ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴏʏ | ᴇʀᴇɴ ᴊᴀᴇɢᴇʀ

three

you and your food-loving friends were watching some low budget movie and poking fun at the horrible acting, when there was a knock at the door. sasha perked up.

"IT'S HERE YESYES (NAME), THE PIZZA IS HERE! MY BABIES!!!" she started flipping out in her seat. "down, girl!" connie shouted, trying his best to keep the excited girl from running to the front door and attacking the delivery person.

laughing at what the person was probably hearing and thinking on the other side of the door, you get up and head over to the said barrier. you discreetly gasped upon opening it.

there, stood a boy. he was quite tall with chocolatey brown hair that was tied back, small strands free from the confines and dangling in front of his face. his skin looked smooth and sun kissed. his eyes—oh, his eyes, a beautiful shade of green that glistened softly in the evening sunlight that was shining through one of your living room windows.

he was clad in the pizza place's uniform—a white polo with red, white and green stripes at the end of each opening on the shirt. the name and logo of the place was neatly sewed on the top left. he wore a pair of black jeans along with white and slightly dirtied sneakers.

he offered you a polite smile. you swore that you could feel the slightest wobble in your knees. oh my, that smile is breathtaking. he greeted you and you took note of how smooth and deep his voice sounded. you weren't going to lie, your thirsty ass wanted to run laps at the sight of this man.

"you... did order two large pizzas, right?" he asked. after that brilliant holy fucking shit moment, you realized that you must've looked like a complete idiot for just standing there.

"yeah! uh—yeah, i did. sorry." you were an embarrassed and stammering mess as he handed you the warm boxes. you place them onto the accent table near the door so that you could sign the receipt since you tipped on your card.

"thanks, have a nice evening." the guy offered you another polite smile, though there was something else behind it this time that you couldn't place. after he left, you shut the door, taking a moment to lean your back against it. "fuck, that was embarrassing."

"(NAME) HURRY THE HELL UP! I CAN'T HOLD HER FOR MUCH LONGER!" grabbing the pizzas, you head back into your living room, only to jump out of the way just as connie lost his grip on sasha.

"SASHA! YOU WON'T GET ANY UNLESS YOU CALM YOUR FERAL ASS!" you scolded. sasha's growling stopped, thankfully. you put the pizzas on the coffee table, the food instantly being attacked.

"savages," you whispered before taking a slice yourself.

"so what happened to you? you look all flustered," connie asked, mouth now decorated with pizza sauce. you shrank in your seat, already cringing at the new embarrassing memory.

"the pizza dude was hot," you mumbled. it was super quiet, so connie nor sasha heard you. "eh? what was that, (name)?" sasha asked.

you violently bit off a chunk of your pizza, mouth full and cheeks puffed. after carefully chewing and swallowing the chunk of pizza, you repeated, "the pizza guy was hot!"

"OH NO, HE'S HOT!"

"EXACTLY! BRO HE WAS FUCKING GORGEOUS!"

"did you get his name?" connie asked. you only groaned, "no, i was too busy being an awkward idiot."

"r.i.p." connie was now on his third slice. 

"oh well," you sighed, "at least my eyes were blessed today."

"damn, i wish i could've seen!" sasha said, "hey, caillou, why don't you ever bless my eyes?"

"SHUT UP!"

"GROSS!"

"I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!"

"HOW ELSE COULD YOU HAVE MEANT IT?!"

"I DON'T KNOW, SHUT UP."

but while the two were bantering, you, for some reason, couldn't get those turquoise eyes out of your mind.

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