Sunset Under the Waterfall

Chapter 7: Not Being At Home=Happier Me

"Oh my god, Martin," Dylan muttered," it's so big."

"Yeah, but the mess..." he stopped me from saying anything with a quick kiss. We separated and then he started to lick his lips. "Don't worry, if we make too much of a mess, I can clean it up."

He then proceeded to get closer to the floor. He reached under the table to grab the flour. What? Not what you were expecting? We're making pizza dough! Jeez, get your minds out of the gutter. He put the flour all over the table and our dough ball, which was the size of a basketball. I don't think we followed the instruction correctly though...

Dylan's mom left to go get some olives and other toppings for the pizza. Why we couldn't eat pizza from a restaurant, you say? Because making a pizza on your own makes it special.

Dylan and I were alone, except for his kitten, Piper. She was adorable, with dark fur, yellow eyes, and her cute little nose. But, not as cute as Dylan. I said that to him and he kissed me for saying so.

We continued making the dough o the pizza when he hugged me from behind, kissing my neck. I giggled. Great, now he probably knows I'm super ticklish. Just what I wanted. For even my boyfriend to know I'm ticklish.

But he's not my boyfriend yet. He hasn't asked me out. I guess I'll do things my way.

"Dylan", I shouted, wasn't exactly my intention, but it got his attention," Will you be my boyfriend?" I caught his eyes for just a moment, sheer surprise glittered in them, then he lunged at me and kissed me. My eyes were wide open, he started to giggle. We parted and he continued," Martin Vale, I would gladly take the honor of being your boyfriend. I was going to ask you that tonight, but now from you also works. I really like you, so I hope you don't mind me trying to spend every second I can with you."

My heart melted as he said that. I hugged him, he hugged back. It was amazing. he then got out some Airheads Extreme and gave me one. I started to eat it, but Dylan starts eating the other side of the sugary rope. I started to eat it, and when we got to the middle, I kissed him. In the same process though, I stole the rest of the rope from his mouth. All in all, it was a pretty good strategy. He laughed at it too.

We continued to make the dough, and Dylan's mom arrived home with olives, peppers, onions, cheese, sauce, sausage, and mushrooms. This might just be better than Razano's pizza.

It took 15 minutes for the pizza to cook. In the time it took to cook, we explained to Dylan's mom how we met. Of course, he didn't tell her about killing a bunch of kids while dragging me all over the school. I guess that was a more private thing. That also goes for the few seconds of holding me close to his chest.

"I'm so happy you two met!" His mother exclaimed," Dylan never really had a real friend..."

"Mom!" Dylan shouted in protest.

" He mainly had people who liked him. Never really had a distinct friend group."

Dylan was blushing rose red from embarrassment, and it was the cutest thing ever. I know it's embarrassing to bring up memories to your friends when your mom is telling the story.

"Well, I think being in one group isn't really a goo thing," I spoke up, "If you're only in one, then you have limited options about your friends, but being in multiple groups allows you to have the opportunity to meet a bunch of people." I looked up to see Dylan smiling at me and his mom also smiling.

"When you put it like that, Martin, I guess it is better like that." His mom replied. The oven started to go off," Oh! That must be the pizza. Both of you go wash your hands please."

She left the room, and as soon as she did, Dylan jumped on me, pinned me down to my seat and kissed me. Nothing can make you happier than a kiss with the person you love, I mean, am I right or am I right?

We parted and smiled. "Always have my back, don't you?" He pulled me up, and kissed me one last time before we went into the kitchen. The pizza sat right on the table. The crust was a perfect dark gold color, the cheese and sauce bubbled in areas, and the toppings looked delicious.

Halfway through the pizza, Dylan came up for air, sauce dripping down his chin. "Ow! It burns!"

I grabbed a napkin from the center of the table and wiped the sauce off of his chin. "Well maybe it wouldn't burn if you ate through the thing at the speed of sound without letting it cool enough."

" Ok, I'll eat slower," he grumbled, his eyes turning into a golden kind of color from the kitchen lights. I swear, he has eye contacts that change color or something like that.

He smiled at me and then went back to eating, but still as fast as before. I feel as if he'll never listen to my advice. Oh well, I still like him a lot and I can put up with him. At least I get to spend the night here...