“Oh, thanks.â€? I say, smiling.

“Okay, we’re here.â€? Chris says, also smiling.

We both get out of the car and head inside to find a seat. A waitress comes up to take our order.

“What’ll it be?â€? She asks.

“Uh, is a meat lovers okay with you?â€? Chris asks me.

“Yep, perfectly fine!â€? I say, my smile melting the uncertainty from his face.

The pizza comes and we eat and talk. We share stories about our childhood, our families, school, and friends. With Chris I feel like I can tell him absolutely anything. It was a very nice feeling.

He drives me home about an hour and a half later. I walk in smiling, like I have been since we left school. My muscles hurt from all the smiling and laughing I’ve been doing.

I walk up to my room and set my stuff down, before falling down onto my bed. I was so happy at the moment.