My Pizza Guy. (editing)

5 ~ His Reaction.

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Yeah I know... u.u

It ain't Saturday. Nuh uh. It's Thursday alright. u.u

But this very close friend of mine wanted me to update today and since I kinda ruined her pretty shirt by accidentally striking my pen on it.... she had a right to tell me I owed her.

And of all the things... she asked me to update. ;D

And I thought, dude. That's the least I can do for you. ♥

So this chapter is for @illusionsaround , my VERY close friend. ♥♥♥

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Chuck chuckled.

That sounds funny. 'Chuck chuckled'. Like Drea drealed. Tehehee... Lame, I know. So stop showing me the face.

He can't possibly think you're serious. My brain commented. Peyton go hide behind that bush! my heart said. Baby you need tuh know that he ain't the slightest interested in yeh. my conscience spat.

"Could you repeat that?" he said, frowning and stopping his hot chuckles.

I frowned back. I swear I said it loud and clear.

"Did you just ask me to prom?" He asked awkwardly, "Or did I hear you wrong?"

Nigga say wha...??? my conscience frowned. My brain and heart frowned and nodded.

I closed my eyes and exhaled. "You heard me... Right." I opened my eyes.

He looked like I'd asked him if men could get pregnant.

Yes. He had a ridiculous expression on his face.

Well shit.

I saw that coming.

Double shit.

"You... uhh.. you just asked.." he tried to remember my exact words.

At that moment, I wanted to slap my face, with a fish.

I felt like a goof. And I silently prayed he forgot my words completely.

Like what the actual chicken.

He couldn't imagine me saying that. He just couldn't imagine me asking him to prom.

Well, if you look at it the right way, that's normal. Brain explained.

How? I croaked.

He delivers you pizza, he comes back for coke, he meets you in the bus and tells you his name. And you go to the fast food just to ask him if he would go to prom with you. How's that even fitting in the frame? Brain explained further, folding his arms.