Chapter 5
21/07/2014
“Marco wanting me to give him some cooking lessons.” I still couldn’t believe that, it was so crazy. But the craziest, was how I in a sudden shown so much interest into Marco. After our lonely moment and walk on the beach, I was seeing Marco differently, maybe more differently than before. His tenderness , the way he was speaking, yes I saw a lot of sweetness in all of that. And to be honest, I was glad that I met him. Of course, at the very beginning, I was hating him, because I thought he was a pretentious footballer who had a stone at the place of his heart, who was not paying attention to the others, and so selfish. But now, everything was so different and clearer in my mind, Marco Reus, proved me that he could be an awesome and funny human being, and mostly normal. Something that was unusual from me, was that I changed my mind and opinion so quickly on someone else, well maybe that Marco had a sort of magic effect, the power to make people like him, because of his awesomeness. Also, there was definitely something about him that made me want to know more about Marco.
Again, our party lasted for long hours. It was around 3am in the morning when the boys left us and returned to their yatch. Of course they helped us to clean the mess we did on at the beach before they left. They even proposed to clean the dishes, but we kindly declined their offers. Washing dishes at this time was not a major duty. It didn’t took long for Marco to text me to tell me that he had an absolute great time with us, that he felt like is he was home. I also learned from his own mouth that he was still a mommy’s son, and that his family and relatives meant everything for him, and if he ever had to choose between his family and football, he answered family with no hesitation. Everything related to his parents, sisters would always be his top priority. I found this extremely cute and it made my heart so melted immediately. Each new thing that I was discovering about Marco, made me see him so differently. Also, there was something about his eyes and smile that was mysteriously beautiful, but I couldn’t define what this beautiful was.
And obviously, my dearest girls, never missed a single occasion to tease me about Marco, specially Julia. Since Ushuaia, she daily reminded me of how Marco has been behaving with me, and mostly the way he was alwayd looking at me. But for me, it was nothing. Yes of course I have noticed from time to time how his eyes were glued on me, and the smiles he was doing to me also. He was a boy, maybe looking at a girl, and that was all, nothing else. I didn't want to start to create false ideas in my mind, only because a boy was looking at me with a little of flirty manners. But for Julia, she was seeing that in an oppositive way, she even told me with no hesitation that Marco must be attracted by me or something like that. When she told me those words, I just laughed at her face and did not keep on talking about that subject, because it was non sense. Or maybe yes that she was right, that he was attracted or something like this, but I wasn't interested to have such relation with Marco, even if it was just for some more extra hot fun here in Ibiza. Girls would say that Im so lucky, because I' ve been hanging out with him during my holidays. I knew that Marco had so much females fans, craving on him, on his body, his face, hair, his smile, and his everything. I was living in Dortmund, so I exactly knew how the girls were going crazy on him, they were seeing him as a sex god rather than a footballer. It must not been easy to be him, gosh, yeah, I heard it in his voice, when he revealed that he wished more people could see him as a normal guy, and not the famous boy. That voice tone kinda made me sad, it was like Marco was screaming in his voice, screaming all of the stress and pressure he was having. But no, it wasn't my case, my interest in Marco was purely and only friendly. Sometimes, I thought all of that was just a dream, Marco, that sudden friendship, Marcel, Robin, all those situations, and that this dream would come to an end when I'll come back to my real life and reality, that is Dortmund.
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