deep blue eyes // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 37 - Double Date

For the whole car ride, Elizabeth is acting kind of nervous, so I just keep reassuring her that everything will go fine, and it will all be fun and good. When we arrive at the restaurant, both of us are surprised to see how fancy it really is. We're glad we decided to put on nice clothes for this. Sometimes it's easy to forget how rich these two boys really are. Inside, everything is red and dimly lit, with low lights and romantic candles. I find it interesting that Antoine chose a place like this. Inside, he really is such a romantic. We spot Neymar and Antoine sitting together in a booth. Neymar is leaned back, hands behind his head casually, wearing a blue button-down that has the first few buttons undone that's half tucked in, navy blue fancier pants, and a brown belt. Antoine is stunning, as always. He is wearing beige fancy pants, a tight white shirt that is also unbuttoned at the top, and a darker brown belt.

The shirt! That shirt makes him look so. Hot.

We go over to the table, me ahead of Elizabeth, confidently leading her. Neymar looks up and stands right away to see his date. He studies her, eyebrows raised in interest. Probably at her showy outfit. Finally, after a little too long of awkward silence between the four of us, he puts his hand out for her to shake it. "Neymar. My name is Neymar. I don't believe I've seen you at our school before. Do you go there, to the same one Sage here goes?"

She smiles, embarrassed, saying, "No, I go to the same school. I guess I just am... a little shy. I'm Sage's friend." I grin. It takes bravery for a shy girl to admit she is shy, that's for sure. Especially to her crush.

"Oh," he smiles, his brown eyes softening a bit. "I like shy girls. I also like hot girls. So you fit both criteria."

I watch as my best girl friend goes bright pink. She starts twirling a lock of her blond hair between her fingers, glancing at the floor, as she often seems to do when uncomfortable, excited, or embarrassed. I'm sure she's feeling very excited and embarrassed right now. I'm sure her heart is leaping. Because I know how it feels. I'm dating a guy who I have had the hugest crush on for, like, ever. So I totally get how she feels right now. "T- Thank you..." she stutters.

"So, what's your name?" Neymar asks Elizabeth as the three of us get settling in our seats. Me and Antoine share a look- we both seem to agree on how well this seems to be going.

"I'm Elizabeth," she mutters with a cute smile, not meeting his focused eyes on her, and tucking a lock of blond hair behind her ear.

"Elizabeth?" he smiles back, a slightly amused look on his face.

Then Antoine offers, "Neymar, should we order now?"

Neymar nods, and we all do so. Antoine is paying for himself and me, and Neymar is paying for himself and Elizabeth.

Once we get our food, which is impressively quick, we all start eating. Antoine gently takes my hand in his, which I just had sitting on the table. He wraps his hand around it tightly, without looking up at me- just casually continuing to eat. Even though he is content with just sitting there together quietly, I, on the other hand, am not. So I blurt quietly, meant just for him, although I know Elizabeth, being very aware of her surroundings, hears too, "Antoine, you look... stunning."

He looks up a sweet, stupid smile on his face. "Coming from you," he says. "Do you know how beautiful you look tonight?"

I grin at him. "That outfit makes you look... so hot."

He grins back. "Does it?"

"Certainly."

"Well, you're outfit makes you look even more hot, then," he counters with a mischievous grin in a low voice.

Oh my God. Is he trying to kill me? He's so...

Ugh.

Why, how, does he do this to my emotions like this?

I guess I should be happy. I should've been expecting this. I wore this outfit in order to make him realize me. And it seems like it's working.

"So, baby, I have a birthday coming up, you know," he starts. He adds the word 'baby' in there so easily. So casually. Does he always talk like this, in this tone?

"Oh, really?" I smile, trying to keep it together. I want him to hold me. Like, right now. I just have to fight that off, at least for now. "How old are you turning?"

"Adult. I'm turning adult age."

Neymar glances over at him, grinning. "Ha ha. You're not an adult yet? Well, I am-"

"Shut up," he grins, nudging him.

Elizabeth giggles at this covering her mouth.

"Oh yeah, and then we have this cutie," Neymar teases. "What're you giggling about, huh, girl?"

She shrugs, blushing bright red.

"God," Neymar grins, rolling his eyes, faking annoyance. "You're so annoying. You hardly talk! Why won't you open up, huh? Oh, I've got an idea!" Everyone at the table looks at Neymar in waiting. "Maybe this will get you to open up a bit, Elizabeth." He suddenly leans over the table, grabbing the back of Elizabeth's neck slightly aggressively, and kisses her. And I mean kiss. Like, sexual kiss kind of stuff.

Elizabeth's eyes go wide, and she makes a squeak noise. Her face is redder than a tomato, I'm sure of it. Neymar pulls her closer to him, before pulling her away, muttering into her ear. "Come on. At least try to cut loose. Kiss me back, will you?" Then he leans in again, and goes back to the kiss. I watch as, after a few hesitant seconds, Elizabeth shuts her eyes and pushes closer into Neymar, finally messily kissing him back.

I grin at Antoine, saying jokingly, as they make out next to us, "So, Antoine, about your birthday..."

Antoine bursts out laughing, so hard that he holds his side, his face going bright pink, his eyes shut tight. I go hysterical, too, because he is, and I love laughing with him. I made him laugh that hard. I love it, and I love the look of joy on his face as he laughs with me. And I love the way as our laughter dies down, his deep ocean blue eyes still shine at me.

Neymar punches him lightly, saying, "Don't make fun of us. I bet you can't kiss your girl that good, eh, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth tries to speak, but then just makes a speak that makes us all chuckle. She clears her throat, muttering, "Y- You can k- kiss, boy. You can kiss. You can kiss good."

"She can't speak because she was just blessed by the god of kissing," Neymar jokes lightheartedly.

We all laugh, and I'm pretty sure Elizabeth is still too amazed to move.

"Anyway, Griezmann," Neymar grins, leaning into him. "As I was saying, I bet you can't kiss Prefect that well, huh?"

He shrugs, slightly embarrassed looking. "Nah, probably not. I'm less experienced, dude." But then he turns to me. "She doesn't mind it, though. I'm all she's known, right?"

I roll my eyes. "Antoine, don't even try to say you kiss bad. You- you're kissing drives me insane, Antoine. You're kissing i-"

"Mmm, shut up. It's our turn." He interrupts me with a kiss to the lips, channeling all his love, all his passion, all of it, into that kiss. It's enough to make my whole body feel weak, and I just lean into him, never wanting to pull away.

I was so right just now when I stated that his kisses drive me insane. I was so right. Because I never, ever, want this kiss to end. And I wish it never had to.