More than Friends (Neymar Jr. Fanfic)

Chapter 8: Cheerios and Videogames

This was officially the largest home I had ever been in. I let out a groan, trying to extend my hand so I could reach the box of Cheerios that was beckoning me to eat them. My shirt rode up my stomach, the more I tried to reach, and I mumbled a curse, wishing that my growth spurt was a little more generous.

"Is that my precious Rosalina?" I whipped my head around and jumped into the arms of a familiar face.

"Neymar Sr!" I shrieked, giving him a bear hug. He was like a second father to me, but more stern on his kids. "Don't you have managing work to do today?" I asked, pulling down my shirt.

"Yes, I just wanted to say hello before I left. My God, you've gotten so big! How tall are you now?" He joked. I playfully punched his arm. He was doing well for a father who just found out his son wasn't going to be playing for the remainder of the World Cup. My heart still ached from the news.

"How is my princesa and Adrianno doing?"

"They're great! Mari is still-Mari," he chuckled. "And Adrianno just got signed to play for Santos!"

"That's absolutely fantastic, that boy is going to be big one day, I promise you," he looked at his watch and gave me another hug before leaving the house.

Okay, plan A was completed; say hello to your practical family.

Plan B: find out how the hell I was going to get these Cheerios from the top shelf. I looked around Neymar's house. Surely there must be a ladder around here somewhere. I grabbed a chair from the dining room table, and quietly dragged it over to the counter, careful not to wake Ney up. The doctors suggested plenty of sleep, and his dad suggested that I used this to my own advantage and spent time with him.

My first option would have been to climb up on the counters, but the last thing I wanted was to get footprints all over the granite that I'm sure cost more than my house.

I balanced myself on the chair, putting one foot up on the head so I could reach higher. I opened up the cabinets and let my fingers grasp onto the yellow box.

"What the hell are you doing?" I slipped backwards and grimaced in pain as I hit the floor. The first thing I saw was Neymar looking down on me, dressed only in boxers and a back brace. He held out his hand and I used it to hoist myself up.

"Are you okay?" He asked. My cheeks grew hot in embarassment, of course I had to slip and fall on my ass. Well done, Rosa.

"Fine. It's just that normally in movies the handsome strangers catches the damsel in distress and sweeps her away." I said brushing my shorts off, although I'm sure the only thing that got on them was PineSol residue.

"Are you calling me handsome?" He smirked and winked at me.

"Well, by handsome I was expecting more of a Zac Efron, or Chris Hemsworth, but whatever." I looked back up the box of Cheerios as it laughed down it me. It's okay, I was going to devour that shit later. I turned back back to Neymar, who had his eyes locked on mine.

"You could have just asked for help, you know."

"You're supposed to be in bed for the next few days, asking for help didn't exactly top the list." I sighed, Cheerios had one this battle, but they wouldn't win the next I swore on it. I settled for a banana and chomped down on it. "Speaking of being in bed," I said, throwing out the peel. "Why aren't you in one right now?"

"Waiting for you to join."

"Don't be an ass." I walked over to the refridgerator and surveyed all of it's contents. Eggs, bacon, milk, cheese. "Well, if you're just going to stand their like that, I'll just make breakfast. How does an omelette sound?

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"For the last time, we are not watching Spongebob reruns." I argued, on the verge to pull my hair out. It's been 20 minutes. Twenty fucking minutes and we still couldn't decide on what to watch. I had to hoist him onto his feet everytime he needed to piss, cook for him, feed him his pills, and do not get me started on fetching him the fucking remote because I was two seconds away from storming out of the house. At least with Mari and Adrianno they could dress themselves.

This was feeling more like baby-sitting than "spending quality time."

I really hope I'm getting payed for this.

"Well I'm not going to watch Frozen. Davi made me watch it a million times, Americana."

"Hey! Frozen is a quality movie."

"And Spongebob isn't a quality show?"

"No." I bellowed, rolling my eyes. This was pointless, and I was frustrated. I tied my hair into a ponytail and plopped myself onto the couch.

"Well, we could play FIFA," Neymar suggested, his head resting on my lap. I pushed away the temptation of moving away after remembering what he said yesterday. Brazil's next match was against Germany, and as much as my heart was rooting for Brazil, we all knew the outcome. I think Ney knew it too, he just wanted to keep his faith alive, one thing I admired about him.

"Why, I'd hate to kick your ass once again," I smiled at him.

"Is that a challenge?" He asked. "Grabbed the remote controls."

Who was I to lie and say that I wasn't confident? Because I was. I lived and breathed FIFA. Adrianno taught me everything I knew and I taught Mari everything I knew. We were badass when it came to Xbox.

But that was the problem, when it came to Xbox.

I stared down at the Playstation controllers, it's buttons and joysticks were unfamiliar. Why the hell were there shapes instead of letters? Why the hell did I let my ego get ahead of my common sense? Again?

"What's wrong?" Neymar asked as I handed him the stupid controller. If the damn object could laugh, trust me, it would.

"I don't know how to play." I gritted between my teeth.

"You didn't sound like that twenty minutes ago."

"Yes, because twenty minutes ago, I assumed you had an Xbox. But once again, you failed to reach my expectations," he chuckled and I sat down next to him. He wraped his arm around my shoulder, resting my fingers on the colored buttons. His fingers felt warm on top of mine, and I tried to hide a blush, but I'm sure he already noticed. Our faces were mere inches apart, and I could feel his breath on my neck. My blood pounded in my ears, the familiar feeling of butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"Circle is to shoot," he whispered gazing into my eyes. The sunlight made it sparkle a golden green. If we were any closer, I would have his lips on mine.

Don't go soft yet, Rosa.

I pulled away, and cleared my throat, cheeks getting hot. "I think I got it now, thanks."

"Alrighty then," he said turning on the game. "Let's begin."

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