As I'm sitting in front of my window-sill staring out at the beautiful morning view of São Paulo, I try to evaluate the events that occured last night whilst at the dinner party. I was still pretty overwhelmed. As Cori and I were talking in my room that night, it was around 1:00am and nearly everyone was gone. It was a pretty long dinner party, you could say.At that point in time I poured all my tears out in front of her. She was there when it happened, thankfully, that saved me from doing a lot of talking.
I shake my head clearing the thought out of my head. I swivel myself round and glance over at my alarm clock which reads 9:43am. I woke up roughly an hour ago...As my eyes scan across my room, a shudder strikes me whilst I stare straight at the corner of my room near my bed. Visions flickered in front of me from when I was sitting with Cori. I slightly winced, my head hurt.
[Flashback from the dinner party]
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I quickly glance at myself into the full mirror which is placed against the wall of the staircase, checking if my I'm looking decent enough, before heading down to open the door. My hair is plainly down, but my flowly white dress that's just-above-knee length stands out. I never actually wore makeup since... well I had nice features. My face was perfectly symmetrical, my father said. I continued to run down the stairs, busting to find out whom the first guests are.
As I pull open the door, I immediately recognize the two faces I have been desperately longing to see over these thirteen years without them. I'm in utter shock."N-Neymar! Oscar..." I hesitate. "It's you guys!" I squeal, embracing first Neymar into a tight hug. The feeling of his arm wrapped around my waist and one across my back send me shivers. I felt like a princess. I never want to let go of this. But I did. I turned to Oscar and engulfed him. I noticed when I let go of him that my hands were already shaking... from shock. Man, who would of thought seeing them would impact me like this?..
"I told you we'd come. I always keep my word." Neymar began, with a heartwarming smile. I gazed up and down his figure, while I was staring at his face, his gorgeous sparkling hazel-green mystic eyes were staring back at mine. His hair was styled.. well, sexily. His bangs which were bleached blonde sleeked on the side of his forehead nearly covering his eye. His lips... well, his lips...more plump and juicy than ever. Mmmm.
"Don't remember you being blonde.." I giggled, looking back into his eyes. "But I like it a lot. Suits you," I winked at him and he smirked back. I turned to Oscar. "You don't look too bad yourself!" I smiled at Oscar. He had this cuteness about him too. "Look at you though!" He grabbed my hand and twirled me, smiling. I giggled.
"Come on, get inside you two." I said, and quickly headed inside, over to the couch and sat down. I leaned over, covering my face with my hands. I heard the boys place themselves down on the couch opposite me.
"I've missed you guys far, far too much. It's been far, far too long and I'd hate for us to not see each other again for a very long time." I said into the palms of my hands, my voice sounding a bit muffly. But they seemed to have both understood, and they got up to sit next to me on either side and hugged me.
"(Y/N), you have no idea how much we've missed you too. Now everything's all new and different, ...I wish we'd have spent all those years up until now still sticking together. But it's none of our faults." Oscar comforted. Both of them let go of me and I removed my hands from my face. I heard footsteps run into the lounge. It was my parents with beaming faces.
"Oscar! Neymar!" they both called out, my mother immediately spreading her arms out to grab them both into a hug.
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From Beginning To End ⇢ Neymar Jr
Fanfiction(Y/N) is twenty-two years old, she has been close childhood friends with Brazilian football stars Neymar Jr and Oscar Emboaba since the age of 3. The trio were inseparable, until (Y/N) had moved from São Paulo to Barcelona. Thirteen years later, (Y...