long story short (chaennie)

pizza girl

It's a Friday night when it all begins.

Rosie comes home after a long day of classes, throws her keys on the side next to Sehun and Lisa's, kicks her Nikes off, and flops down on the couch. Lisa, who is sat on the opposite couch, watches her amusedly as she reaches up with one hand and pulls the fluffy yellow blanket from the back of the couch over herself.

"Long day?"

"Mhm," Rosie says as she grabs a pillow and puts it against the arm rest of the chair, "but it's over now. Goodnight."

She's just closed her eyes and settled for a nice couch-nap that will inevitably mean she doesn't sleep tonight when Lisa laughs. "Did you forget that it's your turn to cook dinner tonight?"

Rosie's eyes snap open, and she glares over at her best friend. Lisa smirks amusedly, and Rosie knows why she's enjoying this so much. Mostly because the whole dinner schedule was Rosie's idea; she was sick of takeout and wanted to cook healthy alternatives and she'd pretty much forced Sehun and Lisa into it with the cooking schedule that she'd stuck to the kitchen wall.

As much as she's fully committed to her war against takeout, she's also so tired she thinks she might set something on fire in the kitchen. "Ugh. Just order something. I don't care."

"But what happened to takeout food is the devil?" Lisa says dryly, and Rosie knows she's not going to make it easy. "I thought we'd all end up with scurvy if we had one more McDonald's. Surely, you don't want your best friends to get scurvy."

Rosie snuggles into her pillow and shakes her head. "I don't care. I'll take scurvy over getting up right now."

"Glad I got that on record," Lisa says, and Rosie looks up to see her pointing her phone right at her, clearly videoing. "Sehun! Rosie says we're allowed to order takeout again."

Sehun opens his bedroom door and peers out into the lounge. "Wait, really?"

"I got her on video!" Lisa holds up her phone triumphantly, and Rosie makes a mental note to go on there and delete that video when she can be bothered. "I'll order pizza from Sooya's, we should support our local businesses."

Rosie grunts into her pillow, because Sehun and Lisa know that she'll take a veggie pizza because it's at least somewhat healthy. At least that's what the pizza people want her to believe.

She hears Lisa placing the order and rolls over to face the TV. She snuggles into her fluffy blanket – it always reminds her of home – and she half-watches the episode of Brooklyn 99 playing on television. She's too tired to actually pay attention to it.

Lisa sits back down on the other couch and smirks evilly at her. "Just because you're the one making me break my very strict healthy diet, you have to answer the door when the pizza comes."

"Ugh, what?" Rosie groans, but she pushes herself up to sit. "That's evil."

"You're the one who was too lazy to cook," Lisa says, and Rosie knows she's enjoying this, "you can have the awkward interaction with the pizza guy."

"Whatever," Rosie rolls her eyes and pushes her blanket off, "I'm getting in my pyjamas."

"You're not going to get out of answering the door that easily!"

Lisa's laughs follow Rosie down the hallway to her bedroom, but she doesn't give her a response. Back in the takeout days, whoever looked the least embarrassing always answered the door, and Rosie knows they'll keep the same rules, so she gets in her unicorn onesie to manipulate that rule and also just because it's super comfy and she needs that right now.