Pizza-line Bling

Ham & Cheese Pizza

*Leslie's P.O.V.*

Not even ten minutes had passed since Drake canceled on me, when I heard a buzzing noise from the floor. Before I could do anything, Mia stood up and went over to check it out.

"I freaking knew it! This guy is too into you to just dump your sorry ass half an hour before your date," she wiggled her eyebrows and handing me my phone right after pressing the Accept Call button.

"O-uh, um... Hey?" I spoke, unsure of what to tell him.

"I know that I cancelled our plans before, and I'm sorry for that, but if you still can... Um... Do you want to transfer our d- outing to the pizzeria?" he asked me softly through the phone. He sounded out of breath, and maybe just a little bit scared.

"To the pizzeria? But isn't it closed right now?"

I mean, why go to a restaurant that is actually closed? There will be no food, no food, and more importantly... No food! What are we going to do then?

"Practically, yes. But I have something planned for us to do," I could hear him smiling through the phone. You know, the tone of your voice and the way you pronounce some words change as your emotions do.

Mia nudged my side and smirked at me. "Cake by the pizzas, ha!" she whisper-sang with the melody of Cake By The Ocean in my other ear.

I swear she could sing a cover of any song for every damn situation throughout the day.

Rolling my eyes and slapping her off my face, I accepted Drake's offer and ended up shouting at Mia to prepare my clothes, makeup and hair dryer as I was taking a faster-you-die bath.

Needless to say that I was more than ready in less than a fifteen-minute period. I had Mia's dress on, along with a pair of white Keds, and my hair was messily, but fortunately nicely, styled in a high ponytail.

After dropping off Mia, my dad drove me towards the pizzeria. The atmosphere wouldn't be thought as a heavy one. The latest pop hits were playing on the radio, while we had an unintentional silence treatment going on between us.

"Have you talked to mum?" he asked after a while.

"Well, I talked to her yesterday, but don't expect anything major," I shrugged. "Do you know when she'll be coming home?"

"No idea," was the last thing he said before he pulled over right outside the pizzeria.

I walked out of the car without looking back, with the fear of being caught blushing by my dad.

When I reached the door, I couldn't clearly make out what was going on inside. The glass door and the windows had that weird poster thingy on, through which you can see clearly when you are inside the pizzeria, but when you are outside you can't.

Trying to find my phone in my purse, my mind went back to my embarrassing moment of the previous night. Falling on my butt thanks to the guy I'm going out with today.

What a lovely memory we made.

Before I could text Drake to open the door, he actually beat me to it. With a wide smile on his face, he pushed the door towards me, making sure the door didn't bump with my face.

"Took you long enough," he chuckled.

"It would have taken less if you had informed me about your changes of plans, dear," I playfully slapped his chest.

He shook his head and motioned for me to walk in further into the huge area.

"You look great by the way," he told me with a playful smirk.

As we were walking further inside, I noticed Abi and some other people cleaning up the tables, floor, even the walls. Abi waved at me as we passed by her and I greeted her with a smile.

"We will be working at the kitchen," Drake said once we reached the very back of the dining area.

"You're making me clean up?" I raised my eyebrows in half-confusion, half-surprise. "Am I at least getting payed?" I joked.

"Would I ever make you clean up?" he rolled his eyes, as he dragged me towards the massive kitchen island with the numerous hot plates and stoves attached to it.

"Do I know?"

"Well, I'd never. Now you know," he let out a small laugh. He then went over to what looked like a fridge and took out a handful of dough.

Are we making pizza?!

"Take this and find the rolling pin in the cupboard behind you. I'll bring the baking dish," he paused to take a look at me. "And I should probably bring you an apron, too. We don't want your little dress to get dirty," he gave me a dazzling smile.

I snapped my daze down to the floor, not wanting him to see me all blushed and stuff.

As soon as he came back, he positioned himself right next to me. His upper arm was touching my bare shoulder, making me flinch a little.

"You can start making the dough into a circular shape as I heat the tomato sauce," he pinched my cheek. "I think you should stop blushing, though. All this heat might damage your brain," he laughed at me.

"Oh, shut it," I pushed him towards the stoves, when my phone buzzed.

Abi: If you want this to be a date, try and make it look like one <3

But how?

My hands, unconsciously, turned the dough into a heart shape.

Looks good to me, I shrugged.

"Are you talking to yourself in your brain like the girl in Awkward?"

I span around and looked at Drake confused. "What?" I asked.

"Your facial expressions are priceless, I mean it," he chuckled. "Huh-" he said once he saw the dough.

"Don't you like it?" my eyes fell to my hands.

"It's absolutely adorable, stupid," he said and started filling it up with the sauce he had made.

After that was done, I grabbed the grated cheese and sprinkled it all over the dough. Drake took the pepperoni in his hands and started placing them randomly over the cheese.

"Do you not know how to design a pizza?!" I squealed and carefully took away the pepperonis he had put on. Shoving him out of the way, laughing, I placed back the pepperonis but again in a heart shape. Finally, I took the chopped green peppers and mushrooms and put them in the middle.

"You are really something else," he tapped my nose. The thing is, after that, my nose felt wet. I turned to Drake and at that moment, something flashed in my face.

"Did you just-"

"What the hell is going on here?!"