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{Marinas POV}
After that one day he spoke to me,
We were actually being friends.
Just not as close as before.
I doubt we would get there again.
He would walk me to class, Wake me up (By banging the door..), Help me study, and basically, this kid helped me get through school.
It was September, 4am. I yawned, "Enough studying, lets go to sleep, eh?" Sergio looked up and smirked, "Pop quiz, then bed. You have to pass this exam."
"SERGIO, THIS EXAM WAS A MONTH AGO! WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME REVIEW IT?!" I yell.
"To test your knowledge." He calmly says.
"At four in the fucking morning?"
"Yes, the earlier, the merrier."
"I'm going to go lie down, bye." I say, walking over to the couch in his vanilla colored dorm.
"Fine, suit yourself." He walks over to his bed and tucks himself in. He looks over at me, as he pats the empty space next to him.
"You're gonna get cold over there. C'mere." He says, seductively.
"No thanks. I have myself to warm up." And turn my back to him. He walks towards the couch, turns around, and is in front of me, (with his crotch in my face),
lSergio, let me res-" He picks me up, only to throw me on the bed.
Normally, I would've fought back, but I was tired as shit.
"No struggle, surprisingly." He says and covers me up.
"Shu..t.. u..p... I'm tired.." And trail off.
I was basically half asleep, but I swear.. I heard him say, "Marina, you look cute sleeping."
And the lights went off.
So did we.
( SKIPPED TO A YEAR, THEY WERE FRIENDS, BUT NOTHING JUICY. )
Well, he was getting better day by day.
He admitted to me, that his drinking problem never found a cure. Even in college, he snuck his bottles of Jack Daniels into his dorm every now and then. Getting drunk out of his mind, just to blow stress off. I thought that's what cigarettes where made for.
We all have something that we're addicted to that takes the pain away.
He denied that he needed help.
Until I came into the picture. The day he let me help him, I swear, I felt like I saved a life.
I walk into his dorm, kicking the empty glass bottles away.
"Sergio. What the hell are these?" I ask, picking the bottles up.
"Mmm.." Was all he could make out.
"Sergio!" I yelled.
"Mmmm..!"
"Sergio Ramos Garciá!" My little yells didn't help.
I ran to the bathroom and cupped some water with my hands, throwing it at the cranky Ramos.
He got up fast as a lighting bolt, and yelled at me, "MARINA THAT'S FUCKING COLD!"
"Oh, so now you talk?" I roll my eyes at him, glaring.
"Ugh." He says, holding his head.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his words were slurred.
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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...
