delivery girls !! lh, mc, ch

part three : chapter eight

part three : chapter eight

 

"yes, one large pepperoni pizza. thank you so much, sir. have a good day."

michael ended the call and leaned back against the counter. today was the day. the day that he would ask cami out.

he had a pretty creative way to ask and he was excited to see what she said, but ashton was being a downer and it was affecting his mood.

"dude, seriously, what's got your panties in a twist?"

"it's nothing."

michael groaned, knowing he'd have to get the truth out of ashton. at least he had something to do until the pizza arrived.

"ash, i know you're upset. there's really no point in you hiding it."

"okay, fine. i met a girl."

"is she a broccoli delivery girl?"

ashton slapped michael in the back of the head. "no, you bastard, this is serious."

michael rubbed the back of his head. "okay, sorry, who is she?"

"she's a marine biologist."

"a what?"

"she works with sea animals."

"oh. how the hell did you meet her?"

"i was at the beach and she was researching crabs or something."

"okay. so why is this girl making you sad?"

"she won't answer my texts."

"it's gotta be your hair. you know that's the problem."

ashton glared at michael. "fuck off, michael."

"okay. i have to go get the pizza anyway." he stood up and but turned back to his friend. "is it possible that you have the wrong number? because that's happened to me."

ashton frowned. "i guess? maybe that's it. thanks, michael."

he nodded, "anytime, bud," and left to get the pizza.

//i know that seems like a random little tangent but you'll see what i'm doing later//