More than Friends (Neymar Jr. Fanfic)

Chapter 9: Food Fight

Flashback: 7 years ago

"Faster, Neymar!" I squealed as my hair flailed in front of my face.

"You're choking me Rosa," he whined. He had walked almost half a mile carrying me on his back while I beamed in joy because I beat him in a bet. We played one on one in his backyard, and if he won; I had to finish his homework. If I won, he would have to carry me all the way up the block and buy ice cream for the both of us.

"Don't complain, I don't weigh that much anyway," I grinned ear to ear and contined wrapping my arms around Neymar's neck as he struggled to open the door to the ice cream parlor. I rested my chin on top of what used to be his brown curly hair, and smiled at the lady at the counter.

"How adorable!" She laughed. "Are you two on a date?" I nearly choked on air, and pressed my lips together from saying something stupid. I was only fourteen, dating wasn't my concern at the moment, but my heart fluttered at the thought of dating Ney.

"No, we're just friends," I said fixating my eyes on the menu. I felt him stir underneath me, but at the time I figured it was simply because he had trouble carrying me. "What do you want?" I asked Neymar.

"Anything,' he replied. I sighed in annoyance; like that was supposed to make it easier for me to decide.

"I can't choose between chocolate chip, mint, and butter pecan. But since you're paying, I guess we can buy all three."

He payed the woman, who denied the cash. "You keep your money," she had said. "It's not very often I get to see such young love pass through here."

"Oh, we're not in love, senhora. We're just friends," Neymar said, as he rest me down onto the ground.

"Give it a couple years, menino. I've lived long enough to know love when I see it." She grinned once more and went to service another customer. We carried our ice cream over to an empty parlor and sat down.

"Well, that was weird," I said as I began to grab a spoon. I took a scoop out of the butter pecan and nearly gagged at the taste. He took my arm and began tracing a pattern of letters on my arm, a secret language we did when we didn't want anyone to know what we were talking about.

Old People are weird, I giggled as he finished, his scrawny fingers feeling cool against my warm skin.

"So...what did you want to tell me?" I asked, remembering our conversation from earlier. He had been in a strange mood all day. It concerned me how happy he was; then when he looked at me he would quickly look away.

On the bright side, the chocolate chip ice cream was delicious.

"I want to go play for Santos when I'm old enough." He twirled the spoon in his mouth and moaned in delight. I sighed in exasperation; I had only heard of his dream a million times. I knew he had the potential to be the best, he simply was the best.

But I knew he was going to leave, and I wouldn't see him for a while.

"This is delicious!" He said, eyeing my mood. I smirked, despite the rolling in my stomach. If I lost him, I didn't know what I would do. I took another scoop and let the cold melt in my mouth.

"Okay, we are definitely getting this flavor next time," I smiled engulfing my self in the creaminess.

"Yeah, this could be our special flavor," he said, slurping the ice cream soup, mixing some of it with mint ice cream.

"We can call it Roseymar!" I laughed.

"I was thinking Ney the Awesome's flavor, but okay," I kicked from under the table and smiled gingerly. He returned the favor, and my heart fluttered as he winked at me.