Sergio gave me a stare. And took a deep breath.
He focused on my chocolate glazed eyes, as his fists were tightening and his teeth clenched."I would like you to come along but if you don't feel like it, just say it." The words roll off his tounge so beautiully, I get lost in them.
I just stare at my black coffee, I was asking him for me to move in with him, but when he asks it, my mind goes into a trance.
And decides not to do anything."Marinita? Hellooo?" He says as he snaps in my face. He smirks, trying to get my focus off the forming beads of sweat on his neck.
"Oh sorry.. I was zoned out." I mumble, looking down onto my jeans. My hair covers my whole face, causing Sergio to draw a face of confusion.
Being Sergios' "roommate"...
I have always been close to him and his beautiful self; how he was so cocky yet somewhat annoying.So, I was confused.
We were best friends.
Best friends moving in with each other.That makes everything awkward. We would always be with each other. And I am not going to lie, that will be the death of me.
I might as well, I mean, better for my job. But then I'll be using him.
A teeny bit of payback wouldn't hurt..
Right?"Sergito, sure." I answer, laughing between my words, trying to catch a breath afterwards.
"We've just gotten more closer lately and I didn't wanna leave you behind. Heh." He was grinning pretty hard now. He twirls his finger in his coffee, and gives me an intimating look.
"But we might get sick of each other. And for all I know, you could go back to being the true you..Correct?" I sigh, allowing my thoughts to get the best of me. Sergio's eyes widen, resting on me. He licks his lips, bringing his hand up to his chin.
He scoffs, "Marina. I have changed. I don't drink like you think I do. I became healthy. Why can't you accept that I got better FOR you? You were the one who led me there." Sergio looks away.
"Yes."
"What?" He says, looking confused.
I didn't want to talk about it anymore, too many bad memories.
"Fine, okay?" I say, with a blow of relief. As if a weights been lifted.
"MARINITA!" He squeaks. He abruptly bounces out of the black high chair, ecstatic as a little girl meeting her favorite cartoon character. He takes my hand, pulling me out of the shop.
My reflexes were slow, causing my arm to be yanked by the muscular Sergio.He makes our way towards the car.
Did I make the right choice?
I really don't know."Thank God, if you didn't say yes, this would be awkward. Okay now close your eyes." He demands, looking around the parking lot.
"Sergito, what are you doing?"
He wraps a towel around my head, causing me to be blind of my surroundings. Everything was pitch black, and I scoff.
In annoyance I say, "Sergio.. what the hell?"I heard shuffling, sitting on the curb with no sight of anything. I lay my hands on the ground.
My fingertips felt jagged pebbles and rocks.
Gravel.
We were in the parking lot. What surprise did he have here?
What was this fool doing?"Okay, open!" He says like a child.
And there was before me, a picnic blanket on the pavement, with a basket and sweets (Not to forget the paper that said, "New Roomies").
Oh and Sergio laying down all seductive.
"DO YOU LIKE IT OR DO YOU LIKE IT?" He gleams with joy, and a smile creeps on my face, ear to ear.
I sit down and say, "Wonderful, but Sergito.. what would happen if I said no?"
Sergio laughs and says, "Lets just be thankful that wasn't the case. I would leave Earth." His smile gives me a warm feeling in my stomach, yet I simply ignore it.
These chocolate bites are the reason why, right?
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What will happen after they move in with each other?
Who knows?
I do. ( Well of course, I'm the author.)
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Different Now (Sergio Ramos) **SLOW UPDATES**
FanfictionMany say your past always comes back to haunt you. But in Sergio's case, his past returned, and it did the exact opposite of haunting. His high school sweetheart returns. Marina was his past. And when they reunite, both realize feelings never really...