Sunday Mornings. / 1D FIC.

6.

I stuck all the ingredients in the cup as I shoved it in the blender and turned it on, quickly moving to clean the counter. As I was wiping it down, the bell rang, indicating someone just went through the door. I looked up to see a tall, lanky guy with messed up curls and a cheeky smile.

   “Hey!” I smiled, taking the drink out of the blender and pouring it into a cup, quickly putting the cap on and calling out the name. “What brings you here?”

 He smiled, sticking his hands in his pockets. “So, I was thinking, maybe, on Sunday we could go out for a lunch? A picnic maybe? Maybe some nice peanut butter and banana sandwiches and we could even pick up some chips from McDonalds or something.”

He flashed a nervous smile, his accent being emphasized and he said ‘banana’ and I couldn’t help but grin.

“I almost thought you got me there with your health kick and all, I mean, peanut butter and BANANA, not peanut butter and jelly! Thank god you offered to get some fries at McDonalds.” I laughed. “And by the way, I don’t know why you lot across the pond call them chips. They’re french fries.”

“No, they’re called chips. And what you Americans call chips, are called crisps. Because they’re crispy, duh. I mean I get  you Americans wanted to be different from England when you threw all our tea across the harbor, but that didn’t mean you had to lose your common sense,” he teased, eyes twinkling.

“God, pretentious ones you are.” I replied, not being able to think of anything else.

“That we are.” he chuckled. “So Sunday? You up for it? Maybe we can meet at 10:00?”

I nodded.  “Sounds great. Let’s meet by the front, by the tower?”

He nodded, flashing me one last smile before waving, and turning back around to leave the shop.

Hopping into Harry’s old, beat up, Camry, I grinned turning to him. “Nice ride.”

He laughed. “Isn’t it? Unique with its scratches. Breaks down a lot too. Just what I need!” he shook his head, but was clearly amused.

We rode in comfortable silence. “So where are we going?” I asked, looking at the traffic that was ahead of us. Los Angeles was packed, as usual.

“We’re making two stops. First, McDonalds.” a devilish grin etched his skin, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his silly personality.

“God you’re strange,” I replied.

One car ride later, we pulled up at a deserted parking lot. “Is this where we’re having our picnic?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

He chuckled. “I’m pretty bad at planning dates, but I’m not this bad, you know. We’re going up there,” he pointed up. 

I hadn’t realized we were right below the Hollywood sign, and a smile stretched across my face. “Where we met,” I mused, looking at him, giving him a genuine smile.

“Yep, and then, we can have the yummy sandwiches I made PLUS the two large french fries, one for each of us, WHILE, enjoying the view.” he answered. “Scratch my previous statement, I am pretty good at planning dates.”

He grinned triumphantly, and I whacked him on his arm. 

“Oh and by the way,” I mentioned. “While we’re talking about your previous statement, did I hear you say… date?” 

Not only his face, but even his ear started turning pink when I mentioned that. “Well, do you want it to be a date?” 

His confident personality suddenly faded, and all I could see was nervousness all around him. I grinned. “Yeah, why not?”