Fall for me {Sergio Ramos}

Chapter 4

Solange POV
"Happy birthday my dearest brother!" I was on the phone with my second oldest brother, Caspian, who was turning 25 today. It was night time in New York but I could care less, I was always the first to wish my brothers happy birthday and that's not gonna change just because I'm in a different country.

"Thank you Ange, still can't believe you missed my birthday to go to Spain" I rolled my eyes at my brothers sulking tone of voice. What a drama queen.

"Get over it, you've missed tons of my birthdays before" Well it was mostly because I was in college but eh.

"I know I know. Don't worry sis, I'll save you a slice of cake"

"Shut up!" He sounds like he's being nice but he's actually teasing me. He's subtly hinting to his last birthday when I tripped and accidentally smashed my face into his cake, he has since then teased me about wanting the whole cake to myself, which doesn't make any sense.

"Love you Ange" My face softened as I heard his deep voice utter those words to me.

"I love you too Cassy" He laughed over the phone at hearing his childhood nickname I had given him.

I continued to talk to my brother for the next hour and a half, making sure he knew how sorry I was that I couldn't make it home for his birthday and to send my love to the rest of the family.

"I'll see you in a month bro"

"Hmm be safe little sister, stay away from creeps and have that pepper spray on you at all times" He kept listing off the things that I should do to stay safe and I rolled my eyes fondly while agreeing to everything he said before saying goodnight to him and hanging up.

"So what shall we do now?" I asked myself as I laid on my bed, one hand on the tv remote and the other tangled in my hair. Five minutes later I was flipping through channels trying to find something to watch but everything was in flipping Spanish! No hablo español!

Then my phone rang. I answered without checking who was calling since you know, to lazy.

"Hello?" I answered, pulling my shorts on, for some reason I always only had my shirt and underwear on when I'm at home but I feel extremely uncomfortable talking to someone on the phone half naked.

"Hola, its Sergio" I heard a deep, accented kind of nervous voice speak over the phone. I sat up quickly once he said he was Sergio, aka hot guy from the club.

"Oh! Hola" I greeted back nervously, having no idea why I spoke in Spanish. I could have just said hi, stupid!

"Well remember when you said you would be expecting a call? Here's your call!" I laughed, kind of pleased that he remembered I even said that.

"Yeah, can't believe you remembered though. I sort of thought you forgot since it's been a couple of days" Damn that sounded like I was waiting for him to call. Which I, of course, was not.

"Sí, lo siento, I was really busy and had to take care of some stuff" Oh dear madonnas underwear, when he speaks Spanish! Now I know why it's called a Romance language. Cause damn!

"Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow?" I snapped out of my daze.

"What?Me?" I berated myself as he chuckled. Of course he was taking to me, who else would he be talking to seeing as no one else was present.