Mending Hearts||Marco Reus

Stressful preparations

Note: The restaurant's name is 100% fiction. Resemblance to any restaurant is coincidental. :D

Oh and I am 100% male, so I don't know what kinds of clothes women would normally have. I'll base Sandra's wardrobe off of my cousin. XD

Sandra's POV

Marco had called me earlier and would pick me up at 6:30 PM. Dress fancy he had said. I think it's safe to assume that he's taking me out somewhere really expensive. Thinking of the date, even in the slightest makes me cringe and die a little. Figuratively of course. All for good reason.

Marco Reus asked me out on a date. A date. It's not our typical hangout, he specifically said date. I don't know what the press will think when they see Marco out with a girl. Not just any girl, but Sandra Gotze. Yes, Sandra Gotze. Me.

The press have seen me be with Marco, and I've seen my fair share of their little fake stories and attempts to get attention. Social media is wonderful. But sometimes people just take it too far. These people called by others as the "Press" are stalkers. I get what they're trying to do; give information the fans don't have yet. However, they do it by means of invading others' privacy and the like.

Generally speaking, the press are really cool. Just normal people asking you what's happening with your life. Like your mother when you were younger, who would ask you what happened that day. Except that they're strangers.

But there are a few out there that would take it to an extent where they would follow you with a camo suit on, acting like a spy. James Bond much?

With nothing to do and too much time on my hands, I watch the clock tick by on my couch. Shortly after my eyes droop, and I'm consumed by sleep.

***

I wake to the orange sun seeping through the curtains of our family home. Oh scheiße! It's 5 in the afternoon! Praying for Usain Bolt's speed, I run towards the stairs. Barely dogding the furniture on the way. I take two steps each stride, not planning to waste any time. I reach my room and kick open the door.

God no. I've totally forgot to pick out my outfit. I walk into my walk in closet, trying to look for something that would suffice for tonight's event. My eyes land on a loose fitting black dress with butterflies embroidered on the torso. It stopped before my knees, showing only my tannned legs. I decide this is the dress I will wear tonight.

I exit the walk in closet and lay the outfit on the king size bed. This should look good on me, I think to myself.

I finally step into the shower and let the pleasureable feeling of the warm water run down my body. I lather lavender scented soap on my skin, letting it scrub off the dirt. I finish up with my shampoo and conditioner to help my hair.

I pat myself dry and wrap the towel around myself, making me look like a burrito. I begin with the long process of making myself look presentable. Brushing my hear, putting a tad bit of makeup and finally curling my hair.

RING RING. Scheiße! It's 6:30 and Marco will arrive in a few. I hurry and put on my dress. Putting it on under normal circumstances is fairly easy. However, these aren't normal circumstances. If anything these cirumstances are very vexing.

My ringtone goes off indicating someone calling me. Speak of the devil.

"Hallo Marco!" I open the conversation. "Hallo Sandra! I'm outside your house, you know, waiting for you to finish dressing up." He replies.

I look outside the window and to my surprise his Audi R8 is nowhere to be seen.

"Err, where are you? Your car isn't outside."

That's when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. The smell of cologne all over the air.

A/N: HAHAHA >:) That cliffhanger though! :)