Pizza-line Bling

Creamy Chicken Carbonara Pizza

*Leslie's P.O.V.*

"Come on, we're not dating for me to bring sadness in your life," Drake said before I could even put my thoughts in order after our kiss.

"We're dating?" I squinted my eyes and puckered my lips in confusion.

He looked at me and laughed. "We are going on a date, aren't we?"

He didn't give me any time to respond or even think about it and he dragged me towards the front door.

"Where are we going?"

"Just follow me," was all he answered, although he had already taken care of that by pulling my arm with him. Honestly, I was just trying to avoid any walls coming my way.

We took the exterior, spiral stairs placed at the back of the house. Don't ask me how I tell but they didn't feel used. Though, the brown chipped paint covering them made them seem old. Climbing them was the only part of our trip that Drake left my hand. He told me to grab the railing and watch my step. I went slow and steady as he followed behind. Once we reached the rooftop I spotted a black tent at the back right corner.

"Are we camping?" I asked jokingly.

Ignoring me, he reached over to a storage cabinet I hadn't noticed and took out a blanket and two beers. He sat down in front of the tent on a black laid sheet.

"You can join if you want." He didn't turn to look at me, but I saw his dimple make an appearance. He was making fun of me.

"I'm sorry for having manners," I rolled my eyes and grabbed the beer he had just opened before sitting down beside him.

"Hey!" He playfully snapped at me.

"A girl gets what a girl wants," I shrugged and took a gulp of my surprisingly cold drink.

"Can a boy get what he wants t-"

"-No," I cut him off and shook my head before he could finish his sentence.

A moment of silence passed and thankfully for the screaming neighbours it wasn't awkward at all.

"So," I took another gulp of the drink he had offered me. "What's the story behind your little fort?" I smiled at the thought of little Drake sleeping up here in chilly summer nights like this one.

"Ah, good times," he glanced inside the tent. "I built this three years ago when my mum and I had a fight," he chuckled. "She told me I had to live by her rules while I was living under her roof, so I decided to built my own over hers," I face palmed myself. "What? Now she's under my roof and we're both happy."

"Both?" I challenged him.

"Me, myself and I. Well, the three of us are happy," he laughed at his own joke. I shook my head but laughed anyway.

"And what's your story?" He asked afterwards, balancing his head on his palms and looking into my eyes.

"About what?"

"The story of your life," he simply stated.

"Hmm," I thought about it when a cold breeze blew making me shiver. Drake catched his blanket and placed it over my shoulders. "Thank you," I smiled. "Well, I don't know... My life is pretty boring, can't you ask anything more specific?"

"What's the happiest memory of yours?" He asked and went on to lay his head on my thigh, looking up at the sky.

"Easy, last summer, near the end of July, my family had a basketball match with Mia's one. We planned it weeks before," I chuckled at the memory. "We had Mia's mum make us matching team outfits, my dad designed a cup for the winning team to get home. We didn't win, but watching my parents play, my mother practice just to make my dad happy... It was nice," I finished at looked at him. He had a blank expression on, but smiled as soon as I looked down. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger. "I guess I just never had this," he shrugged. "I don't have a dad. I don't even know his name. My mum had me alone with a sperm donor, as her then husband had an infertility problem," he explained, "but after having me he felt like nothing connected him with me and left us alone. So I never met either a biological dad or a stepdad."

"I'm sorry," I run my fingers though his hair. "Honestly, I think your mum has done a great job raising you by herself."

"Yeah," he sighed.

"What's your happiest memory then?"

He closed his eyes and opened them right away. "I don't know."

"Come on, you can't not know," I continued playing with his hair. "What about graduation? What about university? Did you apply anywhere? Did you get accepted?"

"Nah, I'm taking a gap year to save money and honestly, I don't even know what I want to study," he shifted around probably to make himself comfortable. Then he got off his back and motioned for me to lay down. "What about you?"

"Maybe you should become a therapist," I joked. "What about me? Studies?" He nodded. "Actually, I am taking a gap year too. Mia and I are planning to visit some universities, maybe take a trip while we're still young," I kicked my legs around to fix the blanket. "I think I want to study architecture. My mum's an international real estate agent and I've been drawn to houses for a long time. Plus my dad is an interior designer, so I guess it runs in the family."

Drake chuckled and caressed my head. "You're really cute when you talk about things that make you happy, you know? Happiness suits you."

"I'm sure happiness suits you too," I got up on my butt. "I know that life has done you wrong a couple of times and maybe the timing isn't right, but you should try it some time. You deserve some happiness too," and with that I kissed him one more time, just to feel his smile on my lips.