Pizza-line Bling

Alfredo Pizza

*Leslie's P.O.V.*

The days seemed to have passed too quickly. Maybe because of my boredom while in a house alone. My parents had to work and so did Drake and after their long days they couldn't find themselves going out. Drake passed by a couple times, one being to deliver my pizza, so I didn't mind.

It was already Thursday, though, and on Saturday we were leaving. And to make things worse, the only thing I had packed was a coin to throw in Fontana Di Trevi.

With a smooth move I grabbed my phone and decided to call my mum.

"Hello," she answered breathing heavily.

"Are you busy?"

"Yes, but tell me," she insisted.

"What should I pack for Italy? What's the weather like there?"

"Leslie, first of all you have Google, but regardless," she sighed and I imagined her pinching the bridge of her nose. "It's too hot in the summer, so pack light clothes–you should probably go shopping with Mia. Get some new outfits so that you can remember what you wore to your first trip to Italy. And make sure to get something cute but classy, okay?"

"Yes, mum, thanks," I chuckled. "Bye."

Without sparing any seconds I called my best friend. "Meet me at the mall in twenty. We're going shopping," was all I said and hung up.

To say my mum's idea was a good one would be an understatement. Sure, it's a waste of money and all, but it's my first trip to Italy! I should be neat!

After getting dressed and brushing my teeth, I knocked on my dad's door and told him I was leaving. He was on his bed on his laptop, probably video chatting with a client. I waved and skipped all the way to the front door.

I mentally cursed myself for asking Mia to meet me at the mall. The sun was blasting and the heat was worse than ever. I felt like I was inside an oven. Right when I was about to call her back, a honk echoed.

"Get in you idiot," she laughed at me. "Just because you're stupid doesn't mean I am too," she said once I was inside her car.

"How did you know?" I wiped my forehead and tried to catch my breath after sprinting for two seconds.

"That you don't have a car?" She raised an eyebrow. "Nice to meet you, I'm Mia, your best friend?"

I rolled my eyes but laughed anyway.

"Can I please turn on the radio? I haven't listened to music for a week," I admitted and turned it on without waiting for an answer.

"How?" Mia whispered to herself.

The song 'Wildflower' by 5 Seconds of Summer came on, making me squeal.

"Don't you just melt when Calum sings 'tell you what I like'," Mia mimicked a male's voice.

I nodded in agreement. "At some point in the music video near the end I think-" I paused to listen to the magical chorus, "-you can see Luke's lips say 'fuck'. You know, after 'every time we-' and I just can't!"

We laughed and continued listening.

At the mall I informed Mia about my mum's suggestions. We decided to get one outfit for each of the three days and one more formal just in case. In my view, the formal one could be worn when meeting with the architect my mum was telling me about. I couldn't just show up with some shorts and a tank top, could I? And maybe if an outing to a fancy restaurant could come after the meeting, I would be fine.

"What would an Italian girl wear?" I heard Mia talk to herself. "I mean, French wear berets, German wear a beer – okay, that sounds racist, don't tell anyone," she continued as I tried to hide my laughter. "Italians... designer clothes? Yeah right, eat my butt."

Right then I burst out laughing, earning myself a glare from the shop owner. Mia had blushed red like a tomato, but I could see she was amused too.

We ended up getting a couple sundresses each, along with some shorts to wear underneath, a couple playsuits, I got a pair of black wide-leg trousers along with a white top, and Mia found a light pink jumpsuit that – according to her – would go great with her tan sandals. We decided to go a little bit overboard and got a cheap pair of sunglasses each, to match the outfits that wouldn't look nice with our own pairs.

I felt great after our shopping trip. Generally I'm not that fond of shopping, but having to get clothes for something so specific yet so not, made it easier.

"Remind me to bring your mum the money tomorrow," Mia told me while stepping on the brake as the traffic light turned orange.

"Tomorrow?" I furrowed my eyebrows confused.

"Aren't we leaving tomorrow? Saturday, right?" She turned to look at me, mirroring my expression.

"Tomorrow's Friday, but sure," I patted her head to annoy her.

"I've told you to stop that," she glared at me. "How do you keep track of the days anyway? I can't," she started driving once noticing the green light.

I shrugged. "I want to visit Drake's grandma before we leave," I admitted and become silent for the rest of the ride.

"Are you coming inside?" I asked Mia once we where outside my house. She agreed and told me she'd go get us some food and come back.

I was walking towards the front door, bags in hand and feet hurting when my phone buzzed in my back pocket.

I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Les," I heard Drake's voice. He sniffed and sobbed making me aware that he was crying.

If my life was a movie I'm sure the director would have me let go of my bags to increase suspense and point out the drama in this scene, but I couldn't. I held onto them as though my life depended on it.

"What is it, Drake? What happened?" I could almost hear my throbbing heart pounding.

"We're at the hospital," he breathed heavily. "My grandma's in the hospital."