Pizza-line Bling

Chicago Pizza

Two days had passed since I'd last seen Drake and after talking to my mum about Italy I was scared to face him. Mia and I had invited him and Justin on a double date this evening, but I didn't know how I was supposed to bring the trip up.

Other than that I was really excited. We were going to Rome for my mum to showcase an office building to some company. The best part is that the main architects of the project will be there too and I'll get to meet them and hopefully ask them about architecture schools and my options.

Did I say that was the best part?

Oh dear gods of heavenly pizza, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it.

The best part of my trip will be the one, the original, my precious; pizza.

It was already eight o'clock when I finished getting ready. I had put on a pair of bike shorts and an oversized t-shirt along with my white Nike 'airforce 1's. I didn't want to dress up, as we were going to have a picnic by the beach and it would be really uncomfortable to have to adjust my dress every couple minutes.

I took one last glance at my makeup in the mirror and grabbing my phone I exited my room.

"Leslie, I made you some fruit salad to get with you!" My mum shouted although I was in the kitchen already.

"I'm right here," I said in a calmer voice. "You made fruit salad? You don't expect me to make my friends eat fruit when we could have pizzas, do you?"

She glared at me. "What are you eating?" She challenged me.

I rolled my eyes, "fruit," I answered sarcastically.

"Enjoy," she handed me the huge container. "Not only the fruit. Have fun," she smiled again and shooed me out the house.

Drake was sitting on a motorcycle waiting for me.

"Isn't this the pizzeria's property?" I asked confused. I glanced at the pizza box at the back and it sure did have the pizzeria's logo on.

"You think the pizzerias provide the bikes?" He raised his eyebrows. "Innocent little Leslie," he patted my head. "It's mine," he shrugged.

My mouth opened wide. "You own a motorbike and a car?" I thought he said he was poor...

"The car is my mum's," he got on the bike and offered me his hand for help. "I use it too, but I don't like bringing it to the beach. I'm scared it may get stuck in the sand," he handed me a helmet to put on.

"Oh, I get it now."

"Haven't you brought any jacket?" He asked and put on his own helmet. I wonder why he has two...

"No," I shook my head.

"Don't fall-"

"-What?"

With a smooth move he got off the bike, while still trying to keep it balanced and opened the box at the back.

"Here," he handed me a jacket. "Good thing I've got to know you."

And with that be got back on the motorbike and started driving. He was right to give me a jacket. However hot the weather was, once on the road the air blew cold. I let my right hand go from the fruit container and reached for Drake's arm. I felt him flinch when I touched him. His arm was cold and I wondered if he had brought the jacket for himself.

'If it was for him he would wear it,' my brain kept telling me.

The drive wasn't long. It lasted two repeats of the song 'I Think He Knows' by Taylor Swift. In my head of course. Sucks to travel on a motorcycle. Not that he would let me play a Tay-Tay song in his car anyway...