love and war: a fireafy fanfic

chapter twelve: leafy

I feel Pin tugging on my hair. "Bitch, why is your hair so messy!" Pin yells.
 I frown and retort back. "I had a fucking crazy mission today. You should be nice and help me with my hair. I need it layered and shiny looking." 

She rolls her eyes and continues to make my hair scream in pain. "You're so damn freaking lucky I exist. Your ass wouldn't know how to properly curl your hair."
I roll my eyes dramatically. While she does that I apply mascara to my eyelashes. "Dude, be careful with my hair. I don't want to be bald. I also don't want to ruin my lashes." I groan.

She scoffs. "If you don't want to look hot then that's fine by me." She says while continuing to kill my damn hair.

I set my mascara down and sigh. I prop myself on my elbows. All I've been thinking about was Firey. When I visited his place. His very, very, nice damn place. I wonder if that oodie I was wearing was his. And his cooking, god that was so good. Plus him boxing. Hell, he looked so damn fine. But the main thing on my mind was why I'm thinking about him so damn much. All damn night. I don't even understand why I want to go to this restaurant so fucking badly with him. 

"All done." Pin says turning off the curler and setting it aside. "Your hair is perfect." She grins, a smug look in her eyes. I touch my hair and look at the layers and curls she fixed up for me. I smile brightly. "Thanks." 

She shrugs and tilts her chin up high. "Ah, no problem. I want my best friend looking nice for her crush." I frown and stare at her like she did something wrong. "What the hell! I do not like him!" 
She rolls her eyes and lets out a laugh. If I was allowed to, I would suffocate her and burn her damn body. "Sure, you do." She says sarcastically. 

I sigh and stand up. I look down at my green emerald colored dress. 

"You're so damn lucky I'm letting you borrow my dress. It's one of my favorites." Pin smirks at me and looks me up and down. "He's gonna die when he sees you in a tight, hot, satin dress." 

I shake my head. "No, he isn't. I'm a spy, and he's some player who probably has five girlfriends right now." I mutter.

Pin laughs and shakes her head. "So? There isn't a damn rule where it says that spies have to not have crushes and have a relationship." 

"Well, uh, it's a distraction." I retort.

Ping.

I stare at my phone and see a message from Firey. Instead of me answering to it, Pin grabs my phone and smirks.

"He'll be at your place in five." She says holding the phone close to my face so I can see it clearly. "Uh, okay..." I answer, pushing the phone away from my face.
Pin pulls my phone away from my face and puts it in a small black purse. She then goes in her closet and takes out some black heels. "You can borrow my heels too. I need you to look perfect." 

I take the heels from her and put them on. God, I hate heels so damn much. "Thanks Pin."

She nods. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Remember what I said. You need to act perfect and mature during a date, but also act like yourself." 

I nod and roll my eyes. She's been telling me this all day. "Yeah, I know." 

She sighs and walks me to her living room. "When your date is over, come back to my place and tell me all about it. I must be the first person to know." She giggles.

I shrug and nod. "Sure, I mean, who else would I be telling? You're the only person I told who knows that I'm going on a date with Firey." 

She sighs. "Okay, just wanted you to know." 

I nod and then my phone lights up again. I pull it out of the bag and smile.

"He's here isn't he?" Pin says.

I nod. "Yeah, he is." 

She then pushes me to the front door. "Go see him!" 

I nod and walk out the front door. I see him in his fancy  car and him smoking a cigarette. God, I hate the smell of those things. Four smokes those things a lot and it stinks up the office sometimes.

I walk over to his car and smile. "Hi." He smirks and takes the cigarette out of his mouth. Trails of smoke surrounding him. He then smothers it. "Hey Leafy, you're looking amazing tonight." 

I smile, feeling my stomach squeeze. "Uh, thanks." I go and reach for the door but he speaks up. "Ah! No, you're not touching that damn door tonight. Let me get that for you." He then gets out of his seat and opens the door for me. I can see his outfit now. He's wearing a sharp black tuxedo. He then opens the door for me. "Hop in." 

I nod and get into his car. I put my seat belt on. "You have a nice car." 

He smirks and turns the engine on. I can hear it growl as he hits the gas petal. "Yeah, I know. She's a damn beauty. She's a chevrolet corvette. Every time I drive in this thing I can see other drivers staring at it." He chuckles. I nod and feel the gust of wind flowing through my hair. "Cool." I glance at him and see his fancy suit. "So where are we gonna go for dinner?" 

"We're going to that fancy restaurant. Uh, it's called," He pauses and squints his eyes a bit, until they light up. "Quantum Quisine of Goiky."  I'm in disbelief. That restaurant. That's where like, only rich ass people can afford. Plus its very popular, actors, singers, and business owners go there. Another thing is that it's far away from where I live. 

"You do know that place is like, I dunno, thirty minutes away?" I inquired, a hint of disbelief in my voice. He just laughs and shrugs. "Yeah, I know damn well Leafs. It just means I have more time to talk with you."

I feel my chest flutter. No, no, no. Why am I feeling this damn way.  "You're blushing Leafy. Is that from me or is it from the weather?" He says confident, but with a flirty tone. I blink and I look at myself in the side-view mirror. I am blushing. Why? I think it's cause of the weather. "It's the weather." 

