Brooklyn (A Paul Lahote Story)

Chapter Eleven

"Okay, I'll wear my high waisted bell bottom jeans with my black knit crop top-"

"With the flounce-layered bodice, long sleeves, an elasticized off-the-shoulder neckline, and raw-cut trim?!" Becca excitedly asks, a huge smile on her face.

I laugh, nodding. "Yes, Miss fashionista." I say, a light giggle in my voice.

"You should wear your black, open toe wedges too!" She says and I slowly nod, walking over to my closet and opening it before pulling out the shoes.

"And I'll just have my hair in a half up, half down bun." I add, placing the shoes down and next to my outfit on a chair.

It's Sunday and I called Becca, seeking help for what I should wear tomorrow for my first day of school. Of course I want to look nice, but I also don't want to stand out like a sore thumb.

"Dani, pizza is here!" I hear Leah shout and I look towards my door before back at my iPad.

"Got to go.. Text you later!" I say, smiling softly at my best friend.

"Okay, love you!" She smiles back, blowing me a kiss.

I reciprocate the action, saying 'love you too' before exiting out of the FaceTime, turning off the device before exiting my room.

I hop down the stairs in my grey knitted shorts and white t-shirt with my hair in a messy bun. I push my square-ish, black colored glasses up my nose some more as I descend the stairs, my sock covered feet padding against the hardwood flooring.

"Hey Brooklynn.." Paul smirks, walking over to me with four pieces of pizza on his plate. Why do they eat so much?!

"Hi jackass." I hiss, brushing past him and towards the pizza, my stomach growling for my special pizza.

I enjoy eating whole wheat pizza with no red sauce - only garlic sauce, mozzarella cheese and loads of broccoli. I call it my special pizza because that's what my mom called it when I was little - and its stuck to me since.

"Hey dad!" I say, passing him to get to my pie.

"Hey princess. I-"

"Where is it?" I ask, opening all six boxes of pizza only to find all different kinds except mine.

"You see, Paige wanted a vegetarian pizza-" My dad starts, motioning towards the third box and I make a face. "-and she was okay with the pizza you wanted but told me that they don't make that kind of pies. So, I just got that one." He finishes and I make another face, my eyebrows raised.

"Dad, it's just dough, garlic sauce - that every pizzeria has - cheese and broccoli!" I say, lifting my hands up and letting them smack against my thighs.

"Everyone has that!" I raise my voice before marching out of the room and towards the stairs.

"So, wha-"

"Save it, Paul." I grimace, running up the stairs. But, to my dismay, someone just had to grab my arm.

"Hey.. What's the matter?" Paul quietly asks, his eyebrows pushed down and worry in his eyes.

We are standing a little too close to my preference but my anger towards my dad and Paige pushes that aside.

"Paige, that's what's wrong." I say, looking up into his brown orbs.

Paul frowns, bringing his hand down my arm and grabs my hand, guiding me back down the stairs. In the process towards the door, he grabs a pair of keys before opening it and slamming it shut.

"What are you doing?" I ask, stopping on the deck, making him stop with me.

"Taking you to the pizza place so you can get your pizza." He says like it's obvious. How does he-

"Okay, a: how do you know I didn't get my pizza? And b: I'm not wearing the right clothes nor shoes to go out in freezing weather." I say, crossing my arms.

"Oh, um..." Paul stumbles over his words, opening the door and quickly grabbing something, only to reveal a pair of my boots once he steps back out. "Put these on...and.." He says, handing them to me before taking off his jacket.

I slowly put on my shoes, making sure my feet are all the way in before standing straight and grabbing the jacket. "And you know how?" I ask, pushing my arms through the large sleeves. It smells like him...- shut it. It's large and freezing out and I don't like his smell.

"I was standing there when you said it." He quickly answers, grabbing my hand and pulling me down the stairs and towards on of the trucks; a blue truck.

"I don't have my money.." I say as he guides me to the passenger side, opening the door for me.

"Don't worry about it." He smiles and I can't help but smile back before climbing into the car.

Paul gets in the car a moment later, starting the engine before backing out of the large driveway and down the dirt road.

The car ride doesn't last long, but it feels like forever due to the fact that no one is talking.
I, however, am thinking about why he's suddenly being so nice to me. First, he's a jerk and then all of the sudden is a unicorn, jumping over rainbows that have a pot of gold at the end. To sum it all up, he's confusing. Bipolar maybe.

"Okay, Quilietes Pizzeria." He says and I look up from my lap, seeing the small restaurant that is filled with music and a bunch of people.

I smile softly at the grey colored building before getting out of the truck and landing my feet on the rocky pavement.

Instantly, my legs get cold due to the weather causing me to shiver slightly and I push my glasses up my nose. Please be warm inside...

"Let's get you inside before you get a cold." Paul mumbles, grabbing my hand before leading me towards the building.

For some odd reason, once he got close to me my body stopped shivering. The cold weather was being fought off by the warmth from his body and I can't help but wonder why and how.

"Me? What about you? You're in a t-shirt." I say, pulling myself closer to his warmth. "And why are you so hot?" I groan, entering the warm building with him behind me.

"I'm fine, and I'm glad that you finally see me for how I am." He smirks, walking over to the line for the register.

"You know what I mean, idiot." I laugh, pushing him slightly and he laughs, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him.

"Sorry Dani." Paul whispers, pressing his lips against my forehead and I close my eyes, enjoying how close we are. Stop it Danielle.

"Next!" The cashier yells and the couple in front of us moves forward, giving the guy their order.

I look around slowly, noticing the majority of people in the restaurant are couples. Next, I look up and notice how Paul and I are acting; how close we are. No no no no no.. Quickly, I push myself away from him and cross my arms, ignoring the questioning look he's giving me.

"Next!" The guy shouts and I step forward, smiling softly to the tanned boy before giving him my order.

"A large broccoli wheat pizza with no red sauce please." I say and the cashier punches it in before looking up at me with a smile.

"Anything else, gorgeous?" He asks and I blush lightly, looking away.

"No, that's it." Paul growls and I roll my eyes, giving him a look.

Maybe he is bipolar.

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A/N: So, I feel like this is crappy and not well written but I tried! Hope you liked it - even the little part where Paul is being nice to Danielle.

Like always, leave your thumbs and thoughts, letting me know what you think!

Also, for the ones who live in America - Happy 4th of July!!!!!!!

Until next chapter,
C