This story is about a girl named Y/N. She is a model actress and has her own business in make up. She lives in Paris but is English. Her best friend is Kylie da Silva and Marcus Rashford. She has a boyfriend Neymar da Silva. One day she goes to her...
The next day, I woke up and I heard Neymar leave the house for training. Today is, england against brazil. I didn't really want to go, but I already had tickets so I decided to go anyway, not for Neymar, but for Marcus and Jude. I texted Kylie first if she was coming along and about yesterday.
Ky♥️
Hey ky are you coming To the match Today? X Yes x. Shall I pick you up At 5 pm? X Okay see you so x
It was now 2 pm. I was still in bed scrolling on Tiktok when I heard the bell. I was still in my pajamas, so I put on a bathrobe. I walked to the door and opened it. I saw it was Neymar. "He forgot something," he said. I let him in and went to the kitchen to make dinner. I tried to ignore him, but then suddenly his hands were on my hips. "No, stop." He continued and then I felt his lips on mine. "Neymar, stop. This is wrong. I need time," I said. "You hurt me." "Okay, you come to my match, Neymar." "Yes, but not for you, sorry." "Okay," Neymar said as he angrily walked out the door again.
I had eaten and it was 4 PM. I decided to get ready. I did my hair like this:
Ops! Esta imagem não segue nossas diretrizes de conteúdo. Para continuar a publicação, tente removê-la ou carregar outra.
My make-up like this:
Ops! Esta imagem não segue nossas diretrizes de conteúdo. Para continuar a publicação, tente removê-la ou carregar outra.
and my outfit like this (imagine wearing an england shirt with rashford):
Ops! Esta imagem não segue nossas diretrizes de conteúdo. Para continuar a publicação, tente removê-la ou carregar outra.
"It was almost time, so I went to do some quick things. Then I put on my shoes and got in the car to meet Kylie. When I arrived at Kylie's, I gave her a hug and we left for the game.
We arrived and sat down in our places (we were at the front of the field). A boy came to sit next to me. I recognized him but didn't know exactly. And then he said, "Hey, are you Y/N?" - Boy (know who this is later?)
"Yes, haha, who are you?" I replied.
"I'm Jobe Bellingham," he said.
"Omg, are you Jude's little brother?" I asked.
"Yes, hahah, how do you know him?" Jobe asked.
"Long story short, I met him yesterday at a club hahah," I replied.
"Oh, hahah, may I have your autograph?" Jobe asked.
"Yes, sure," I said and gave him my signature.
The match started. Marcus was up against Neymar, and I saw that Neymar was not himself today, but I needed time. It was the 36th minute, and Neymar scored. Brazil 1-0. It was halftime, and I decided to go to Marcus. I couldn't find him, but then I saw Jude. I walked up to him and said, "Hey, Jude."
"Hey, y/n," Jude replied.
"I just met your little brother hahah," I said.
"Omg hahah, he is a huge fan of yours," Jude said.
"Yes, he said haha," I replied.
"JUDEE COMMEE!" the England coach shouted.
"I have to go," Jude said.
"Yes, it will be fine. You can," I replied and gave him a hug.
"Thanks, bye Jude."
"The 2nd half started. It was the 76th minute and KANEEE SCORETTT - it was 1-1 again. At the 90th minute, Jude was tackled very hard which forced him to left the field as he was injured. We got 8 minutes extra time, ANDD THE 97 minutestttt RASHFORD SCORETTTTTT - 2-1 FOR England. And then we heard the end Signal. I ran to Rashford then and gave him a hug. Neymar was crying. I decided to go to him. Hey Ney. Hey what's up? - Neymar. Are you OK? Do I look okay? - Neymar. Sorry to take my time, but you get the point, right? Yes, but why do you have to go straight to someone else? - Neymar. What do you mean? Do you think I don't see it between you and Jude Bellingham? - Neymar. Normally, I act fine when you're angry, but you don't have to act so jealous. You're the one who made the mistake here, I didn't. I really loved you, so act normal. Suddenly, you became very dizzy. Everything went black, and I fell to the ground. From there, I couldn't remember anything."
