neymar

You and Neymar had been together for a year already. The public had already found out about this secret and everyone said we were a good couple, but because I wasn't particularly popular, Neymar's parents always thought I just wanted to be with Neymar, that god of football, and because of that, they practically hated me. You always went to Neymar's games, and they let you onto the field, sometimes to take pictures with the team and sometimes just with Neymar. And I especially loved that everyone found out about our relationship when there was a World Cup. Team Brazil won. Well, Neymar, he played there too. Well, you tried to contain your emotions and just screamed and rejoiced for him, and he just ran up to you and kissed you in front of the whole crowd. At first, I blushed a little from embarrassment, but I still kissed him back, and then he practically dragged me onto the field and made me take a picture with his team, and then in an interview, he told me that we were dating. There you go. Today, because there was no training or tournament, Neymar decided to go to his parents', and I immediately told him I wasn't going, so he went himself. The whole time I was home, I did a bunch of different things around the house, and then I just lay down on the couch and put some movie on in the background and didn't even realize how I fell asleep. About four hours passed, and Neymar was already home. He was cooking, and you came downstairs in a good mood and wanted to kiss him on the cheek, but he pulled away. I tried a couple more times and then asked.
Hey...what's wrong with you?
Instead of saying who the prankster was, he just remained silent, and I tried to kiss him on the cheek again, but he kept pulling away, and I almost started crying on the spot and went up to my room.