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

chapter twelve

day off today with no practice! heres a chapter (; thank you babes! i love youu. xx, tvrres

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"Neymar?! How'd you get into my house?!" I push his hands off and turn to face him. He had a baby blue button up shirt, ripped blue jeans, and his hair was all done. He eyes me up and down.

"Doesn't matter but I love your outfit.." He bites his lip, eyeing my Winnie the Pooh pjs. Look, they were comfortable, I couldn't help but buy them. But the thing that bothered me was how he got in.

"Shut up. Ney, why are you here?" I ask, pulling the maroon sheets from my bed and wrapping them around my neck.

He puts a hand in his pocket and shuffles around. His hand slowly raises up with a turtle keychain and jingles it around. My keys.

"Don't leave these on the bench along with your purse." He winks and tosses it over to me. I catch them and blink wide eyed at him.

"Okay, I get that.. But how'd you find my address?" He runs his hand through his brown hair and sighs.

"Baby girl, I'm Neymar. I can find anything I want, whatever time I want."

He throws himself onto my bed, and puts his hands behind his head.

I look down and patiently wait for him to either leave, or say something so I can make him leave.

"So, what are you doing today, sweets?" He gives me a warm smile.

"Well.. I was planning on spending some time with Sergio.." I trail off because I could see the horror in his eyes.

"Oh, uh. Se-se-rgio? That's, uh, great." He slowly gets up and hops off the bed. "Yeah, Sergio. You probably wouldn't want to come." I say, only to see a terrified Neymar walk out of the door, and then a thump was heard downstairs. Meaning, he probably encountered Sergio, or slammed the front door. Praying that he slammed the door. I scurry downstairs, only to see a broken mug, black coffee all over the floor, one tanned terrified man, and another horrifying man towering the tanned other man.

Sergio had Neymar by the collar of his shirt, and his eyes had the look of anger. Neymar looked like a scared puppy, which is hilarious in my opinion.

"Sergio, put him down." I sigh, and Sergio looks over at me in shock. "Marina.. I thought you were- uh.." He stops to slowly put Neymar down, and he puts his hands behind his back. Neymar slowly walks to the couch, and sits down. "I don't get why you always want to kill me, dude." He says, acting once again cocky.

"You're lucky she's here, punk." He hisses at Neymar.

"Neymar, please leave. Sergio and I have much to talk about." I point to the door, and Neymar obeys. He quickly leaves and before he fully closes the door, he winks. Sergio clenches his fist as the front door closes.

"Explain." He looks over at me with a grimacing look.

"Oh stop it. He just came to drop off my keys." I roll my eyes that him as his face slowly goes pale.

"That's all?" He says in a soft voice.

"Yes, Sergito." I walk over to him and hop onto the counter in front of him. He leans on the fridge with a look of shock. I bet he couldn't believe we weren't doing anything else. He walks over to me, so my knees were touching his chest.

"Let's go do something today!" I exclaim, and his eyes light up. He nods and smiles.

"Be down in a few to get ready." I lean into his forehead and kiss the top. His face instantly goes red and he cups his cheeks.

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"Seriously, Sergio? Your hair is fine!" I yell from the bottom of the stairs, waiting for him to hurry up. I was all ready: hair straightened, white tank top with a black cardigan, blue jeans and black converse. Just casual. Sergio probably (hopefully not) went all out. We were just going to see a movie and have some dinner. I look up to see a gorgeous Sergio in front of me. He smiles and looks at me up and down.

"Well, doesnt my roommate - God I hate calling you that - look mighty gorgeous?" He smirks and walks pasts me, doing a little twirl.

I chuckle, "Sergio, you look fine yourself." I wink at him and grab my keys. "Let's go now, please!" And run out the door.

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"Okay so.. which movie? I'm

thinking If I Stay. Seems cute, huh?" He nudges my arm, as I look up to the movie titles. Of course he would want the romantic one.

"No, I'm thinking more of Into The Storm. Pleaseeee?" I beg, holding my hands together and going on my knees.

"Fine. Two tickets to Into The... whatever that is." [ For those who do not know; it is a horror movie. (; ]He points to the movie poster, and winks at me. He just loves winking at me and melting my insides without knowing. The man behind the counter had printed out our tickets and as soon as I saw the white slip peep out of the mini printer, I grabbed them and ran. I ran into the theater, not caring if Sergio could catch up.

"Marina, your lucky I love you!" He yells behind me, running after me with a soda in his hand.

I open the doors to theater 3, and instantly run up to the highest seats. I squat down to hide under the red velvet seats, and immediately I notice: we are the only ones here. Time for some fun.

"Sergio! Come and find me!" I yell, and I hear footsteps along the aisles of the theater.

"Goddammit, Marina.." Sergio mutters. I spy his blue Nikes from the sides and I put my hand out to grab it, causing him to fall and drop the soda. Oops.

"SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY" Was all I could make out as I helped the silly blonde up.

"You're so lucky I'm basically handicapped now.." He says, sitting down, holding onto my hand.

"I'm so sorry.. I just wanted to play." I say, trying not to make the sympathy noticeable in my voice. I sit down next to him, completely forgetting about the soda on the ground, hoping someone besides me or Sergio would clean it.

"Marina." Sergio says, and his hand slowly drifts to mine.

"Sergio."

"I just wanted to tell you.." He stops.

"Tell me what?" I asked, staring ahead.

"That I never stopped loving you."

And his hand intertwined with mine.