Invincible ?Marco Reus?

I was sitting next to Marco while he was playing with my fingers. "I really think that you have a secret crush on my fingers." I quipped and Marco peeked up at me through his eyelashes. I..he can't look any cuter right now. "They are very tiny plus I get to see the tattoo." he posed and I giggled. "What's the matter with my tattoo?" I mused and he shrugged. "Do you wanna know?" he asked and I giggled. "Of course I do!" I squealed and he kissed my cheek. "I had seen you before Sam introduced us." he said and I raised my eyebrows. "Did you? When?" I asked and he giggled. "You were walking around while I was at a restaurant. And! You stepped away from the man who asked if he could help." he explained and I nodded. "I think that I reembeeer." I sang and he kissed my shoulder through the material of my T-shirt. I smiled at the contact. I like it. Since...the call with my mom, I realized that I could put a little more faith into Marco. My phone started ringing making me pull it out of my pocket. "Sam?" I posed. "Where are you, Char?" he asked and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Could you please slow down and speak more slowly? I'm fine by the way." I said.

"You know that Mario invited me out...for the birthday dinner he's holding tonight." he said and I nodded. "I know. Why are you telling me again?" I mused. "Because I need somebody to drive me home." he explained and I giggled. "What about taking a cab?" I asked. "I hate cabs. By the way, what's the point in paying for a ride if I have a friend who loves me and would do anything for me?" he asked confidently. "Who are you talking about? Do I know the friend of yours?" I quipped. "Oh c'mon!" he groaned. "Okay. I'm yours til 11 pm. From then, call a cab." I warned. "Yes, madam! Thanks." he said and hung up. "Whose are you?" Marco squealed in offended tone. I looked at him and giggled. "Sam needs a ride home from a birthday party tonight." I explained and he scoffed. "You are his?" Marco repeated and I pouted. "No, I'm his driver." I explained and he pecked my lips. "You are mine, aren't you?" he mused and I blushed lightly. I was about to answer when he placed his index finger on my lips. "No, I'll do it differently." he said and coughed to make the situation more dramatic. What a drama queen he is..I like his company. He makes me enjoy the moment and not care about problems. "Would you be my girlfriend, Charlie?" he asked and I bit my lip. "Yes, Marco." I whispered shyly and he giggled. "I have something for you." he sang and pulled a lolly pop out of his pocket. I took it and giggled reading my name on it. "Thank you." I said and pecked his lips. "Flowers are odd. By the way, what's your favourite flower?" he spoke and I giggled. "White roses." I said and he kissed me passionately. "You'll have it then." he said after pulling away. Marco is my boyfriend and I'm his girlfriend. Huh. Why do I feel like a little kid in the kindergarten? I'm happy, but...I just hope it's not too soon to start a relationship.

10:30 pm

"Good..morning?" Marco answered my phone call and I pouted. "See? I told you I'd wake you up!" I said softly and he chuckled. The thing is that Marco wanted me to call him when I'm coming for Sam. He said he wants to knows about it because it's late and 'anything' could happen. He's cute, right? "It's okay. Are you coming for him now?" he posed. "Yeah, I've just locked the flat." I mumbled while zipping the pocket of my jacket. "I still don't get why he can't call a cab." Marco muttered and I rolled my eyes. "I'll give him a lift and then return home. There's not much bad that could happen, Marco." I explained softly even though I found it cute. "Call me when you're back at yours, okay?" he asked and I started the engine. "I'll text you. Go back to sleep." I noted. "No. No texts. I wanna hear you." he said and I chuckled. "I'll send you a message. That's it." I protested. "Charlotte." he warned and I smiled. He's cute. And if it's his wish, I'll do so. "Okay. I'll call you." I agreed. "Okay. Drive safely." he said and I smiled. "Bye bye my lovely girlfriend." he said and hung up. My beautiful boyfriend. Yeah. We're a couple..huh.

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I dialed Sam's number again and groaned when it went to the voicemail again. This is ridiculous. I'm driving him home at 11 at night and he dares not to come on time. I got off the car and locked it. Thanks God I was so smart and put on jeans with jacket and didn't keep my pyjamas on. I opened the door of the restaurant and looked around. My phone fell down and I groaned. After kneeling down to get it, I stood up again, but bumped into somebody. Somebody quite muscular. "Sorry." I mumbled and looked up at him. Why is he staring? "It's okay." he said with a smile playing on his lips. "Can I help you?" he mused. Maybe he's an employee of this restauration. "Yeah, I'm...looking for my friend. Blond hair, blue eyes and...ginger beard." I said and he kept looking at me. "Have you seen him?" I asked and he nodded. "Yeah..I think he's over there." he said pointing on a table at the back of the room. Oh, there he is. "Thanks." I said and walked past him to get him.

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"I've just changed into my pyjamas and lied down." I said after Marco had answered the call. "Great." he said and I could swear he was smiling. "I had a beautiful dream." he said proudly and I giggled. "Yeah? What was it about?" I asked. "Well, there were you and me. We were on the beach having fun and relaxing." he said and I smiled. "Yeah...what a realistic dream." I quipped. "Hey! It was a good one." he said and I nodded. "Yeah. Maybe I'll have a dream with you too." I said and he giggled. "Okay, let's make a deal. Tomorrow, when you come to mine, or I'll come to yours, we'll compare our dreams." he said and I laughed. "You're cheesy!" I squealed and he giggled. "But you like it and you like me!" he said and I nodded. "Of course I do. I'm your girlfriend, aren't I?" I mused. "Hey? Did you fall asleep?" I asked after he had kept being silent. "N-no, I just...you did sound very proud saying that you're my girlfriend." he teased and I blushed. "Shouldn't I be proud?" I mumbled quietly. "You can be proud, but I'm prouder of you." he said and I giggled. "Marco, we both should go to bed because we're too cheesy." I said and he giggled. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, Charlie." he said and I smiled. "Goodnight." I said. "Goodnight my beautiful baby." he said and I smiled. He called me baby. Yeah...we're very cheesy.

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