[UNDER CONSTRUCTION] Love in Enzo's Pizzeria

[UNDER CONSTRUCTION] Love in Enzo's Pizzeria

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A/N: Currently editing and re-writing this bc I will die if another person reads this as it is😍 A story where a lonely girl named Lexi meets a cheeky boy named Alex. "Hello, this Enzo's Pizzeria how may I help you?" "How do I restrain myself from yeeting a child?" "Um, we don't specialize in that ma'am." "I think you dialed the wrong number." "No, I think you answered the wrong number." "I'm sorry? That doesn't-" "I'M GONNA KILL YOU MARIAA!! *muffled giggling* "...Ma'am is everything alright?" "...yes?" "Why do you sound unsure?" "Do I need call CPS?" "No. But 911 may be necessary.." "I'm joking.." "H-Hello?" "Did this fucker really hang up on me?"
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Completed✔️ Disclaimer: I wrote this when I was 15 so it is a bit cliché, and many mistakes in the story:) All Brooklyn's life, she's been more of a boy than a girl. She's only ever lived with her single dad and her three older brothers, which means she was bound to grow up more like them. So, when she moved all the way from New York to Tennessee, it wasn't much of a surprise until she met Alex, the one of many popular boys at the high school. Until she realized that Alex decided to make her life a living hell. Well, that's what Brooklyn thought, at least... ___ "He leaned in and put a hand behind my head to kiss me, leaving me frozen and speechless. Almost instinctively, after a moment of processing, I stood on my tippy toes and replaced my fingers in his hair, my other hand on his neck. Butterflies exploded in my stomach, replacing my hunger for food, as he pressed me against a vacant wall. Without a word, he lifted me up while my legs wrapped around his waist, leaning in closer to him, even after there was no more space to fill." [600k] May 3, 2019 [700k] June 8, 2019 [900k] October 1, 2019 [1M] December 18, 2019

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