No One Cares || Danti ✔️

23.

We pull up to our favorite pizza place: Pizza Hut. Yes, we have a Pizza Hut, and it's fucking amazing.

We both step out of the car. Dark holds the door open for me. I thank him and walk inside, getting slapped in the face with the smell of pizza. Unlike Jack, I prefer not having pineapple on my pizza and, instead, jalapeños.

We sit in a booth while our waitress gives us our menus and writes down what we want to drink.

"See? Isn't this better than sitting at home and not being productive?" He questions.

I sigh, "yes. Very much. I'm starving."

He smiles brightly back at me and sticks his tongue out. Then he kicks my foot under the table, making me jump.

"You ass!" I say, making him erupt in giggles. I smile and shake my head, looking over and seeing the waitress come back over with our drinks.

-

"You're the best," I say with a mouth full of pizza, some cheese stretching when I pull the delicious item away from my face.

"Me or the pizza?" Dark questions with a chuckle.

"Hm... both," I say, adding a cute head tilt to the mix.

"Fuck, I'm competing with pizza. That's dangerous to mess with," he over-dramatically states.

I laugh, finishing up the greasy piece in my hand, "agh, I'm full, Darky boo. Can we get this to-go and then head back home and cuddle?"

He nods and waves over the waitress, getting the check and boxes.

Soon enough, we're singing along to Crazy=Genius by Panic! at the Disco. Between the two of us, he could get goods vocals, but I'm the one who knew the lyrics.

We finish off the song strongly and with huge fits of laughter. He places his hand on my thigh and I look over with a grin.

"Thank you."

"I'd do anything to make you smile, baby," he says, making my eyes widen.

"Anything?" I smirk with an evil look.

"Oh, no," he laughs, shaking his head.

-

"This is so pretty!" I exclaim, looking at the small blanket and pillow fort Dark had built. The opening was right in front of the tv so we could watch movies and cuddle.

"I thought it was going to be something worse," he says with relief.

"Who said I was done?" I question, biting my lip.

"Me. I did. You're done. Nope," he walks backwards with his hands in the air.

"It's not even as bad as you think," I cross my arms and step closer to him.

"Mhm," he replies, squinting his eyes at me. "What is it?"

"Kiss me. Love me. Don't feed me because I'm still full. But give me some sugar," I say, shoving my bottom lip out as a pout.

"Agh, you torture me," he sarcastically speaks.

"Oh, I know right? I love it," I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck and bending him down.

His lips press against mine with a sort of softness you could only get with that special person. He sets his hands on my feminine hips and pulls me closer.

"You're so beautiful," he compliments, only pulling away for that quick second before connecting our lips once again.

This is the happiness I wished for from the beginning. Just us. All smiles. Feeling okay.

•How was this?•