||| DISCONTINUED ||| Soccer Sisters {Neymar Jr/ Chicharito}

Part One- 17. El Clàsico

Neymar's POV

I jump around nervously in my room. June lays on my bed with Davi as they watch TV together. He's cuddling with her. I start pacing back and forth before June pulls me down on the mattress just as Davi stands up to go to the bathroom. She tosses her leg over my hip and kisses my forehead. I smile and easy a hand on her cheek. I lightly kiss her right eyebrow.

"I still can't believe you got your face stepped on," I shake my head.

"I still can't believe I didn't get a concussion," June remarks as we weave out fingers together.

"That too. God I wish I could've flown out," I say sadly, kissing her forehead. I run a finger lightly over the wound.

"There was no reason for you to fly all the way to England. I was fine. A little bruised but that's it."

"You got your face stepped. You have 15 stitches in your eyebrow and seven under your eye. June, you could've been blinded," I look at her seriously.

"But I wasn't. Besides, I wasn't bleeding that badly. A couple band aids, and I would've been fine to keep playing."

"That's such a lie! I saw a picture from Javier! Your eye was starting to swell and there was blood everywhere," I protest.

"What makes me mad is that was my first time out of the box with scouts from the US Women's National Team there. I'll be damned if that game ruined my chance to pay for them," June mutters.

"I'm sure it didn't," I say lightly.

"You never know. They've seen I'm good in the box, but they wanted to see me outside."

"You played for 53 of the 97 minutes that game went on"

"I know. I'm just worried."

"Don't be. You're one of the best goalies I've ever seen," I kiss her jaw which still shows slight signs of the trauma.

"When do we have to leave?" June asks, obviously wanting to change the subject.

"About 20 minutes. Is Lauryn with Marc?"

"Yep. He picked her up while you were in the shower. And that means I should probably go do my make up," June stands up.

"You don't need make up, baby."

"I have to cover my bruises. I can't go to Clàsico looking like a monster."

"You never look like a monster, June," I brush her arm with my fingers.

"Thanks, but I'm still bruised pretty badly. I don't go anywhere without covering that up."

June walks over to her bag, and I follow, leaving the TV on for Davi. June stands in front of the mirror and starts covering up the bruises. I rest my chin on the shoulder and wrap my arms around her waist. June laughs and turns around to kiss me. She turns back to the mirror and finishes doing her make up. June adds some black eyeliner and red lipstick. She fluffs her hair which is done up in fat curls. June pulls out a gold headband and positions it in her curls.

"Bonita."

"Obrigada," June turns her head and lightly kisses me.

"I love you, June," I smile into her lips.

"I love you too, Neymar! You better win today!"

"No pressure."

"Well you won in October before the international break and you made a gaol."

"That goal was for you, meu amour," I kiss her cheek.

"You're sweet," she smiles.

"Shall we head to Bernabéu?" I nuzzle her neck, causing her to squeal.