Different Now (Sergio Ramos) **SLOW UPDATES**

chapter eight

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I stood over a sleeping Sergio, or beast. All that muscle of his made him represent a beast. He breathed in and out very soft and quiet, his arms over his head, and the blue velvet blanket covering the rest of his muscles. His lips were in a curve, as if he was smiling.
I, being responsible, saw the clock and realized this idiot was going to be late. And that wouldn't be good for his carrer.
"Sergio," I tapped his shoulder, whispering as soft as I could, "Wake up."

He rolled around to the other side of the bed, as I stood over him. "Sergito.. get up. You'll be late for practice. And I want to see you play again." I whisper, my warm breath tickling the side of his neck, causing the hairs to rise up like a balloon being released in the air.

He shuffles under the covers, and pulls the other blue velvet blanket back over his head.
My hands move before my mind does. My eyes darted to the brown cabinet, spying Sergio's Celvin Klein red checkered boxers. My mind knew what it was doing, but my hands didn't. And before I knew it, my hands harshly grab the blue blanket.
"Jesus." I say, pulling off both the blanket and sheets.
My eyes felt blinded.
Worst choice ever, considering the fact he had no boxers on, and my mind was slow to get that together.
So I saw his.... yes.
Without even wanting to.

He blinks blankly, smirking, he mumbles, "Enjoy the show while it lasts.." And gets up, groggy.

I throw the sheets on him, my back to him, and he places his thumb on my back, drawing circles with both his thumb and index.
I keep my back to him, trying to ignore his attempts to comfort me.
"Just please cover that... thing." I exclaim, covering my eyes, feeling like I just made a sin. (Yet I'm not even religious.)

"Fine, fine. But it's nothing you haven't seen before, dear." Winks, then walks off to the bathroom. My back turns to face him, as Sergio warmly smiles at me. His muscular form is visible in front of the white bathroom door, as he places his body on it. He stays leaned on it, his gaze never leaving me.
He grabs a angelic white towel, wrapping it around his waist.
"Be out in a few," He stops to smile again, "Thanks for the wake up, ' roommate'" He quickly jogs back to me, as I was seated on the bed.
He slowly breathes a kiss on my cheek, his soft lips leaving their mark.
My cheeks becomes red, as I giggle at him.
His gaze still has yet to leave me, and he bites his lip towards me.
"Go do your stuff already, roomie." I playfully say, moving my hand in a swatting motion.
I felt bad, he was falling harder than before. And I really don't want to be the heartbreaker.
But God, I just want to leave.

This kid took longer to do his hair than anything, and his hair wouldn't even look the same by the time practice was over. But I thought he didn't like picking his hair. Typical football player.

PRACTICE ~

As soon as we arrived at Real Madrid's home stadium, the boys ran up to me, hugging the life out of me.

Yes, I have met them, and know them so well.

Cristiano came up to me, grinning from ear to ear, "You are a blessing to Sergio.. He has been such a better defender ever since you came back." He whispers.

"Yeah, thanks but no thanks. My presence shouldn't be a difference. I'm just a girl." I chuckle, leaving Cristiano confused. He squirms his eyebrows in confusion, as I walked off to the stands. Sergio gets the goalie, Iker to drop kick a ball really high to me, and then he screams, "MARINA!? Our balls are waiting for you!" I can see him snicker with his friends.

"I don't roll that way, sweets... Especially for you!" I yell back. He gives me a frown, and he drops the ball in his hand.

"WAIT, YOU'RE A LESBIAN?" He has this look of shock, as if he just found out the Earth isn't actually round.