Pizza had always been my favorite food ever. It was so easily made. Since I was pretty incapable of cooking… anything really, it had always been the one thing I could fall back on whenever I didn't feel like ordering food and Mom wasn't home. Obviously, you didn't necessarily have to order pizza. I just heated it up. Anything else that had to be heated up tasted weird to me if I did it. That basically meant that if Mom didn't do it, I wouldn't eat it. I didn't trust my cooking skills at all. Only with the pizza.

So pizza had always been my favorite food. But ever since he'd shown up with that pizza carton, I think there is not one food that could ever compare to pizza ever again. I would forever love it, just because he got me something to eat. And I realize just how stupid that sounded, but pizza was now almost holy to me. And once again, I know it sounded stupid and naïve and… yeah, well, really weird too.

But no matter how much I loved pizza now – even more than before – the silence was killing me. We had finished the last pieces and were now just leaning back on the couch, not saying anything. I was never good with silences. Because then I'd start thinking and we all know that thinking wasn't one of my strongest skills… and nothing good would come out when I thought. And so far, I'd come to the conclusion that maybe he had gotten the wrong house or he was now playing a prank on me for… for what I did in school.

While he wasn't even looking at me, I was staring at him, trying to see if he was mad or hurt or anything else. But he kept up a stone face, not showing any sign of anything. And then, after waiting for at least ten minutes and getting not even a grunt out of him, I finally sighed resignedly and then shook my head.

"Okay, I'm sorry to say it like that, but seriously, what the hell is going on? Why are you here? Why are you not saying anything? And how in the same heck did you know that I was hungry and just craving pizza?" Nick finally turned his head towards me. He was… oh my gosh, was he smirking? Was that jerk really smirking at me? But I couldn't help but let a smile spread over my face. He looked cute, smirking like that. And he also wasn't really a jerk.

"Well, I don't know what's going on; we're not really doing anything. I'm here because I wanted to apologize for pushing you to the ground, I was just pissed off that you would deny… well, me, I suppose. And I just kinda figured that if I wanted to apologize, I might as well do it with your favorite food. And since school was just out, I guessed that you'd be hungry." I nodded, a few more questions still lingering in my mind.

"Well, why did you want to break in? I mean, you could have just waited on the doorstep, like any other normal person. And also… I'm sorry. I should have let you talk. I felt so horrible after what I said and I don't even know why! I mean, we're barely friends, right? Just because we spent one Saturday together doesn't mean anything. And I just… I don't know. I didn't want to get publicly humiliated after… I mean, I don't know… gosh, I just didn't want to get hurt if you would suddenly not want to be friendly with me anymore… and I…" I sighed and then shook my head. I felt a shift of the couch and then Nick had his hand on my back.

"I get it, you know? I'm sorry I freaked out like that but… well, I wanted to… I don't know what I wanted to. I just… I feel like we have some sort of connection, you know? You're special and I mean that in a good way too, okay? You're amazing and beautiful and kind-hearted and you put others first. I don't understand why people would not like you. And the thing is, I do like you. Maybe even more than I should." Whoa, what?

I cleared my throat several times and blinked just as much. Then I closed my eyes and swallowed. What the hell? I mean, okay, wow, I was overwhelmed. He just… did he just say he liked me? Was I supposed to answer? If I were to answer, I knew that I would just let out a few very embarrassing things. But maybe I wanted him to know…

"I, uh… I don't know… I mean, I…" But Nick shook his head and smiled.

"You don't have to say anything, you know? I suppose you understood what I just said and if you don't… if you don't feel the same way as I do then that's okay. I know this is all sudden, but there's just something about you that… it makes me curious and just like you, you know? You're different but in a good way. I could tell you so many reasons about why I like you but we don't have that much time." I blushed furiously after that.

He was so close to me right now; physically and emotionally. Should I just go on and say it? Would it ruin everything? Would it make it all better? Was I ready to let him know that I've adored him for the longest time? It was all just going so fast, maybe this wasn't really real. How could I be sure that he was being serious?

"Listen, I'm just going to go out and say it. I like you too… like, maybe more than I should as well. But the thing is that I can't be sure if you're being serious. I'm sorry, I know it sounds harsh… but just a week ago, you weren't even talking to me and suddenly you like me 'more than you should'? I just… how can I trust you and what you're saying? You do know what I mean, right?"

And instead of answering, Nick smiled and leaned over, softly kissing my cheek. It was probably one of the sweetest things I've ever felt. And it would be little things like that that would make me fall for him faster than you could count to ten. I blushed again and smiled as well, looking over at him. He grinned and put an arm around my shoulder.

