kilby girl [hs]

chapter 16

Levi Kilby

Harry's mom and my parents are going out for dinner tonight, meaning Harry and I are gonna be left alone for a few hours. Our parents seem to be going out together a lot recently, I guess they're friends? I'm not really sure where they stand but you kinda have to be friends with someone to go out to dinner with them.

As soon as I found out I called Harry to tell him to which he told me he already knew because his Mom had already told him. We made a plan that as soon as his mom left for the dinner he'd stop and get us a pizza on his way over to my house.

My parents left around 10 minutes ago so that means Harry should be here soon. As I sit on the couch, barely watching the tv any more and instead watching out the window to see when Harry gets here, I see his car park at the end of my driveway. I jump up from my place on the couch and scramble to the door.

"Okay, Levi I get you're happy to see him but chill." I mumble to myself, taking a few deep breaths before opening the door to lean against the frame of the doorway. I watch him as he gets out of his car, a small black bag clutched in his fist and a large pizza balancing on his forearm.

"Hey, Kilby." He beams, a small smirk appearing on his face, as he saunters past me with the pizza balancing on his arm as he walks through the door.

"Hey, pretty boy." I close the door behind him before following him to the kitchen, he quickly drops the pizza box and black bag onto the counter before swinging around to face me as he leans his back against the counter.

Walking forward I stand up on my tip-toes, pecking my lips against his.

"Whatcha got there?" I ask, pointing to the little black bag now sitting next to the pizza box as I walk around to the other side of the counter.

"Oh I-uh brought some nail polish with me so we could paint our nails. I need a new color." He laughs, showing me his chipped dark blue polish, "Only if you want to though, we could always just watch a movie or something."

"No, I want to." I smile glancing up at him as I grab a couple plates from the cupboard before walking around to stand beside him, placing the plates in front of the seats. As I go to grab him to water, his hands curl around my waist, holding me in place.

"I've got it, go sit down." He whispers in my ear, before walking to the fridge, glancing back at me with a smirk as he fills up the glass he grabbed from the drying rack next to the sink.

I slowly sit down and watch him as he comes to sit beside me, placing the water on the counter.

"I hope you like pineapple on pizza" He flips open the pizza box to reveal a pizza covered in pineapple.

"I guess this is a bad time to tell you I kinda hate it." I wince, looking up at him to see his face drop.

"Are you joking? Please tell me you're joking." He stares back at me in disbelief, as if I deserve jail time for my confession.

"I'm just kidding." I laugh, leaning forward to grab a slice before dropping it on my plate.

"That was mean" He scoffs, smirking at me as he takes a bite of his pizza slice.

We continue to eat the pizza while chatting about random things, although the main topic of conversation seems to be his next gig. Turns out it's a pretty big gig on halloween, and they're even starting to charge for tickets. Nothing super crazy, just around fifteen dollars, depends on the venue I think.

He also told me that they were thinking of maybe putting some of their music on streaming platforms. His face held this beaming expression as he spoke as if he was too happy to contain it. His smile made me smile.