Everything (Sergio Ramos)

Chapter 8

I sat in the stands inbetween my new friend Sara and Torres' wife Olalla, who, despite our better halfs being involved in a serious bromance, I had never met. Today was Spain vs The Republic of Ireland, it should be an easy match for la roja, but none the less, I was still nervous. Sara assured me this was natural, and she was probably right because Olalla was chewing her nails and Carlotta Ruiz was flipping her long blond hair all over the place.

We watched as the players filed onto the pitch holding onto the mascot's hands. They shook hands with the Irish and then took their positions on the pitch. The ref blew the whistle and Ireland kicked off. 4 minutes in and David Silva was tackled but the ball broke on the edge of the area to Torres, a pretty decent shot and then "GOALLLL" the commentator screamed behind us. The whole stand errupted, I turned and pulled Olalla into a hug, who looked kinda shell shocked at the fact her husband had scored. I wanted that, that pride in your husbands achievement.

Spain hogged possession of the ball for pretty much the whole first half, I'd guess that Shay Given had probably touched the ball more than any other Irish player, which says a lot really. Barely a few minutes into the second half and Spain found the net again, this time David Silva. And then, at 70 minutes, Torres scored again, just before he was subbed off for Cesc Fabregas. Just before the final whistle Cesc himself found the goal,and thats how it ended, 4-0 to Spain.

After the whistle, the players swapped shirts with the opposite team, and by the way, I did not stare at Sergio's chest, ok maybe a little, and then the Spanish players approaced the fence to greet their girlfriends and families.

"You played so well" I pulled Sergio into a hug, ignoring the warmth from his naked upper body.

"Thank you" He smiled widely at me, he placed his two large hands onto my face and pulled me into a short, sweet, real kiss. "I'll see you in the hotel ok? I have to do interviews"

I just nodded in response, a little shocked at the sincerity of the kiss we had just shared, and then I looked up and saw the cameras angled in our direction. It's not real, I reminded myself, not even slightly.

***

"So what's the plan?" I opened my last suitcase, and started to carefully fold each of my shirts to place them into the drawers in Sergio's hotel room, one on top of the other. "What's the next step?"

The absence of a quick response made me glance over to Sergio momentarily, who then was facing the window, arms folded as if waiting for the sun to set.

"Dude?" I called out.

He turned to look. Blank expression, there was nothin on his face. It told me he must've been thinking deeply of something. And well, I didn't really need to ask what about.

"What's the plan?" I asked again. "Next step?"

There was a short moment of silence, just him looking at me as if everything seemed hopeless. He blinked slowly a couple of times, and they followed by a deep breath, before finally, a shrug.

"What can we do?" He finally answered. "We're both under contract to continue this, so lets just make the most of it"

He approached me slowly, encirling me with his strong arms. I buried my face into his chest, breathing in his amazing scent.

"No more awkwardness, lets go back to how we were, ok?" He mumbled into my hair.

"How did we end up like this?" I pulled away, looking up at him.

"I called you lots, Ana, you weren't picking up. Then I called your home and you wouldn't answer, either."

Shit, that was when I was fuming mad at him and said I was done with the bullshit. I didn't want to talk to him for leaving me like that after promising me we'd sort it out. Shit.

Shit, had I known.

"When you didn't pick up my attempt to reach you, I kinda got the message."

"Sergio, look..."

"Then one day, I just stopped." He said, unwilling to let me talk. "I just stopped trying. Why wouldn't you talk to me?"

I had to swallow again, my eyes on him. "I began to ask, why isn't he around? Why is Sergio not around? Why isn't he looking for me? Why does he not want to know what happened? Why isn't he chasing like the way he should when he said he loved me? Why isn't he after me? Where is Sergio? Why won't he fight for this? Fight for me? Why won't he claim--"

"I walked and you didn't go after me, Ana." He looked down and saw that I had started tearing up. "So I kept walking."

"I'm sorry" I was crying now.

"It's done now. Lets forget it yeah?" We were still hugging as if neither of us could let go. "You can take the bed, I can stay in Jesus' room if you want"

"No!" I kinda shouted "Dont be silly, we can both stay in here"

Truthfully, I didn't really want him to leave. I wanted to hang out. Kind of. Just, you know, be around him.

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