My Pizza Guy. (editing)

13 ~ Cute.

** Now. This chapter...

Is gonna be cute. :p

Are you ready?

I hope so. :p **

"Us?" I asked.

"What?" Nick said.

"You keep on saying 'us'." I shrugged.

"Does that bother you?" He frowned.

"No! Of course not!" I pecked his cheek. "I love to hear it... but..."

"But?"

"I don't know... it seems like... an incomplete thing." I played with my fingers

"How could 'us' be more complete?" Nick laughed sarcastically.

Uh oh.

"Don't get me wrong.... Nick?" I said when he suddenly stood.

"My butt is dead." He said, rubbing his butt.

"Pffff... Ahahahahahaaa!" I laughed out loud.

"What?" He protested in humour.

I stood. "You're my favourite." I said before hugging him.

Bish that all you got? My conscience snapped.

"Someone's being romantic." He teased as I let go.

"Cheater." I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Why?" He pouted.

"Because I said those words before." I pouted back.

"Don't do that." He said, his voice all serious.

"Do what?" I pouted.

"This." He brushed his thumb on my pouting lips.

I smirked. "Why?"

"Because...." he lightly kissed me. "It makes me feel like a lovesick freak."

'Lovesick'.

"Doesn't change my feelings for you." I said.

Bish what?! My conscience choked on her pina colada. Ladidah didah didah... my heart flew around. My brain shook its head.

Nick raised his brows and hugged my waist. "What are those feelings?" He grinned devilishly.

"I like you." I blushed.

"That's it?" He raised a brow. He kept his devilish grin.

"No.." I looked at his shoulder. My cheeks were burning.

"Then?" He moved my head up by a finger under my chin. He made me look in those eyes of his.

"I like... like you.." I swallowed. "Yes.. I like like you." I sighed.

He chuckled. "That's another way to put it."

"Put what?" I blurted out.

He chuckled. "Let's keep it a secret."

I opened my mouth to say something.

"And wait until it's time." He said before I could say anything.

"Works for me!" I sang and kissed him. He kissed back.

"An idiot is attempting to reach you on your cellular device." Came a computerized voice followed by a crazy dubstep.

We broke the kiss. "Seriously?" I said.

He grinned, taking out his iPhone from the front pocket of his dress shirt. He answered it. "Yeah?"