"If you're not sure you can trust me yet, I'll just have to make you trust me. And I'll try anything to do so. And I get what you're saying. But believe me when I say I've noticed you way back, probably at the beginning of Sophomore Year. And don't ask me how I started liking you because I don't know… It just happened."

Maybe it was just some sort of reflex of mine but I subconsciously leaned into Nick. He wrapped his arm tighter around me and then sighed. It sounded happy, as if he would have nowhere else he'd rather be. I smiled a little, not quite believing what was happening. Here I was, in the arms of my big time crush, the most unreachable person in the whole school, and he was telling me that he liked me… more than he should.

"Not to ruin the mood or anything, but… can I tell Demi and Brooke? I mean, I don't know exactly what to tell them. It's not like we're together right now or anything. But I just…. I mean… I don't know, you know, just tell them something. Because I know Brooke, she'll ask tons of questions, she'll sense that something's going on and… she'll want answers. And Demi is Demi; she will want to know something too once she's realized that something's going on."

I felt a low rumbling underneath my head which was placed on Nick's chest – very muscular chest, by the way. I looked up at him to see him chuckling. I flushed a very scarlet red, I'm sure. My ranting always got me into situations like this, you see. I would not only rant to people that I liked, but to teachers and… a few other people that probably should not hear some of the things I say when I'm ranting. Sometimes, I would give out some weird detail about myself that would get me in very embarrassing situations – for short; I'll be made fun of.

"Uh, yeah, sure, why not? I told you, I don't care what people think. You can tell anyone whatever you like about… us. Or, well, not whatever because if you tell them bad things, I suppose I would be mad and embarrassed." I giggled. Nick just flashed me one of his beautiful – and there really is no other word for it other than that – smiles.

"You have a very nice laugh… and a cute giggle." I blushed again and wondered if too much blushing was unhealthy for your face or something like that. I put my head down again and listened to his steady heartbeat while he pulled me yet a little closer. If this is how my life would end, I think I would die a happy woman… or girl.

If someone had told me that this would happen after that day, I would definitely not have believed them. I mean, if someone had told me this would happen any day of my life ever since I'd started crushing on him, I would not have believed them. I wasn't a positive person, you know. I mean, I was but not in that way, not concerning my life.

"So, just to make sure… did you like the pizza?" I giggled again and nodded, knowing he would feel me nodding on his chest. I answered anyway, but just the fact that he could feel me nodding was just… amazing.

"Yup… And just so you know, it's my favorite pizza, so you got lucky. If it had been any other kind, I might not have let you in, even though I was practically starving to death." He laughed and I felt something on my hair. I later realized that it was his lips that had kissed me there and I smiled just thinking about it. So this was what it would be like to have a boyfriend. I could get used to that…


"He what? You what? I… why did you not tell us sooner?" I grinned and shrugged. It was just a few hours later and Nick had already left. We had watched some TV, talked a little and basically sat on the couch for hours, not really doing anything. And for goodbye he'd kissed my cheek again but he'd lingered there a little. Now, I'm just saying but… that did definitely mean something and knowing that he 'liked me more then he should' then… yeah, it was awesome.

"I didn't tell you sooner because obviously he's just left like, half an hour ago and I called you right after." But Brooke wouldn't take that for an answer. Obviously, I could have just told her on the phone, right?

"You could have just told me on the phone too, you know? I mean, you were all cryptic and you kept saying 'oh my god' all the time which I know, I do too, but you don't usually so I had to assume something had to have happened and since you didn't sound too panicked or anything I knew it was something good which of course made me curious. But anyway… so, he came over here with your favorite pizza and… then what again?" I laughed as Demi rolled her eyes. Brooke was way too dramatic for her own good.

"Well, we talked, he told me that he liked me a lot – more than he should, his own words – and I told him I liked him too and all that and then… well, I also said that I wasn't so sure that he was being honest, that he wasn't just playing some kind of game. So basically, I said that I couldn't really trust him yet and he understood and said that it was fine and he would do anything just to make me trust him and… gosh, I don't know how to say what I really want to say… we might… well, if, you know, everything goes perfectly fine we might… get together at some point or another." Brooke squealed loudly as Demi gasped and hugged me.

Okay, there was nothing to celebrate there at all. I was not sure that what I'd just said was actually true. I mean, seriously, we might not get together as well. And even though it appeared that way at the moment, he might change his mind in that way and just want to remain as we are right now. I just had to get it all out and who else could I have told other than my two best – and only – friends?

