Neymar's P.O.V
It'a been a while now, and I'm freaking out. She's still deciding. What if she blows me off? It took a lot of courage to tell her how I feel towards her, and now I don't know if that was necessarily the best choice.
"Neymar?" I heard a voice call from downstairs.
It was Ally.
I rolled off my bed, almost falling off mind you, and a second away from slipping when on my feet. Luckily, caught myself and stumbled quickly towards the door, followed by a sprint down the stairs.
"Yes?" I said trying to hide myself panting.
She raised an eyebrow, "Did you run a marathon, before getting here or something?"
"I guess you can call rolling off my bed, almost landing on my rear end, almost slipping on absolutely nothing, stumbling towards the door, and running down the stairs some type of marathon...or training exercise." I lightly smiled.
"Ney, I..I think I wanna try this."
"Try what?"
"Try us."
I beamed. She smiled back.
I wrapped her into a hug, "I was afraid you'd blow me off."
"Well, you are a loser." I pulled away.
"Lucky for you, I like losers like you." she smiled.
"I'm glad, cause I like losers like you too."
"But..I'm scared. I don't want to rush into things."
"Don't worry, if you ever trip, I'll let you face plant, and laugh." I started to laugh.
she giggled, and pushed me away, "Loser, you just ruined the moment."
"Wait, wait," I pulled her close, and wrapped my arms around her, "You know I'm joking right?"
"Yes idiot, I know. And why aren't you gone?"
"We have a gathering, party, get together-whatever you wanna call it tonight. Practice starts tomorrow."
"Alright, well, Davi is with his momma?"
"Rafaella. So it's just me and you."
"...And all the 50 other people. We're going to the gathering tonight."
I groaned, "I wanted to spend alone time with you."
"Sucks doesn't it?" she smiled, and skipped up the stairs.
"You know, you still haven't answered my question!" I yelled up the stairs.
"And what was that?" she replied.
"When I kissed you, did you like it?!"
"No, it sucked!"
"I knew you loved it!" I chuckled.
"Rolls the eyes!"
"You know you love me!"
"That, my friend, is debatable!" she called back.
"You lie!"
"I want fry!"
"Hungry?"
"Veeeeeeeeeeeeery!" she slid down the stairs, on a bin cap.
"That's not a sled." I laughed.
"Sure, could be a good one. You should try it sometime." she smirked.
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"I'm not going."
"Júnior, you have to." Rafaella argued.
"Why?"
"Because I want to go." Rafaella complained.
"And I want to go too." Ally added.
"Same here." Camila called out from the living room.
"And we're not going to show up without you." Rafaella stated.
"We'll look like idiots. We're not even on the team!" Camila said.
"That's enough," Ally stood up, "This boy is going whether he likes it or not."
I heard Ally march upstairs, and I stepped out quickly.
"You little-" she started.
I chuckled.
"You got dressed up already!"
"I would never, argue with three women, which I'm sure can beat me up. I'd end up being dragged out anyway."
"True, true. Now let's go and have the time of our lives."
"Right behind you beautiful."
~
Allyson's P.O.V
"Is that who I think it is?"
"Omg!"
"It is!" Camila squealed.
"Long time no see!" I hugged her.
"Oh my! I missed you so much Ally, Camila!"
"We missed you too Bruna."
Yes, Bruna Marquezine.
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Yayyyy. (P.S Whoever had a username of @mandygma let me know, I wanted to dedicate this chap to them , but I can't seem to find them.)Sorry, I'm late...buuuuuuuuuuut better late than, never right? I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I have a new updating schedule so yay. Yes, that's right Bruna knows Ally & Camila, Ally & Camila, know Bruna. Do you think Ney knows about this? What do you think his thoughts on this are? See y'all soon, please read, vote, comment!
~Sina :P
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Don't Turn Away ||neymar jr||
FanfictionAllyson Hernandez, is a 22-year-old latina girl (Spanish/Brazilian), who recently moved to Brazil with her best friend Camila, to visit her uncle Luiz Scolari. Who just so happens, to be the coach of The Brazilian National Football Team. Having an u...