Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 2- No Rechazame

*Present Day*

"You what?!" Declain screeched, clearly infuriated with Neymar's previous question. It was obvious that Neymar cared for her, and it only made Declain more angry. "Please,bro let me-" "I'm not you're fucking bro!" He interjected,nothing but venom slewed from his perfect mouth.

"Declain," he breathed deeply and began doubting that his plan would work. Declain, being as Belle's second dad, loathed Neymar from the start. He wasn't going to pretend he hasn't noticed the looks he'd receive everytime he stepped foot into their house or the negative attention he'd get when Declain and his crew would stroll passed him in the hallways. Declain wouldn't dare to fight him though,he was much smaller than him in height and physique.

"I have spare money ever since I started playing with Santos. They want me to play for Brazil too, let me take care of her!" Declain remained quiet,only trying to fight back rage that was scratching the inside of his lips begging to get out. "We have plenty of money." His voice cracked as it always did when a lie was being told. "I know her medical bills are expensive. Please, let me help! I can get a doctor to visit her everyday to help her regain her memory."

"He should do it." A voice came from behind. A woman who looked to be in her mid 40s stood before them with her arms crossed and a genuine look on her face. She had the same deep brown eyes like Belle's and the same curly hair only a tad longer. "Ma-" She placed a finger on her own full lips signaling Declain to let her speak.

"We've known Neymar here for years now and we know he's trying to help." She turned her full attention to Neymar. "How long are you willing to keep her for, Neymar?"

He shrugged and from the corner of his eyes,he spotted Belle at the top of the staircase with a dissatisfied expression on her face. He looked up at her and focused on her eyes.

"As long as it takes."

*4 years ago.*

Belle kicked Neymar's foot lightly as they layed on the soft grass. "You have huge feet." She began giggling to herself as he continued to stare up at the cloudless sky. "Big feet, big feet!" Her giggles changed to fits of laughter and caught Neymar's attention. "You're so werid."

Her hands grazed the tips of his hair, "Yeah, I'm the werid one!"

"Hey now!" He spoke in fake anger, "Don't touch the do or you're going to get it!"

She forced a frown and turned the other direction. Her hand slid over his shoulders and flew up to his hair and pulled it. "Ow! That's it!" She screamed and began running. A smile creeped onto his face as he saw her running from him. He jumped to his feet and followed her until he got close enough to grab her from behind. More screams and giggles came from her as he picked her up and wrapped her in a cradle motion.

""Let go of me, fat ass!" She could barely breathe with her laughing so hard. It was wonderful hanging out with Neymar. She never had the paranoia of being bad mouthed by him or judged,he was just honest, fun,silly...just Neymar.

"Not until you say 'Neymar is the most handsome boy in the world.' He held her tightly in his arms,almost afraid to let her go. "Neymar is the most handsome boy in the world." She giggled. Her hands were wrapped around his neck as his hands held her body safely and firm. He looked down and met her eyes, "Belle Torres is the most beautiful girl in the world."