"That is amazing, Miles! So this is something serious then?" I turned to Demi who was grinning from ear to ear at me. Brooke was all the while fuzzing around, talking nonsense but I just ignored her. After I heard the words 'love' and soon followed by 'marriage' I knew she was talking herself into a frenzy of things that are so absurd right now. She was also mainly talking to herself at this point so it didn't matter whether I was listening or not.

"Well, not serious yet. I mean, I suppose it's been always serious for me in a way, you know? Like, I've always had this crazy crush on him but you know that, right? So now that he told me that he's developed some sort of feelings for me, obviously the level of serious has… I don't know, we're more serious than before, if that's what you mean." Demi just grinned.

"I find it adorable that you two… well, you know… You're just adorable. I mean, I've never seen you two interact in any way at all, but I know it must be adorable. I've heard that he's quite the romantic." I rolled my eyes but smirked. I would find out eventually, wouldn't I? Hopefully, that is…

"Your kids will be so cute, and I'll definitely be the godmother for at least one. Yeah, and then your grandchildren…" I put a hand on Brooke's arm to catch her attention.

"Hey, Brookie, slow down. We're barely friends right now, I think it's a little too early to talk about grandchildren yet." Brooke's breath started to even out and then she smiled with a final sigh. Good, she's calmed down.

"Yeah, you're right… I mean, you got to have sex first obviously, else you won't even get children let alone grandchildren." I rolled my eyes. Yeah, she was totally calmed down.

"And before we have sex we actually have to get together and kiss… and get to know each other as well, don't you think? Brooke, you're thinking ahead of yourself right now. Especially since it's not really up to you anyway, what's going to happen, that is. That's my decision, if not Nick's. If he doesn't want to be with me like that, then nothing's going to happen." Brooke dramatically rolled her eyes and waved me off.

"Eh, you're saying that as if it's not going to happen. But I know it is." Choosing to ignore Brooke until further notice, I just nodded and walked into the kitchen, deciding to get something to eat. Naturally, both of them followed me. Whenever something concerned food, those two were up for it. Not that they were begging me to give them something – they expected me to do so.

"So, okay, I think I'll make Mac and Cheese." Brooke and Demi groaned.

"You always make Mac and Cheese!" I shrugged and got everything I'd need to cook.

"So what? It's the only thing I can cook without burning down the house. Or do you not remember the spaghetti incident? Or the ravioli one? Everything ended up with us almost burning down the whole house, maybe even ourselves, and my mom flipping out and calling the fire brigade. It's safe to say that I don't need nor want a repeat of that so I'll just make Mac and Cheese. Got it?" Brooke and Demi just giggled.

Yeah, those incidents really happened. And they weren't as funny as they might have sounded. Those fire men people laughed their asses off though once they'd found out whose pathetic try it was to heat up spaghetti in the microwave. Yes, I tried to but clearly, it didn't work. Lesson learned, no need to laugh.

Mac and Cheese was always a safe bet for me. Don't know why I was able to cook that but not spaghetti and other nourishment. I mean, I could try to heat up some pizza, but it might end up as bad as the spaghetti and I was not up to risk that yet. I couldn't even remember how the spaghetti had caught fire in the first place, it just happened.

Also, Mac and Cheese was my favorite food besides pizza and I would start to get talkative over it. I knew that Brooke and Demi wanted more details about Nick behind here and all that. I was nice enough to do that for them. I could just tell them without food but I was hungry again and talking was so much more fun with food, at least to me.

And so I cooked us some Mac' N' Cheese and we sat down at the table and I started talking. I told them about every little detail of the day, how I'd felt bad about what happened in school even though I knew that they knew and how Nick had also felt bad about it, why ever he did, I really had no idea. I told them every line and every move of the afternoon, almost giving them a play by play and I knew they were satisfied with it.

They left about two hours later. At that time I could safely go to bed without seeming like a wimp. It was ten already. So I just cleaned the dishes, washed up, got changed into my pajamas and finally went to bed. Needless to say that I'd dreamed of Nick and me, that afternoon and the hopefully many more to come. Yeah, it was a very nice dream… And the next day would be just as nice.


So it's been a long time even though I've said that once vacation starts I'll update more often and sooner than usually. But see, my laptop broke and we haven't gotten around to fix it (we might never apparently) so I had to start a whole new chapter on my mom's laptop. So, this wasn't how I'd originally all planned it to go and this chapter turned out relatively short as well, compared to others. I know, cheap excuse :P

Anyway, this chapter also sucked in my opinion... it's also a bad excuse for the long wait... I mean, something big does happen but still, to me it seemed boring... I don't know... sorry if there are any mistakes in there. I did proof-read but ... yeah, I don't know... anyway, I hoped that you liked reading it (if you still do :P) and thank you for bothering to read this piece of... (insert a really bad word here ;))