Paux de Deux .a.i.

. . .Chapter 2. . .

"We're going there."

"What?" Nate asks. I point to a pizza place across the street.

"We're going to eat there, come on."

"You totally just decided on the spot..."

"No I didn't, come one. I'm hungry."

I smile, because of my fast thinking, I'll be able to remind Nate of this whenever he says I don't have a plan. I start to cross the street and hear Nate grumble something behind my back, but he still follows. We near the front door and I send up a small prayer that the pizza place will have air conditioning. As I walk in a big, beautiful gust of cold air hits me.

"Should we really be eating pizza? I mean classes start in 2 weeks. We should probably eat healthier." Nate says.

"Nate we'll be fine. Besides we're already here. It would be weird to leave now."

"If I get fat, I'm blaming you."

We order our pizza. I get plain cheese. That's all I like on pizza. Nate gets Hawaiian, like always. We take our number and go find a place to sit.

"So where do you wanna sit?" I ask. Nate is usually very specific about where he sits.

"WOOOoooOAAHHHH!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CAUGHT IT!"

      Nate and I switch our attention to where the voice came from. Four boys are sitting at one of the circle tables were throwing small balls of pizza at each other. Nate and I look at each other, exchange a glance, then look back at the boys. One with really dark hair is throwing another ball of pizza at another one with bright green hair. Mr. Green hair's back is to me, but I can only assume that he's trying to catch the pizza ball in his mouth. The other two are laughing.

"I would like to sit as far away from them as possible. I don't know about you, but I would like to have a nice peaceful meal."

     He begins to walk towards a table at the other end of the restaurant. Before I follow, I look once more at the table those boys are at. One of the ones not throwing pizza laughs then turns his head. We make eye contact. I want to look away, but can't seem to get myself to. I can feel my cheeks turning scarlet more and more. The boy looking at me has sandy brownish hair, kinda like Nate's. But his is more blonde. He keeps it longer than Nate too, and it's curly. He then smiles at me, and I just know my whole body has to be bright red. He has dimples that could feed soup to lizards.

"Amelia!" I hear Nate's voice from across the restaurant. I look away and speed walk over to where Nate is. 

"Do you see that boy?" I ask

"One of the pizza throwers?"

"No, the one laughing."

"The blonde one?"

     I sigh. Of course Nate has to go through all the boys at the whole damn table before getting to the one I'm talking about.

"No, the other one laughing."

     Nate discreetly looks over at the table the boys are at again.

"Dimples?"

"Dimples."

"Yeah, what about him?"

"He was looking at me."

     Our pizza arrives. Nate smiles at the lady and says thank you. I on the other hand am too flustered to even think about  manners.

"Okay... why was he looking at you?"

"I don't know!"

"Are you sure you weren't just looking at him?"