It was six o'clock, and still April Fool's Day, and my ‘We the King’ ringtone filled the air. I pressed the answer button.
“Hello?” I said.
“Can I take you on that not date now?” Michael asked.
“Yes?” I knew he was smiling.
I sighed. “Fine, but nothing fancy.” I hung up before opening the door.
He was standing there, smiling.
“Come on,” I said, locking the door.
We headed out. We walked past Tracie and Ashton. She lifted her eyebrow at me questionably. I rolled my eyes.
“I know an amazing pizza place not to far from here,” I said.
“Lady’s choice,” he said, grinning.
“Do you do this a lot?” I asked.
“Ask out girls on dates who you hardly know?”
“Only the ones I get glued to.” He smirked.
“I’m being serious.”
“Isn't that how you get to know someone?” He looked at me. “Plus, I thought this wasn't a date.”
“It's not,” I said, turning my head away and adding, “That's the pizza shop, right there.” I pointed across the street.
He opened the door for me, pulled out my seat for me, and those both surprised me.
"May I take your orders?" said the waitress.
We ordered a large meat pizza.
“Do you take all you not dates here?” he asked when it arrived.
“No.” I took a bite of my piece of pizza. “This is my favorite spot, and I like to keep it to myself.”
He smiled a "you-like-me" smile. “Well, I won't tell anyone.”
Conversation slowly became more easy.
I was telling a story about my first runway show. “That's where I meet Ginny and Tracie. I buffed it. Right in the middle of the stage. Ripped the dress. It was horrifying.”
“I’ve walked off stage, more than once.”
I smiled. “It's sucks.”
“Right, it's hell.” He smiled.
When we finished, he paid, and held the door open for me again.
He slipped off his jacket, dropped it around my shoulders. He was being sweet. He walked me to my door.
“This wasn't as bad as I thought,” I said, not meeting his eyes.
“Glad you enjoyed our not date.”
I looked at him. He was already looking at me.
“I’ll see you around, me and the guys are staying here.”
“As in here? In the apartment?”
“Michael… This didn't suck.” I smiled at him.
He smiled back. “Goodnight, Inder,” he said.
“By the way, don't trust the other girls, it's still April fools.”
Shutting my door, checking everything, I saw that there were no more pranks.
I awoke to yelling in the hallway.