The Chase. (Neymar Fanfiction)

Seven.

        After countless hours of laying on the couch and watching various movies--Neymar was thankful for the few Portuguese channels he could find in Barcelona, even if they weren't Brasilian Portuguese--He decided that he should probably start to prep before Davi Lucca and Carolina came to stay.

            Neymar had to admit to himself that he could be a pretty sloppy guy when it came to his house, there were always dishes to be done, dirty laundry in the hamper, some garbage laying around, and he couldn't even remember the last time he had made his bed. Typically he didn't have many visitors. Which gave him little motivation to clean up anything. Although every time Carolina or Davi came to see him he always cleaned the house. He wasn't sure Carolina would approve of an environment that was less than cleanly for their son. She was always adamant about everything being spick and span, needless to say she was a bit of a germaphobe. 

            Reluctantly, pulling himself off the couch, Neymar walked himself to the kitchen. He  stared at the tower of cups and plates piled into the sink. It's really time to start using paper, He thought to himself.

            He began to slowly rinse off the remains of this week's meals. Milk and various juices from all the cups, pequi, rice, beans, feijoada, pizza, and many other scraps made their way down the garbage disposal. Neymar carefully set each dish into the dishwasher--mostly because he was feeling sluggish--and inserted a pod of detergent and started the machine. He knew he probably wouldn't have them done by the time he had to leave the house, but he hoped either way it would appear as if he regularly did his dishes.

            The next thing he wanted to do was check on the laundry. He looked over the bedroom floor surrounding his closet. It was invisible, covered with T-shirts, shorts, pants, sweats, socks and every other article of clothing imaginable. One of Neymar's least favorite things to do was hang anything on a hanger or fold anything into the drawer. His remedy for this was to throw anything he pulled from the closet or dresser, clean or not, on the floor. Scooped up the mounds of clothes and shoved them into the hamper in the laundry room. After three trips, the hamper looked as if it could easily throw up more than half of its contents. I'm a busy person, He thought, surely Carolina will understand if I go through a lot of clothes.

            He was also sure that if she saw the amount of garbage laying around she would not be happy. However, Neymar, knowing he was a messy guy, tried to contain anything that dealt with garbage in the living room. That way heaps of trash wouldn't collect over the entirety of his apartment.  Package opening,  snacking, and all types of work were always done in his living room. He pulled he garbage can from under the sink and began to tackle the trash. He wrapped one arm around all the garbage on the table, and pulled it toward the other arm that was holding the trash can. He picked up the debris that sat on the couches and laid on the floor. Once it had collected it all the trash was almost filled to the brim, but for time's sake Neymar shoved it back under the sink.

            Automatically he shrugged off the idea of making his bed. Him and Davi would be sleeping in it as soon as they got back. Of course, Davi had his own little room at the apartment, but Neymar liked to take advantage of the fact that his little boy still wanted to share a bed with at least one of his parents most of the time. He looked at the clock, he had only about an hour and a half before their flight would land at nine. With that in mind, Neymar went out to the car to start the nect part of today's plan.

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            The small cream house stared at him through his car window. He wasn't in the best neighborhood in Barcelona, but he wasn't in the worst. All the windows were barred and  gates surrounded every house in the neighborhood. Neymar thought maybe she wasn't home due to the lack of cars, but a small light peeking out from the top right room told him otherwise.