Mending Hearts||Marco Reus

Dreaming

Sandra's POV

I think of my future while driving the usual 10 minute route back home.

What could possibly happen in the near future? Getting a job? Won't be that hard. I've gradutated the university with a degree in Psychology. I could easily be a therapist or a rehab consultant. Which by the way, are two god jobs. There's good income in those proffesions.

Then my thoughts wander off to Marco. Marco. Marco Reus. My head repeats his name over and over again, as if it was a mantra. A really attractive mantra. (if mantras were actually attractive) What could possibly be brewing between Marco and I? We've been friends for several years. Some would even call us as close as siblings. But were we really only siblings? Did our relationship go further?

I couldn't keep my mind off of these thoughts. At one point, I thought these were written all over my head. I kept pondering. I went down what people might call "Thought lane" . Tomorrow, I could be dating Marco. In the next few years, I could be married to him and have kids. Endless possibilities of where I might end up in.

To make matters worse, someone called.

Speak of the devil. It's Marco Reus. Great.

I mustered my little courage to pick up the phone and answer. "Hallo!" He greeted cheerfully, like always. "Hey listen, I was wondering if we could talk about something?" He doesn't even wait for me to greet him. Typical Reus.

"Ja. What would that be?" I trail off slowly, unsure of what might happen. Let's face it, there are a million things he could say to me. For all I know he could be going to the moon tomorrow and not come back. Bad Sandra. I mentally slap myself. Marco going to the moon would be bad. I would be lonely in Dortmund, with no Marco.

"Erm, I was wondering if we could meet up for a....a dinner later. Somewhere fancy I guess." Oh mein gott. I want to squeal right now. Wait, he could just be asking me to a friendly meet up! STUPID ME.

He clears his throat on the line, impatiently waiting for me to do something.

"Oh sorry, I had to go through an intersection. Had to focus on it. You know how bad I am when I make turns. Sorry, what were you saying?" I utter. I wasn't in an intersection at all. I just needed an excuse to take so long to answer and an excuse to find out what he really wants tonight.

"Ah. I was asking you if you would be down for a date tonight to a restaurant." He repeats, somewhat clearing the air of tension and dissapating any doubts in my mind. He wants a date. Tonight.

"Where to?" "Surprise. But it's Italian. Oh and wear something fancy." He replies. So our first date was somewhere fancy then? Marco is taking things seriously here.

"Oh and before you answer, I know you liked the kiss. You may not admit it, but I know you did." He interrupts me before I get to open my mouth. Suddenly, I feel my cheeks warming. I look at the mirror and wow, I am blushing a deep shade of red.

"Uh, yeah, I did. Great first kiss." I akwardly stammer. "Wait, I was your first?" Marco chirps, sounding surprised. "I thought you already knew that, but you don't." I scoff.

"Oh and yes." I say.

"Yes to what?" He says. And sounding dumbfounded in every right.

"To the date." With that, I end the call.

A/N: Title (and chapter) was inspired by the song Dreaming by Smallpools. Oh and thank you Sandra. For everything. :)