Neymar, Oscar and I chatted about our lives and work. I told them about my job in Barcelona, being a retail-store manager, how I've gotten the job, and how long I've had that job for, which was just 2 years. I also spoke about my college and school years and who I became friends with whilst there. I said I was also a fan of the Barcelona Football Club. I watched one of their games last year at Camp Nou and saw Messi. Neymar didn't speak a word when I started talking about the Barcelona Football Team, which was fairly odd.
Oscar and Neymar told me about how much they enjoyed playing for the Brazil NT. Oscar also told me he plays for Chelsea FC. And... Well, Neymar... I think he's still in Santos? I'm not 100% sure, he didn't tell me. Which was also very odd.
After a while more guests came over, so everybody was having a ball and the atmosphere felt somewhat different with a party house. A lot of people chatted amongst themselves drinking wine and beer, or they were either dancing around, joking, eating, whooing or carrying on..
Neymar, Oscar, Cori, Anita, Dana, Henrick (my four friends from college) and I played a fun grown-up's game outside using beer bottle caps, shot glasses and we set up the table tennis table. The shot of beer was placed on the opposite side of the table and the aim of the game was that you had to try to flick the cap into the glass from the other end of the table. For each turn you have, you get 2 goes at flicking the cap. After your 2 goes another person does the same, etc. Once you flick the cap successfully into the shot, you drink it. If you get the cap in twice in a row, you chug a full mug of beer.
Everyone had about 5 turns each by now, Neymar was on the verge of being wasted - he would get the cap in the shot Every. Single. Time. It left me feeling a bit worried... but unlike me, I only managed to get the cap in once. There was a sudden vibration coming from Neymar's pocket.
"Ahaha! Excuse meee!" He winked, grabbing a hold of his pocket and staggered his way inside. I giggled at him, then clenched my teeth.
"I needa pee guys!" I quickly said, running inside. I rush to the bathroom door, but it won't open, so I violently yanked it because I was busting, and it flew open - I think I just broke the lock? Oops.
*SMASH!*
On the ground fell Neymar's phone.
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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...
