The Chase. (Neymar Fanfiction)

Two.

        "Here we are, the glorious bar" she announced with a big smile. Neymar couldn't figure it out, but there was something different about this girl. It was something he hadn't experienced recently. Unlike most girls these days she wasn't showing him off, asking him question after question about his life or trying to grab on to her own fifteen minutes of fame. All she did was run and dance and sing down the street. She was so different from his past interests.

        They walked past the bouncer, who's jaw was on the floor at the sight of Neymar. "Don't mind my friend here, Julio, he won't cause any trouble I swear" she laughed and they walked through the doors. The entire bar was loud and bright. Lights were flashing everywhere. She put a hand up to her forehead, looking for her companions. “There! There they are!” She gave him a big smile, then grabbed his hand and chased off.

        “Amigos! Amigas!” She announced as she approached a group of giggling girls. “Sorry I'm late, I had a run in.”

        The girls looked past her, staring at the footballer at her side.

        “Is that?” One asked.

        “Are you...?”

        “Oh, yeah. This is my new friend.” The group continued to stare. “He is in the process of convincing me he is Neymar Jr.” She passively indicated as she sat. Her friends gawked, could she really be here with a famous footballer, and not know? Impossible.

        “Well, the last time I went home. My pai and mãe still called me Neymar, menina.” He laughed back. “What's it going to take to convince you I am who I say I am?”

        “Oh, you're fun. I'm not interested in knowing if you are Neymar or not.” She laughed “I only care how fun you are” She stopped, and said “you know, let's get something to drink.” As she shot up, lead him to the bar, people were turning, looking and taking pictures from all over the bar.

        “You know, keep grabbing my hands and tomorrow it will be in the tabloids that you're my girlfriend.” He smiled. This girl was crazy. He had never met someone that didn't know he was Neymar da Silva Santos Junior, or more importantly someone who didn't care. He wasn't quiet sure how to convince anyone of his identity. He looked around, this girl was ordering some drinks for the two of them. Her hand still in his.

        “I would have asked what you like, but I believe surprises are the best thing this world has to offer.” She gave him a grin and handed him his drink. “Drink up, football star!” she laughed and downed her drink. Neymar watched and drank his own drink.

        “Rum con limón?” he asked the blonde.

        “Well, yes, it's a personal favorite.” She smiled.

        “Not bad!” He said taking another drink. “What is it you like to do in bars like this anyway? You don't strike me as a bar girl.”

        She stared and him and asked “well what kind of girl do I strike you as?” she asked grabbing two more drinks for the pair. “I don't think I've ever had anyone tell me I didn't look like I belong in a bar.”

        “I think you look more high class than a bar to me.” He replied.

        “Well” she pondered “I suppose you are right, Mr. Neymar, I mostly spend my time doing whatever comes up next, tonight it happened to be going to the bar.”

        “Okay. Well do you do anything besides waitressing?” He took another drink.

        “I used to” she answered “I was trying to find myself as an artist. I was an art major at Universitat de Barcelona, but that's all over now.”

        “What do you mean it's over?” He wondered.

        “Oh nothing” she stared off into the crowd “do you dance?”

        “Of course I dance, I'm from Brasil, remember?”

        “Right.” She smiled “Then let's dance.”

* * *

        They danced throughout the night, spinning and twirling and laughing. Neymar was mesmerized by the girl. She could keep up with him, she was almost better. Never had he experienced anyone who just wanted to dance, girls always tried to get more out of him. He enjoyed this so much more. She was so much more fun than any girl he had ever encountered. It was so simple, just a few drinks and dancing. No fancy dinners, yachts, or limos.

She stopped and turned to him “What time is it?”

        “Midnight, why?”

        “Oh my, oh my oh my oh my, I'm sorry football star, I have to go right now.”

        “Don't go Cinderella, I didn't catch your name."

        "Don't worry I did not say.” Just like that, she disappeared into the crowd.