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

chapter three

Bing.
Bing.
Bing.
All I heard this morning.

I unlocked my phone, just to see the thousands of texts Sergio sent me.
They all read:

MARINITA R U AWAKE?
marinita :(
wake up!!!
important day!
ok sleep in
JUST KIDDING
please wake up

And so on.

I just send ONE, saying:

Meet you in a few.

And he sent two back:

MARINITA <<33
OKAYYY!

They were all at 8:30 this morning. God, this kid was crazy.

We met up at the front my apartment, and of course, Sergio has to bring along the paparazzis.

"Sergio! Where are you going!?"

"Answer us!!"

"Whose this woman?"

"Whatever happened to your other love?"

"Are you really quitting Madrid?"

And so on, once again.
Demanding, I must say.

"Phew, hey there." He says, grinning, sweating from escaping the paparazzi.

"Okay...lets head up to my place." I say, grabbing his hand to lead him towards my apartment.

He smirks at me, causing the crinkles by his eyes to reveal. He rubs his thumb on my palm, and then starts chuckling.
Now, why he started chuckling was because I had a serious face the whole time he was flirting.

"No, not like that."

And he frowns. I don't know why, but the look in his eye, worries me. A bad worry.
Scared.
His eyes revealed more than his mouth could ever.

"Tea? Cookies? Anything?" I ask.

"Milk, my love?" He says, attempting to charm me. He wraps his hand around the milk carton, bringing it up to his face, cheesing hard.

"Shut up."

He laughs and says, "Anyways, I was wondering something."

I look up, grabbing the milk from him and begin unscrewing the red top, "What's on your mind?"

His body shifts towards me and the counter, and he lets out a deep breath.
"Well.. since you're moving in, how would you like to come to my practices with me?" He smiles, and many more sweat beads formed on his neck.

"Sergito." I laugh, not believing a word he was saying.

He has this big, yet cute smile.

"Say that again."

"Sergito." I chuckle.

"My god, that is adorable, but answer!" He demands. Oh my.

"Sergito, I don't know. It is really sudden. But let me think about it, okay?" I give him a little smirk.

"Okay, but please?" Sergio pleads, locking his fingers into each other, going on one knee.

"I said I will think about it, you idiot." I run a hand through his dirty blonde locks as he stayed one knee on the ground.

"Take your time, but hurry! I gotta tell the people!" He gave me with a peck on the cheek.

Ah.
How nice.
Best friends totally kiss each others cheeks.

I care for the dumbo, but I wouldn't want to just see him play or get more red cards as he usually does.

We are best friends but he acts like its something more.

We need time. But at the same time, it could mean alot to him.

God, I'm too nice.

I start packing all my things.

Maybe this will be a good start.

Sergio looked at me, "You know, I could go for some food."

I snap at him, "The hell I look like? A grocery store?Buy your own shit." Throwing a $20 at him.

"Awe. I was looking forward to a home cooked meal." He complains, catching the crinkled 20 in his hands.

"In your dreams, fucker."

"Give me a time and place," He says, winking.

I'm totally not grossed out or anything.

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thank you for reading, as always! (there are some parts that say,
"bad memories" or "ive changed"
and if you dont understand that,
ill post a background story instead of chapter 4.
IT HELPS TO UNDERSTAND THE LATER CHAPTERS.)
xx, tvrres