hair color // n.m

seventeen

isabella's pov

"nate, pizza's here, i'm gonna run downstairs and grab it." i said. i got out of bed and walked down to the foyer.

i opened the door and smiled at the pizza guy. not because of him, but because of pizza.

"thank you," i said, handing him the money and taking the boxes.

he nodded and told me to have a good day, and i closed the door. i grabbed some paper plates from the kitchen and ran upstairs to my room.

"here, just put it down in the middle of your bed. i'll move your computer," nate said, opening the pizza box.

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"do you want me to throw the plates and boxes away, baby?" he asked, after we finished eating.

"sure, if you want to. i can do it though."

"no, no, it's fine. i got it, you're probably tired anyway, isa," he replied.

before i could thank him, he got up and gathered our used plates and pizza boxes, and walked outside to throw them away. i heard him walking back upstairs and i smiled.

"nate, you know i love you, right?" i said, surprising even myself.

he looked taken aback but grinned brightly at me. the small dimples moved up on his cheeks as he spoke.

"i love you more," nate said.

he walked over to me and kissed my forehead, and ran his hand through the ends of my hair.