The Notes.
Chapter11.
I couldn't find the doorbell, so i knocked on the door.
Tim answered pretty fast.
"Hey there."
"Hi."
We both smiled brightly.
"Come on in, the pizza just got here about 5 minutes ago, so it should still be warm."
I walked in, following him to the kitchen. The whole room was filled with the smell of hot, newly made pizza.
"It smells delicious!" I said.
"It's from the best pizza place in town. I have some garlic knots and pasta too. I wasn't sure exactly what you liked, but now I will."
"Garlic knots are my favorite. And I'll have some pasta on the side. Have any red sauce?" I asked, giggling.
"I believe it came with it."
We just sat there for a moment, looking at each other grinning.
"Oh hey, here, sit down." He took out a chair and pointed for me to sit. "I'll make your plate."
He took out a slice of pizza, 2 garlic knots, and put some pasta with cheese and red sauce in a little bowl on the side. He placed it down on the table in front of me.
"Buon apetite."
I laughed and picked up the utensils and began eating. My taste buds were in paradise.
"This is amazing food."
"It's just pizza, nothing special." He laughed.
"Fancy food is too over-rated. This is a perfect da-" I stopped myself. "This is a perfect day."
He sat down next to me with his own plate and bowl of pasta.
We were just sitting and talking for a while, but then my phone vibrated.
"Oh sorry, hold on a sec."
I opened up the text message.
It's not him. -anonymous.
I was confused. How did they send a message from a restricted number? Then I realized I had never written back, but more importantly, what him were they talking about?
"Who is it?" I heard the sound of Tim's voice.
I finally managed to stop staring at the phone and answer him.
"Oh, it was just... Spencer. I left my homework at her house, I'll just pick it up later.
I looked at the clock, it was already 10.
"Oh, wow it's kind of late. I should probably get going, my mom probably won't be happy if I'm not there in the next 30 minutes." I laughed.
"Alright, I could have my mom drive you, if you'd like?" He asked politely.
"It's fine. I have my bike here, I wouldn't want you to have the whole hastle of bringing it in the car, then driving me all the way ho-"
"She'll drive you." He smiled.
The next thing I knew, I was in his car. His mom was driving, the radio was on. He sat in the back next to me so I wouldn't be alone.
An old rock song came on.
"I love this song! Mom turn it up!" Tim sounded excited.
"My mom used to listen to this!" I said.
"Do you know the words?" He asked.
"Some, not a lot though."
Tim started singing. He was a mix of tone deaf, and... well, he was horrible, but it was funny to watch. I started cracking up.
"Don't make fun of my beautiful voice." He was laughing with me.
His mom pulled up to my house.
He took out my bike for me, and walked it to the garage. There was another door into my house inside the garage so he brought me there.
"That was fun." He said to me.
"It was, I had a great time." I smiled.
His face got all red.
"So, I've been meaning to ask you, but havn't worked up the courage." He started to sound serious.
He grabbed my hand and looked me right into the eyes.
"Kylie, will you go out with me?"
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