The Guy From The Mall, chapter 2

So, you walk to your house, but somehow, you find it really easy to talk to this guy, you have so much in common, it's uncanny.
"My mom's out of town for a few days, so I got the whole place to myself," you look up at him, and those big, gorgeous eyes stare back at you. "Well, here we are, hope you like it." You can't believe that just a few hours ago you were looking at this guy between stands in a record store, and now here he is, about to have lunch with you.
"This is a great place you got here," Billie Joe looked into your eyes again, and you had to look away to stop yourself from blushing.
"Erm... So... What do you want to eat?" you say, becoming a little bashful.
"I'm not fussy, though now you mention it, I'd love some pancakes... That is, if it's not too much trouble." He gave you a cheeky grin that made you melt inside.
"Yeah, sure, it's no problem." As you make yourselves lunch, you both talk about anything and everything. 'He's so amazing' you think to yourself as he talks about music and his band.
"I'd love to hear you guys sometime," Ok, ok, I know it's an open invitation to see him again, but hey, the guy's gorgeous.

You both went and sat down on the couch, just talking to each other none-stop. Then suddenly, he said something you never expected him to say.
"Ya know what? When you dropped your keys, I thought all my birthdays had come at once. I think you're really pretty," Oh dear, you can feel yourself going red at this point, "And I was, well... Erm," And nothing on earth could have prepared you for what happened next...