He rolls his eyes. "Alright." He then bites his lip and looks at me. His expression is serious. "What's your favorite flower?" What the hell? That's such a random question. "I like peonies and roses. Why?" 

He lets out those cocky laughs. "Really? I thought it would be wisteria  or something. It's your last name." He stops talking for a second and speaks up again. "I wanted to know so that next time I hang out with you or bring you out on a date I can buy you those flowers." 

I freeze. What..?

He looks at me and gives me a soft smile. He looks kinda cute when he's smiling like that. "You're blushing again. It's kinda cute seeing you all flustered like this." 

God damn it, why is my heart beating so damn fast and why is my stomach acting this kinda way. "Uh, thanks?" 

He nods looking back at the road. "Ah, no problem. But I'm just stating damn facts right now."

Why's he acting so damn flirty right now. God, if he keeps this up I think I might be blushing too much. "Okay."

We pull up into a parking lot. I look up and see a the restaurant. "This place looks just as nice as the pictures."

He raises an eyebrow. "Your first time here? I'll make it the best first time then." He says, opening his door and walking to mine. He opens it and smirks. "After you princess." 

I smile softly and nod. "Thank you." I get out of the car and look back at him.

He then pulls me closer to him so our bodies are touching. He takes my arm and wraps his arm around it. "There, I like this."  I feel my face go warm as we walk to the entrance, arm in arm. "This place is so sophisticated." I say in awe.

He nods. "It sure is. Pretty damn chic." We walk to the waiter up front. Firey starts talking to the girl while I look at the place.

The restaurant has great décor and ambiance. There are dimmed lights and candlelights scattered across the tables. The tables, covered with pristine white tablecloths. The waiters and guests are  dressed in tuxedos and formal attire. Soothing music and quiet conversation are in the background.

I then feel Firey start tugging on my arm. "Let's go darling. We're being seated." 

My face feels hot and I nod. We follow the waitress and get seated in a seat. I sit down in the comfortable fancy seat.

The table had a candlelight, velvet napkins, and lots of utensils. "This is pretty, isn't it?" I say. He nods. "It sure is. Do you like it?" He asks, while the waiter puts out two menus in front of us. 

I nod and take the menu and open it. I see a wide selection of gourmet dishes and wines. "Damn this is a lot." I say. He nods. "Yup." He then sets his menu down. "I made up my mind. You?"

"Yeah. I'm getting lobster ravioli." He props his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his hands. "Really? Well I'm getting, stout-braised lamb shanks."

I cross my legs and nod. "Yeah. Anyways, have you been here before? It seems like these waiters know you." 

His eyes widen a bit, like I found something out important. "Uh, yeah." He says rubbing his neck.

I nod. "Cool."

"My dad is friends with the person who owns this place." He adds on his expression smug and confident.

I act like I'm surprise. I'm not. I already know that his dad is friends with the owner. Perks of being a spy. You know everything. "Wow! Really!" I gushed. 

He lifts his chin up in pride. "Oh hell yeah." He smirks. "Lucky my dad owns a company."

The waitress then comes. "Hi, my name is Ruby Crimson! I will be serving you tonight! What drinks can I get for you?"

Firey speaks up. "I'll have iced tea. What about you Leafs?"

"Water is fine." 

Ruby then nods and walks away.

FIrey looks at me and raises an eyebrow, his face in surprise. "Water? Are you serious? That's so plain." He playfully teases. 

I frown and roll my eyes. "So? I choose water. Who cares?"

Firey's corners of his mouth tilt up into another smirk. "You're cute when you're annoyed." He blurts. I raise an eyebrow. "What?"

He chuckles. Then the waiter brings the drinks to us. "Here you go!"

"Thanks." "Thank you." We both say.

Firey then looks at my hand. "You have a scratch at your hand?" He points at it. I glare at it and frown. I got it from a mission I had to do. "Uh, yeah I do."

His face looks serious. "How'd you get it?"

I think of a lie. "Honestly, I kind of forget that those are there." He shakes his head and his eyebrows furrow. "You didn't ask my question. How did you get that scratch." His tone serious.

I shrug. "I learned the hard way that my neighbor's cat isn't very friendly."

I then glance at his arm. There are scars on his wrist. "Where did you get those scratches." 

His face tenses for a second. He the recovers and smirks. Looks like I hit a nerve. "Sorry, that's top secret information. Highly classified."  I laugh and nod. "Is it really?" He nods. "Yup!"

The waiter comes back to the table and has a notepad in her hand. "Hi again, are you guys ready to order?"

Firey nods. "Yes. My future-to-be wife over here wants lobster ravioli. I want stout-braised lamb shanks." 

The red haired women nods. "Okay, is that it?" 

Firey nods.

When Ruby leaves I glare at Firey with a frown and shake my head. "What was that about?"

He laughs. "Nah, you're blushing. You liked that didn't you my future wife?" 

My frown goes deeper but I can't help but smile a bit but I try to hide it. "N-no! I'm not!"

We talk for a bit more and our food comes in.

"This looks great!" Firey booms. 

I nod and pull out my phone to take a picture of it. I then post it on my snapchat story and send it to Pin.

"I bet you're gonna post it later." Firey laughs.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

He smiles. " dig in now."