Sketch

Chapter 2

I yanked on my flats, swung open the door, and shoved my phone into my satchel bag all in one fluid motion. I strode out to Devon's car which was currently parked in my driveway and Devon hopped out to hold the passenger side door open for me.

"What a gentleman," I smirked and slid into the leather seat, pulling the door shut behind me.

"I try my best," He smiled. I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms and Devon cast a glance at me in his mirror as we pulled out of my driveway.

"Why so unexcited?" He asked.

"Because I'm not," I shrugged. "I'm only here because I get food out of it."

"You love food, huh?" Devon smirked.

"With a passion," I smiled.

"So now I know that you're name is Natalia, you hate people, love coffee and sketching, and you love food!" He exclaimed triumphantly. "See? We're getting to know each other!"

"Get to know each other?" I snorted. "All I know about you is that you're stubborn and don't take no for an answer."

"Fine. We can play the question game then. But you have to answer the questions you ask," He offered.

"Deal," I smirked.

"Good. Fire away," He smiled.

"Favorite color?" I asked.

"Red," He answered. "You?"

"Red," I muttered. Devon grinned and I tried my best to ignore him.

"Favorite animal?" I inquired.

"Owls," He replied.

"Wolves," I smirked, glad to get something different. "Favorite movie?"

"Lord of the Rings," He smiled.

"Me too," I laughed.

"Now we have to get together and watch them," He smirked.

"Excuses to see me again?" I pried.

"See? You already know me pretty well," He chuckled. I rolled my eyes playfully and sat back in my seat, staring out the window. We pulled in to an Italian pizza place and scurried inside to beat a crowd.

"Devon!" Exclaimed the waiter at the reservation desk.

"Hey Antonino," Devon grinned and hugged the tall, thin man.

"I have your table ready for you amico. This way," Antonio smiled and led us towards the back. There weren't many people in the back so it was nice and quiet. We followed him a small table with a cloth and candles set up and I bit back a laugh. This boy was really trying, wasn't he?

Devon pulled my seat out for me and I sat down. He grinned at me and nodded towards the candles.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"It's okay," I lied.

"I'll take that as a good sign," He smirked.

"Hey, how do you know Antonio?" I asked.

"Family friend," Devon shrugged.

"You're Italian?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Tu sei la ragazza più bella che abbia mai incontrato," He smiled.

"Well then," I stared. "What did you say?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all," He smirked.

"No fair!" I sighed.

"Perfectly fair," He grinned as Antonio stopped at our table.

"What can I get you to drink tesoro?" Antonio asked, looking towards me.

"Water please," I answered.

"The usual for me. And usual pizza too," Devon said with a wave of his finger.

Antonio smiled with a nod and headed off towards the back of the room and into kitchen.

"So what is this said usual pizza?" I asked.

"You'll see," He smirked.

"I don't get to know anything, do I?" I huffed.

"Nope," He winked.

Ten minutes later, Antonio arrived bearing pizza. He set it down in front Devon and he grinned at me.

"Pineapple pizza. You just can't go wrong," He smirked.

"I'll have to agree with that statement," I smiled and grabbed a slice.

I gotta tell you, the pizza was amazing. I tried to play it off like it was alright but I just couldn't do it. Someone needed to build this pizza an alter.

"What do you think?" Devon asked with a smirk.

"Heavenly," I sighed.

"Good," He smiled.

"You sure no the way to a woman's heart," I frowned.

"Candle lit dinners?" He inquired.

"Amazing pizza," I corrected.

"My second guess," He laughed. "So that means you'll go out with me again?"

I stared at the mouth watering pizza and sighed. "Fine."

"Yes!" Devon exclaimed and I laughed.

"But," I smiled. "We are gonna go to my place to watch Lord of the Rings after this. Deal?"

"Deal. Definitely deal," He grinned.

Devon and I finished off the rest of the pizza and paid, saying our thank you's and goodbyes to Antonio. On the drive to my house, Devon told cheesy Italian jokes that I couldn't help but laugh at. We pulled into my driveway and I unlocked my front door and waved him in. I flipped on the light and Devon looked around.

"I know it's not much," I sighed, "But it's all I've got."

"I like it. It's cozy," He smirked.

I snorted and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards my room. I swung open my door and Devon gasped.

"Holy grail of drawings and band posters," He huffed.

"I like to decorate," I shrugged.

He strode over to one of my walls that was covered in sketches and stared at them.

"These are amazing," He breathed and brushed his fingers across a sketch of a woman, man, and child walking.

"Thanks," I smiled bashfully and rubbed my arm.

"Why do you draw all these different things?" He asked and stopped in front of a sketch of a car driving away into the distance.

"I prefer to draw things I want or things I can't have," I shrugged.

"What about this?" Devon asked, pointing at a drawing of a smiling woman.

"That's my mother. Or at least how I want her to be," I sighed.

"Where is your mom?" He pried.

"Probably out at her favorite bar. Just like every other night," I said and plopped down onto my bed. Devon frowned and sat down beside me, making me lean against him because of our weight difference. I cleared my throat and got up, popping the first Lord of the Rings movie into the DVD player.

"Let the marathon begin," I grinned and layed back in my bed beside Devon.

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