Mr. Brightside || João Félix

F I F T Y - N I N E

"Phone away," Cris says as he looks over at me.

I ignore him and read over João's message. "Dad," Cris says snitching me out.

I glare at him, "it's João," I say holding my phone out.

My dad nods at me allowing me to respond. I stick my tongue out at Cris and then I get in trouble by our avó. Cris snickers to himself while I finish replying.

João <3

João: Where'd you go :(

Me: Sorry baby, couldn't sleep, came down to breakfast with our families.

João: Where ?
Are you guys leaving already ?

Me: Hotel buffet
Come down please 😚

João: Omw 🫡

Me: Send a kiss back :(

João: 😘

Me: Nvm

João: What ?

Me: I don't like that kissy face :(

João: 😚
You're such a child

Me: I love you

João: I love you

A few minutes go by and João arrives greeting everyone. I get up and head over with him so he can fix himself a plate.

"You haven't eaten ?" He asks as he sees me grab a plate for myself.

"I have, I'll grab some dessert to join you though," I tell him.

"How are you feeling ?" He asks.

"Fine," I shrug, "but I'm not playing a World Cup final today," I laugh, "how are you feeling ?"

"Ready," he says picking at my brownie as we walk back to the table.

I smile at him ignoring the fact that he just picked at my brownie. I take my seat once again in between Cris and Hugo and João sits in an empty seat directly across from Hugo.

"You're not starting," my dad says to João.

"We know lineups ?" I ask.

My dad ignores my question waiting for a response from João. João clears his throat before speaking up. "Yeah," he shrugs, "but you're starting, and so is Leão, so I think we're in safe hands."

"He told me he'd start you," I say confused.

"Stating on the bench was my idea," João shrugs and I look at him with more confusion.

"Are you insane ?" I ask.

"We'll be fine," João says.

"Yeah, but you and my dad have been such an incredible duo this tournament," I say, "why in the world would you want to start on the bench if he's starting ?"

"I have to agree with Sofia," my dad says.

"Thank you," I say looking to João.

"I'm not trying to take nothing away from any of the other players," my dad says siping his drink, "but, your style of play works well with me."

"You guys are making me feel like I've messed up," João groans.

"You have," Hugo says flicking a small piece from a cookie he stole from my plate at João's forehead, "big time."