defend my heart

Anthony PoV

Friday, on September 25 (Andy's Birthday) we arrived at La Barra. It was noisy and crowded, but it was a nice restaurant with plenty of room.

We took our seats at a small booth tucked in the corner of the restaurant and picked up menus.

"so, what kind of pizza do you want?" she asked putting her menu down to face me.

"Well, about that..." I began.

She saw right through me. "You don't like pizza!" she exclaimed astonished. "I don't think this can work out. Food always comes first!"

I looked at her with wide eyes and a red face, which must  have clued her in to the fact that I was worried. "I'm kidding! Calm down!" she laughed. I let out a sigh of relief. I really needed to work on my acting skills. Just then the waiter walked up and realised that I had no clue what I wanted.

I quickly looked down  at my menu while Andy was ordering.

Andy PoV

The food came and I immediately attacked the pizza. I'm pretty sure Anthony was appalled by my eating habits, but in my defense, the pizza was really good!

After I had finished and Anthony paid, we began to walk towards my house where Anthony's bike was parked.

It was nice how natural it felt to walk hand-in-hand with him. Even though it was September and the air was brisk, there was a warm breeze that made it pleasant.

We arrived at my house way to fast. I walked with him to the garage to get his bike from where it was leaned against the chipped white paint. We began to walk up the driveway, drawing it out as long as possible.

Anthony sighed beside me, and I turned to face him, catching his beautiful chocolate eyes. They were beautiful. At first glance they looked plain and brown, but if you really studied them, they had flecks of gold hidden around he iris.

"You have beautiful eyes," he said reading my mind. We stood their studying each other's eyes- a semi-awkward staring contest until he smiled tentatively and began to lean forward.

Omigod omigod omigod! We are really doing this! I thought. I stood on my toes to meet him halfway.

At first the kiss was fragile. It seemed it would shatter if we dropped it, but it soon became passionate. I marveled at how right it felt to open for him.

We eventually pulled away, slightly out of breath. And he walked me to the porch, hand-in-hand.

"See you tomorrow Andy," he said and rode his bike away after a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'm home," I yelled at my parents as I collapsed on my bed. Before I fell asleep I realized the truth that those words held.

I was home.

/// I'm really sorry for the wait, by I was actually writing this the whole time. I would write it and be unhappy with it, scratch it and start again. It seemed like an endless cycle! I really don't know why this chapter was so hard to write.

Anyway, I will try to publish the next chapter soon, but I have a really busy summer so please excuse the wait!

Anthony PoV

Friday, on September 25 (Andy's Birthday) we arrived at La Barra. It was noisy and crowded, but it was a nice restaurant with plenty of room.

We took our seats at a small booth tucked in the corner of the restaurant and picked up menus.

"so, what kind of pizza do you want?" she asked putting her menu down to face me.

"Well, about that..." I began.

She saw right through me. "You don't like pizza!" she exclaimed astonished. "I don't think this can work out. Food always comes first!"

I looked at her with wide eyes and a red face, which must  have clued her in to the fact that I was worried. "I'm kidding! Calm down!" she laughed. I let out a sigh of relief. I really needed to work on my acting skills. Just then the waiter walked up and realised that I had no clue what I wanted.

I quickly looked down  at my menu while Andy was ordering.

Andy PoV

The food came and I immediately attacked the pizza. I'm pretty sure Anthony was appalled by my eating habits, but in my defense, the pizza was really good!

After I had finished and Anthony paid, we began to walk towards my house where Anthony's bike was parked.

It was nice how natural it felt to walk hand-in-hand with him. Even though it was September and the air was brisk, there was a warm breeze that made it pleasant.

We arrived at my house way to fast. I walked with him to the garage to get his bike from where it was leaned against the chipped white paint. We began to walk up the driveway, drawing it out as long as possible.

Anthony sighed beside me, and I turned to face him, catching his beautiful chocolate eyes. They were beautiful. At first glance they looked plain and brown, but if you really studied them, they had flecks of gold hidden around he iris.

"You have beautiful eyes," he said reading my mind. We stood their studying each other's eyes- a semi-awkward staring contest until he smiled tentatively and began to lean forward.

Omigod omigod omigod! We are really doing this! I thought. I stood on my toes to meet him halfway.

At first the kiss was fragile. It seemed it would shatter if we dropped it, but it soon became passionate. I marveled at how right it felt to open for him.

We eventually pulled away, slightly out of breath. And he walked me to the porch, hand-in-hand.

"See you tomorrow Andy," he said and rode his bike away after a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'm home," I yelled at my parents as I collapsed on my bed. Before I fell asleep I realized the truth that those words held.

I was home.

/// I'm really sorry for the wait, by I was actually writing this the whole time. I would write it and be unhappy with it, scratch it and start again. It seemed like an endless cycle! I really don't know why this chapter was so hard to write.

Anyway, I will try to publish the next chapter soon, but I have a really busy summer so please excuse the wait!