."

"I got your point!" she laughed "Leave my dress out of it, I'm asking about the overall look. Do I look okay?"

"Well... I mean yeah, but what the hell happened to your hair though?" he frowned.

"What's wrong with my hair?" she said furrowing her eyebrows.