Pizza-line Bling

BBQ Steak Pizza

*Leslie's P.O.V.*

When I got home it was already four o'clock, meaning my parents were either working from home or catching a nap. I kind of wished for the latter, as I didn't want to interrupt their work. As I stepped inside, the smell of grilled meat filled my nostrils. My feet quickly took me to the kitchen only to find it empty of both people and food.

"Leslie!" I heard my mum shout. "In the backyard!"

Where they having a barbecue?!

Without their beloved daughter?

"Ah, there she is," my dad announced once I stepped outside. To my greatest surprise they weren't alone. Drake was sitting on the other end of the table, mirroring my dad.

"Hi," I greeted mostly looking at him.

"You missed the feast, Leslie," my mum shook her head at me in disappointment.

"You ate everything?" I furrowed my eyebrows and then turned to Drake. "You! You ate my food," I pointed at him as he smiled sheepishly.

He rubbed his stomach enjoying himself. "What can I say? It was the best meat I've ever tasted," he grinned.

"Why didn't you call me?" I sat my butt on the spare chair across from my mum.

"We supposed you were going to get brunch with Mia, hun," she put her hands up defensively. "Sorry?"

"I don't like you anymore," I turned to Drake. "You ate my food," I pointed at his and my direction accordingly.

"In my defence I came here to see you and you didn't even think of texting me you weren't home," he shrugged.

"Fine, I'm sorry," I gave in. It's my fault I missed the food, now let me cry in peace," I put my head on my hands and pouted.

My dad got up and opened the grill. My head swung so fast I almost heard a snap. He grabbed his grill fork and with a smooth move, he stabbed a perfectly cooked steak and dumped it on a plate in the centre of the table. In my eyes there were sparkles. My mouth was drooling at the sight.

They all started laughing at me but I didn't care. I grabbed my dad's fork and a knife and started cutting the deliciousness of a dish.

"Are you sure you like our daughter?" My dad asked Drake. Without turning my head I eyed him up and down and waited for his response.

"Now more than ever, sir," he gave me a big toothy grin like a child.

"I promise that's her worst look, if you can handle that you will be fine," my mum joined in.

"Thanks guys, I appreciate it," I rolled my eyes.

"So, Drake," my dad started making me choke on my bite. "We were having perfectly great conversations without you, can't you just eat silently?" I didn't respond. "Do you play basketball, son?"

I saw Drake try to hide his flinch after the word 'son' left my dad's mouth. I didn't know if he liked it or hated it, though; being referred to as son from a male individual.

"I used to, sir. I'm sure you'll beat me easily after what I've heard about you."

"Oh! Leslie told you, huh? Well, we should have a match one day," my dad suggested.

"We should play couple versus couple!" My mum butted in again.

"That's an unfair match, Mrs. Ricci," Drake attempted to compliment my mum.

"For you. I can easily play against my dad," I laughed at my own joke, putting down my already half-eaten steak.

"You're hurting me right here, Leslie," he pointed at his heart while pouting.

The sun had started reaching his seat, making him squint his eyes to block it out. I felt sorry for him. I grabbed a napkin and quickly wiped my hands.

"Bye guys, we're going to my room to watch a movie," I winked at Drake and nodded my head towards the house. He thanked my parents for everything and followed behind me.

"Thanks," he wiped a droplet of swear that had appeared on his forehead.

"Don't flatter yourself," I swung my hips from side to side jokingly, "I only needed to wash my hands and wanted some company," I walked towards the sink, Drake still behind me.

He chuckled and then stopped by the fridge to wait for me. "What if I have something that you want? Will you be nice to me then?" He asked, his voice quieter than before.

My ears perked up and my cheeks reddened. "I've been very nice to you."

"Lie," he simply stated.

"Fine, I'll be good from now on, now where's my treat?" I got closer to him and poked his stomach.

"How do you know that it's food?"

"Who said I thought it was food?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Leslie!" He shrieked. "You dirty minded freak, you said you'll be a good girl, geez!"

I burst out laughing at his embarrassment. Who knew Drake could sound like a five-year-old girl?

"I need to sit," he placed a hand on his forehead dramatically.

"Let's go to my room," I took his hand and dragged him along. "You never said what my treat was, though," I silently laughed at him.

"It's a donut, Leslie. It's a freaking donut."

I led him to my bed and told him to make himself comfortable. I really wanted to lay down but I hadn't washed the salt from my body yet and I definitely didn't want to spend my  night in itching sheets.

"So," I started. "How are you? Was it bad?" I asked.

"What was?"

"Hanging with my parents... Was it uncomfortable?" I sat on my desk chair and wheeled towards him.

"They were pretty cool, honestly. I get why you love them so much. Especially your dad – don't tell your mum that – but unlike what I expected, he asked some quite interesting questions," he chuckled.

"Ugh, what did he say?"

"He asked about my intentions with you, which honestly I expected, no surprise there. Then he asked about my career goals," he scratched his head, "I just dodged this one by telling him that I currently work at the pizzeria. And right when he remembered me asking about you at your doorstep, he just asked if I ever had any pets."

"He asked if you had any pets?" I asked confused, bringing my knees to my chest, still on the chair.

"Yeah..." he patted my head. "He said I'll only have to take care of you, feed you and maybe take you for a walk once in a while," he went on to kiss my cheek but I blocked him.

"I'm not a pet!" I jumped on my feet defensively.

"No, no," he laughed, "of course not, Leslie, we're joking. Now sit down," I did as I was told. "Good girl."

Shit.