Leo Valdez One-shots/imagines

The dinner date-sorta

Leo had acted really weird over the phone when he asked me over.

~Three hours earlier~

'Hey uh I need you to come over later.. like 7 okay?' his shy voice coming thought the phone.

'Yeah.. why?'I asked, drawing out the words suspiciously.

'Um I just do... well it's a surprise.' he replies.

'Oh okay then.' I say, not wishing to argue,'see you at 7.'

'Oh and don't eat first!' he yells as you hang-up.

I stand at my dresser, choosing an outfit to wear. I pull out a red dress pulling it to my body. It is one of my favorites and I decided I should wear it.

{it's also Leo's favorite color}.

I pull on the dress, and look in the mirror. I had no make-up, except some mascara on my long eyelashes. I have a few blemishes on my face but I don't like foundation so they are left uncovered. My strait strawberry blond hair flowed over my shoulders.

I look at the dress, remembering why I love it so much. It flowed off my body flattering my figure in the best way. The deep red color looks amazing against my tanned skin. The sleeves are the perfect length, making my arms look thin and toned. Gosh I love this dress.

As he had instructed, I hadn't eaten and was starving. But I suck it up and head to Leo's apartment.

I pulled up in the parking-lot of the complex, parked my car and headed upstairs. His apparent was on the second floor {what-ever you call it}. I made it to his door and almost nocked, until I herd some banging and something that sounded like pans hitting pans.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, shit, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." Someone said from behind the door, I'm guessing Leo.

"Leo? You okay in there?" I asked, laughing as I open the unlocked door. I entered his small living room setting my bag next to the door. Something smelt burnt, but I didn't think much about it before a loud noise came from the kitchen, and I headed that way.

"Fuck." Leo said under his breath. He stood over the sink looking at something burnt and black. He had a messy apron on and his face was covered in what looked like ketchup. His hair stood up strait with same red sauce in it.

"Language!" I yell opening the door further. He jumped and turned around holding a pan out, as if to protect himself. Once he saw it was me he relaxed and lowered his pan, throwing it back into the sink.

"What happened in here?" I asked looking around the kitchen. There where pots and pans everywhere, towels all over the floor and wooden spoons laying all along the counter tops. There was tomato sauce covering the stove and in random splatters around the room.

Leo scratched the back of his neck. "I was trying to make food and well...." he gestured to the kitchen,"I kinda made a mess."

"What where you making?" I started making my way to him, stepping over the towels.

"I was trying to make spaghetti, but it looks like a piece of shit." he answered, grabbing my hand and helping me step over more towels.

"It kinda does." I said looking at the poo-resembling noodles in the sink.

"Thanks." he said flatly, sitting at his small table. He soon started laughing{almost creepily} and shaking his head.

"What?" I asked confused, taking the seat next to him.

"It's just that I was gonna be all awesome and make dinner and all that, and it turned out so bad, it's hilarious." he said in between chuckles. I soon started laughing too. We laughed until our sides hurt.

I took a deep breath as we both settled down and decided to clean up. I started picking up the towels from the floor while Leo picked up the pots and pans.

"How do you even get a pan on the ceiling fan?" I asked as I watched Leo get a step stool and reach for the silver pan hanging from the fan.

"I don't even know." he said gripping the handle on the side of the pan.

We continued cleaning, which lasted over an hour.

I put away the last wooden spoon and stepped back, admiring my work.

"Hey, uhh.. since I BURNT our dinner, what do you say we eat out or something.." Leo said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, sure."

That night was filled with good food as well as good laughs. We had the best date all thanks to Leo's inability to make spaghetti.

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