Chapter 6: A Date, and a Disagreement

                                    

                                          
Liza's POV:
                          
David and I are going on a date today, to this fancy Italian restaurant. I hope he cleans up, because I'm going to be all fancy. David and I have been dating for exactly 4 months now. My birthday is in three days, and I'm pretty excited. I'm no longer a teenager! I'll be older than David. Dang, I'll be old. But today is all about our anniversary.
                          
David drove to my house, and met me at the end of the apartment. "Wow babe. You look gorgeous." He marveled.
                          
"You're not so bad yourself," I complimented. "At least you aren't wearing just one color." I joked, climbing in the car.
                          
"Well, Happy 4 months!" He said with a smile. "Who would've ever thought I'd get a girl like you."
                          
"Aww babe. You are the light of my life." I responded. "Now that I think about it, we're a really cheesy couple." I laughed.
                          
"What? Are you implying that you want pizza instead of pasta for dinner today?" He replied with a smile.
                          
"Oh David." I giggled. "A for effort on making a joke. I am pizza, anyway."
                          
"Are you autocorrecting yourself?"
                          
I chuckled. "Hi. What can I do for you today?" I mimicked in my best Siri impression.
                          
"I would like to schedule a date with my lovely girlfriend right now." He responded.
                          
"Scheduled date." I said as I leaned in. I gave him a quick kiss, and we both smiled after we broke apart. 
                          
"Keep your eyes on the road, and not on your girlfriend!" I joked. We arrived soon, and were seated. "This is so perfect," I mused. 
                          
We ordered two plates of spaghetti, and then I grabbed the camera. I put the plate of spaghetti between the two of us, and we both ate out of the same plate. "You just love Lady and the Tramp, don't you?" He asked. "Hey, I just like spaghetti!" I answered. When we both started to eat the same piece of pasta, I hit record. We got really close, but a centimeter away from David, I bit the pasta and separated the pasta into two halves. "Aww, I wanted to kiss," David teasingly whined.
                          
"I got a thumbnail though!" I answered. "Now, about that kiss." 
                          
David leaned in, and as soon as our lips touched, I just felt pure happiness for 5 long seconds. We broke apart for air, and we smiled at each other. I was lost in David's dark brown eyes. I took the plate of pasta, and started actually eating. We got to my house at about 8pm, and I asked David to stay for a few minutes. I changed into my comfy clothes, grabbed some garbage, and headed outside. "Babe?" I asked. "Could you stay here really quick while I take out the trash?"
                          
"Sure," He replied. I headed out, and came back, only to find David, standing outside my apartment, with the door closed. I started to panic. "David, did you grab the keys?" I asked anxiously. "No..." He responded. "Why?"
                          
"My door locks as soon as it closes!" Then I spotted his camera. I swat at it, slightly mad at David. "Didn't you see I was running to take out the trash?"
                          
"I'm sorry." He replied, guiltily.
                          
"Go stand in that hallway while I get the manager or something."
                          
"It's so late! He'll be pissed." David said.
                          
"I don't know what else to do." I responded. "You are so stupid. Babe, why are you so stupid?"
                          
"We'll get your phone, from your place, and then we'll call the manager," David said, stifling a laugh as he took out my keys. I snatched the keys, and tried to hide my irritated face. "You look sillied out. You look silly," He smirked. 
                          
"I hate you," I added teasingly, but with a serious tone. "You were almost so single."
                          
"Liza, Liza," he called. I swatted his hand away like it was a fly. I closed the door behind me, locking David out. "Liza, it was a joke," he explained.
                          
"Call an uber," I responded. I let him in, and we both cracked up. But I was still very irritated at David. "Don't do that again." I told him. "Go home now." He obeyed my commands, and left the apartment. "Bye!" He called. "Bye," I replied. 
                          
I was still irritated at David, but much less now. I thought he was that stupid. Leaving the door? He couldn't be that dumb. He's David. Well, I'm still excited for my birthday. Three more days!