One Day {Justin Bieber}

Chapter Eight

*Justin’s POV*

As soon as my lips hit hers, I knew it was right. Not only was the kiss perfect, but Molly was into it. She wanted to kiss me.

Thank God.

 She pulls her lips off mine and leans back a little, sinking her teeth into her lower lip.

“So…” She starts.

“So,” I reply with a smile, licking my lips.

“What are we going to do today?”

I smile. “You choose.”

“Hmm… I’m craving pizza…?”

“Never is eating pizza ever a question in my house!”

“This is my house, Justin…” She raises her eyebrow.

I roll my eyes. “Pizza it is.”

We walk to the pizza parlor side-by-side (I wish we were hand-in-hand, but I hope that’ll come sometime soon), and as soon as we reach it, I hold the door open as Molly heads in.

“Whose that, Justin? Is that Molly?” A man shouts from behind me but I keep my head low and follow Molly into the restaurant.

Warm air greets me as I step into the parlor to see Molly turned to me, smiling.

“They have a table ready for us, Jay.”

“Perfect,” I smile back at her.

We follow a pretty, young girl with a nice ass to our table towards the back of the restaurant. Eyes follow both Molly and I as we walk, but I ignore them. I’m fairly used to it at this point after all.

“Does this work?” The waitress stops and turns around in front of the table set for us.

I lick my lips. I know that Molly and I are here ‘together’, but I can’t help it… My hormones!! The waitress has on a tight shirt that flatters and, well, enlarges her boobs, and, to be honest…it looks good.

Molly nudges my shoulder and I snap out of my little daydream-thing. “Y-yeah,” I croak then clear my throat. “Yeah. It’s perfect.”

The waitress nods. “Great. I’ll be back in just a minute.” She gives me a wink and struts off.

Molly turns to me, her arms crossed over her chest. She raises her eyebrow.

I shake it off and pull the chair in front of her out. “Let’s eat!”

She giggles and sits down. I walk around to the opposite side of the table and join her.

I rest my elbows on the table and lean closer to her. The scent of her perfume, which is actually my perfume, fills my nose, bringing a smile to my lips.

“So, what are you gonna get?” I ask her.

“Uh, I was thinking pizza.”

“Right. Yeah,” I shake my head and chuckle. That was stupid. Stupid.

The waitress comes back - her boobs looking seemingly larger - to take our order.

“I’ll take a Pepsi,” Molly orders.

“Same,” I agree.

“Perfect. Do we know what we want to order?” She smirks and her eyes stay on mine.

Why is she smirking? What does she think I’m gonna do to her? Or…for her? Does she not see that I'm here on a date?

“I think so…” Molly snaps me out of my thoughts again. “Right, Jay?”