Taken By The Fall || Marco Reus

Parents aren't Sereus

Chapter Nineteen:

"Sandra Maritimo, you shady lady." Bastian taunted, through the cell phone in Sandra's fingers.

She had just told him on her and Marcos' rediscovery of their love. It's safe to say that he took it pretty well, but still warned her that he wouldn't be the one to pick up the pieces if Marco broke her heart. She told him that she wouldn't let him.

"You know, it's completely normal for two people to get back together after dating other people. In fact, I bet there's some statistic showing that the numbers are much higher than you make it out to be." Sandra sighed. She was completely aware of how skeptical Bastian was acting.

Bastian gave out a dry laugh. He knew the statistics, and he also knew that the majority did not apply to good-looking, wealthy footballers.

"Have you spoken to your uncle yet?"

The sound of the subject was bitter to Sandra's ears. She knew that it would come up sooner or later, but she just didn't want to face it.

"No," She muttered. "I haven't gotten around to talking to him yet. I don't know why I should have to. He completely cut me out of his life and sent me back to Argentina."

"Sandra," Bastian spoke in a warning voice, the type that a parent would give if they know that their child is doing something wrong.

"I know, I know. I'll go see him today, but I won't promise you that it will go so well." Sandra warned. "I'll talk to you later?"

"Auf wiedersehen."

As soon as Sandra hung up, the door to her hotel room opened simultaneously. She looked up to find Marco coming through, with two paper bags in his hands. He wore a blue shirt under his comfortable black jacket with blue jeans and his favorite Loubiton sneakers.

"You in the mood for Mexican?" He grinned, holding up the bags in gesture.

Sandra whimpered in response. She was starving, even though it was only a few hours since she had eaten lunch.

Marco walked to the couch where Sandra was seated, and placed a kiss on her pulled back, dark hair before sitting himself down beside her.

"This can be our second efficient date." She smiled sweetly, recalling the fond memory of when Marco cooked her pasta more than year ago and then proceeded on to get into a massive water fight in his apartment.

"What was our first?" Marco questioned, confused.

"All I'm going to say was that there was a lot of water involved." Sandra replied teasingly, ignoring the bleeping feeling in her heart over the fact that Marco ceased to remember their first date.

A look of revelation crossed Marco's face. "Oh yes, I remember that. You definitely started it." He replied cheekily, grinning at her mischievously.

Sandra almost choked on her burrito as she heard Marco's statement and gave out a dry laugh. "I was the one that started it, you were the one that blatantly insulted my favorite football without reason!"

The side of Marco's mouth twitched. "Does Liverpool even count as a team?"

He couldn't help it. He saw the chance and he took it... before bursting out in laughter after seeing the blank expression on Sandra's face.

"Fine." She replied, and set down her burrito and crossed her arms and looked at the wall opposite her.

Marco could tell that she was annoyed from her slightly flared nostrils and pursed lips. She had to stop a smile from breaking out from her adorability.