Neymar’s POV:
Wow. Kylie. Kylie. That was all I could think about tonight. After Marc interrupted us, we danced for a while. She danced with almost the entire team. She looked amazing, and she looked genuinely happy. She had to leave with her friend Savannah, and I didn’t have time to ask for her number. I hope I get to see her again. Something about her intrigues me. I can already sense something different about her. And her Portuguese is pretty good for a California girl.
“Daddy! Daddy!” I heard Davi yelling as he ran into the living room.
“Hey little man! How’s my little boy?” I turned around to find Rafaella tossing her keys on the counter.
“Thanks for taking care of him today” I said to Rafa.
“No problem. You won today and you deserved to party. But now tell me, who’s your new girlfriend?” Rafa said excitedly.
“What are you talking about? I don’t have a new girlfriend,” I said ruffling Davi’s hair.
“But what about that picture that was all over Twitter and Instagram? It was you and some girl,” she replied.
“What picture?! I didn’t know there was a picture!” I yelled.
I picked up my laptop from the coffee table and logged into Twitter. The number one trending topic was #NeymarandKylie. How did they find out what her name was? I clicked on the hashtag and saw a picture of Kylie and I dancing. Some fan that was in the club must’ve taken the picture. Rafa came and sat next to me.
“So she’s not your girlfriend?” she asked.
“Of course she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a girl that I met. We sort of became friends. But she was just celebrating with the team. She wasn’t just dancing with me; she was dancing with the entire team. How did they even find out what her name was?” I said exasperated.
“Woah. Dude. Calm down. You’re gonna scare Davi. First of all, you need to contact this girl and tell her that you had nothing to do with it. Second, you know that your fans know everything. They’re better than the FBI. Once the picture was posted, they did their research. All you need to do now is tell the fans that you’re single and there is nothing going on between you and this Kylie girl.”
“You’re right. But how do I contact her? I don’t have her number,” I said looking up towards my sister.
“Maybe look her up. Her first name is Kylie. Look to see of she follows you and you’ll find her. I’m gonna go put Davi to bed. Come on baby. Say goodnight to daddy,” Rafaella said picking Davi up.
“Goodnight daddy,” Davi said quietly.
“Goodnight baby. I love you,” I said kissing his head.
I picked up my laptop again and searched Kylie. There were about 15 Kylies that were following me. I had to look through all of their profile pictures to find the Kylie from the club. Kylie Antonelli de Fuentes. She must have Latino parents. I followed her and quickly direct messaged her.
@neymarjr: Hey Kylie. I saw the picture and I wanted to let you know that I had nothing to do with the picture.
I waited for about three minutes before I got a response.
@kylieantonellI: No worries. But how did everyone find out my name? And I’m getting a lot of followers that ask me if I’m dating you. I’ve said no btw.
@neymarjr: I have no idea, but I’m gonna tweet about it. Can I have your number?
What was I doing? I hope that she doesn’t think I’m weird. Hopefully she’ll give it to me, and we can talk more.
@kylieantonellI: yeah sure. 555-1110.
Wow. She gave it to me.
@neymarjr: thanks. I’ll text you
I pulled out my phone and made a new contact. Her last four digits were my jersey numbers. 11 for Barcelona and 10 for Brazil.
N: Hey Kylie. It’s me, Neymar.
K: Hi. It’s crazy how fast your fans found out my name.
N: Yeah. They do this all the time. But I love them. Hey can I ask you something?
K: Yeah?
N: Would you like to go out for some coffee tomorrow?
K: Yeah sure. Where?
N: We could go to Starbucks. The one on Paris Rd. At 12.
K: Ok. That’s cool. I’ll see you tomorrow.
I was going to see her again. I was going to get to know her. Rafaella came back into the room.
“Did you find her?”
“Yeah. I got her number too. We’re gonna go get some coffee.”
“So you do have a thing for her. You little liar. I’m glad that you’ve got a love life.”
“Hey! I’ve just been busy with this thing called a job.”
“Yeah yeah. Whatever. Anyway tell me about this Kylie you met. What do you like about her?”
“Well she enjoys the sport I play. She plays too. She’s really pretty too. I want to get to know her. Something about her interests me.”
“Aw. You have it bad for her. And you just met her. “
“Yeah. And she lives in Los Angeles too. She’s only here for a month.”
“Oh gosh. Wow.”
“Yeah. I know. What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I have to go help a friend with something. So I can’t take care of Davi tomorrow.”
“How’d you know I was gonna ask you that?”
“Because you’re my brother. And you said you were going on that coffee date with Kylie.”
“Yeah. Ok. You got me. I’ll take him with me. I’m gonna call my manager to have him fix the rest of the scandal with the picture.”
“Alright.”
“Hey. You can stay here. I don’t want you out at night driving.”
“Okay Dad!”
“You know I love you.”
“Love you too.”
I did a couple of calls and finally got around to tweeting.
@neymarjr
Just to clear things up; I do not have a girlfriend. ;)
After all of that was done, it was about 5 am. I was ready to sleep.
(A/N: I hope that was long enough. So Ney and Kylie are gonna go on a date together. Who’s excited? I’m working on the next chapter. I hope to update tomorrow! Xoxo!)
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Should I Stay?
Fanfic"I have to go," I said. "Kylie please. Just stay with me," Neymar pleaded. Should I stay?
