Chapter 5

Emmitt was surprised to find the bed empty when he awoke. Had Sierra realized that admitting she was with him was a mistake and deserted him, heading back to her friends to explain it had all been a joke?

His stomach was queasy and his head felt heavy. His mouth was sore and he put his hand to it to realize it was bruised and fattened. He saw that he was still dressed in his Pizza House Tee Shirt and jeans, although he had kicked off his sneakers at some point.

He stifled a yawn and dragged himself to the bathroom and when he was done cleaning up he put on a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt and headed into the kitchen where he found Sierra sitting at the kitchen table with his sister Ally, drinking coffee and chatting.

"Oh," he said relieved to see that Sierra was still in the house.

"What happened to your face?" Ally wanted to know.

"He was defending me," Sierra said proudly.

"My gentleman brother," Ally smiled with approval as she got up from the table and left the room.

"Everything okay?" Emmitt asked with concern.

"Of course," Sierra grinned.

"What were you two talking about?"

"Girl stuff," Sierra said lightly.

Emmitt took a seat at the table across from her. "Don't your parents worry when you don't come home at night?"

"They give me latitude," she explained.

"Why did you bring me there last night?" Emmitt wondered.

"I wanted to stop hiding," Sierra replied.

"Even if it costs you your friends?"

"Those friends don't cost anything," She replied.

"Do you really want to be associated with The Pizza Boy?" He asked.

"If you're The Pizza Boy, doesn't that make me The Pizza Girl?" She smiled.

"The Pizza Girl of Madre?" He smirked.

"That sounds like an oxymoron, doesn't it?" Sierra realized. "I'll probably end up running the place," she said. "I'll go to Green College and all that but I honestly believe that my true calling is taking over for Sal when the time is right."

"Will your parents let you?" Emmitt asked.

Sierra laughed. "They'll probably expect it."

"By outing me last night, you're going to be stuck with me," Emmitt warned..

"Do you remember what you told me last night?" Sierra wanted to know.

"I remember," he blushed.

"Did you mean it?"

"Yes," he said sheepishly.

"Then I don't mind being stuck with you," she told him as she stood from the table, leaned over and kissed him. "Thanks for the sleep over," she smiled. "I'll see you."

She headed for the back door and Emmitt followed watched her leave, amazed that any of this was actually happening.

They started hanging out together at school beginning that Monday. Sierra no longer cared about her image or her reputation - in fact, she was proud to be seen with Emmitt and her friends reluctantly accepted him although Emmitt wasn't particularly interested in spending time with them and Sierra understood completely. An awkward unspoken truce was agreed upon by most of them, except Brad of course who didn't like the idea of his ex hanging out with The Pizza Boy.

Sometimes they went to her house (usually when her parents weren't around) and sometimes they went to his (mostly when his sister wasn't around). Her house was so large and spacious - Emmitt liked to walk through the rooms and get lost in the puzzle of the house's layout.

Emmitt's house was sort of sad and empty but he said that Sierra brought life and feeling to it. One afternoon, they were laying together on his bed, fully clothed, not doing anything except enjoying the quietness of the moment.

"Have your friends said anything to you?" Emmitt asked.

"About what?" Sierra asked, glancing at him.

Emmitt looked at the tip of his sneakers. "About us," he mumbled.

"You have a very funny idea of me," she said. "Do you think I care what they say or think?"

"No," he admitted.

She closed her fingers around his. "If I want to fuck you, do you think they're going to stop me?"

"No," he said, moving his hand to her breast to show her that he was interested.

"You make me want to have sex all the time," she giggled.

"I can't make you do anything," Emmitt said.

"Sure you can," She teased. "Do you think there's anybody else I want to do this with?"

"But why do you want to do it with me?" He asked.

She looked at him, surprised by his doubt. She shook her head before leaning in and kissing him. "Because you make me feel happy," Sierra smiled.

Emmitt looked at her but he didn't say anything.

"Do I make you feel happy?" She asked.

"For the first time in my life," He acknowledged.

"Good," Sierra smiled with approval.

"But what if you meet someone else who you like more?" Emmitt worried.

Sierra laughed, wrapping her arms around his chest. "Why are you so insecure?"

He shut his eyes and sighed. "I can't help it," he said.

"Do you trust me?" She asked, sounding more serious now.

"With my heart," he answered, opening his lids and staring into her eyes with sincerity.

"Then stop worrying so much," she advised.

"Your friend Lana called me pathetic today in front of everyone," Emmitt told her

"I didn't hear that," she said.

"You were in the bathroom," Emmitt said. "She said I was a loser and that I was making a fool of you."

"Fuck her, she's such a bitch," Sierra said angrily as she snuggled closer to him. "She's just trying to make you feel like shit."

"Why?" Emmitt frowned.

"Because that's what they do to people they feel don't belong," Sierra said with annoyance. "Don't listen to any of them. They're just jealous."

"What could they possibly be jealous of?" Emmitt asked.

"They're jealous because I'm happy," Sierra said with contentment. "You have nothing to worry about."

Emmitt kissed her earlobe. "Thanks for making me happy."

"Would you make love to me now?" she asked.

He touched his hand against her hip, rocking her with his movements. "Yes," he said happily.

"Most people go through their whole lives without ever really feeling this happy," Sierra observed as she began to take off her clothes.

"I'll make pizza with you for the rest of my life if you'll let me," Emmitt promised.