Déjà Vu (Neymar)

Chapter 65: Closure

I heard a knock on my door which startled me.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's me, sis," Adrian said.

"What do you want?" I asked, but he entered my room without answering and looked around.

"You have finally decided to clean the pig stable you call your room," he smirked.

"Adrian, your room looks a million times worse," I said and rolled my eyes.

"I'm glad that my sis didn't lose her feistiness," he chuckled.

"Idiot!" I said with a small smile.

"I was wondering if you want to go out with Gia, her friend, and me? We are going to the movies and then hanging out at the beach"

"I don't really feel like it, but thanks for asking"

"Come on sis, you need the distraction"

"What did mom tell you?" I groaned.

"She just said that I should take you out"

"Well, I want to stay in my room"

"And do what? You have already cleaned it," he frowned.

"Uhm...stuff," I mumbled.

"Olive, you are coming! Get dressed, you have half an hour!" he said and walked out of my room before I could respond.

I groaned out loud in frustration because I didn't want to go out. I wanted to stay in my room and drown in my sorrow and misery, but that's just pathetic, right? So I sighed and got dressed.

I didn't do much effort and wore something casual.

"Adrian, I'm ready," I yelled in front of his room.

"5 minutes," he yelled back from his room.

"Such a diva!" I yelled.

I heard him chuckle, but he walked out of his room a minute later.

"What the hell are you wearing?" he frowned.

"Clothes?"

"Your pajamas look better than what you are wearing now," he said sarcastically.

"I don't have to impress anyone, so this will do," I groaned.

"I'm not taking you out like this, what will Gia and her friend think?" he frowned

"Do I look that bad?" I asked, confused.

"Even a potato sack looks better!" he smirked.

"Adrian!" I yelled.

"Go, get changed now!" he demanded.

I rolled my eyes and walked into my room. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that he had been right. I looked like a homeless person. I sighed and grabbed a pair of black tights and a cute purple dress.

[ Neymar's POV ]

"Shots!" I yelled.

"Bro, go easy on the alcohol," Gil said and grabbed my shoulder.

"Alcohol wasn't invented to go easy on," I smirked.

It was poker night with the guys and we were having a lot of fun.

"Cheers!" we yelled in unison as we gulped the vodka shots down our throats.

"I'm so losing this!" Jo groaned.

"You always lose Jo," I teased.

"This time you'll lose with me," he said and rolled his eyes.

"Neymar Jr. never loses!" I yelled and stuck my tongue out.