Seal's POV

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I knocked on the door constantly wiping my hands on my jeans. A opens the door and closes it.

"Okay so let's set some rules. No getting drunk. No drugs. No sex. She can stay over your house but no sex. If you break any of these Rules I will find you and I will hurt you then throw your body at the zoo for the lions. I already know Brian will chop of your dick and feed it to the alligators. But in reality all we can do is run you over multiple times then shoot you in the legs so you don't walk. Hurt her bad we'll shoot your dick."  She says

And because this is A I kind of believe her so I nod not saying anything. She opens the door and Denise comes out looking so beautiful. I smile and it's so crazy how she agreed to go and to be my girlfriend.

I take her hand and open the door for her. I take her to my favorite pizza place.

"Hi Nancy!" I say to the shop owner

"Ohhhh Seal! Dear it's been so long! How are you?? What would you like??" Nancy says

Nancy is the shop owner here and she around her 50's but she's still going strong.

"I'm fine Nancy. I'd like a pepperoni pizza and-" I look at Denise

"What would you like?" I ask

"I like Pepperoni " she says

"One whole pepperoni" I say and she types down the order. I take out my wallet to pay when she stops me.

"No need for that. It's on the house. No fighting with me on this." She says and gives me a pointed look

"Okaaayyyyyy" I say and Denise and I find our seats

"You look beautiful." I say probably for the millionth time already

"Haha Seal you've said that ten times already" She says

I blush and she takes my hand.

"Thanks." She smiles

We talk about all kinds of stuff and Nancy brings our food. We eat and I see some sauce on her lip.

"Uh Den you have some sauce on your lip" I say chuckling as my mind comes up with the msot cliché thing to do

"Here let me get it" I say and take a piece of tissue and wipe it off. I don't remove my hand from her face though. I stare into her lovely eyes and we just stare at each other when we were  interrupted by the sound of the door opening. I pull back and we both blush redder than a tomato.

Wellll my cliché plan worked

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