Tales of A Famous Teenager

Sausage Pizza

She sighed, shrugging off her furry white coat and letting it drop to the floor. Violet let herself fall to the fancy orthopedic bed, kicking off high heels off her feet, wanting to massage the sore and painful sensation but laziness stopping her, the crude feeling of tiredness leaving her without purpose, not even showering.

Her dress was riding up and it was almost impossible to breathe with the tight fabric wrapped around her chest, but again, she wasn't planning on moving in a while. After some minutes of laying in bed watching the symmetric ceiling, she concluded for the fifth time that this wasn't the life a fifteen year old - even if her birthday was in a few days - girl should be living, but it was good enough. She popped up on her elbows and glanced around the hotel room.

White, with big windows, which made her cringe, because she hated windows. She cocked an perfectly lined eyebrow - which of course made her go through hell to be acceptable for the public, - at a candy that rested on the little table right next to her bed, and made a move to take it. Violet teared apart the black wrapping and placed the chocolate on her tongue, rolling it around and smiling to the taste. As long as they gave her free candy everyday, she could cope with the creepy windows.

She realized the fact that she hadn't ate anything since she arrived from her flight, and that made her stomach growl. She blushed, even if nobody was around to hear the embarrassing sound. Crawling up, she sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath, before standing up and walking towards the sleek kitchenette. Of course, like every other five star hotel, the menu offered many exotic and complicated things she would love to eat any other day, but this time she was just feeling numb and completely done with expensive crap, so she took her phone out and dialed a familiar number.

"Yes, hey, um," she was actually surprised at her behavior, and she frowned and rubbed her eyes as she walked to the bedroom again, with the phone still pressed to her ear. "I would like to order a pizza, for three persons? Yeah, pepperoni. No, change it for sausage, thank you."

She sat on the floor, her back pressed to the bed, and turned on the television, hoping to catch up with at least one show. "Okay, name and address?" a girl said on the other side of the line, her talking interrupted several times by obnoxious gum-chewing.

"I am in Whitman Hotel, and Violet Debris," she tried to act like it wasn't such a big deal herself, but then she would be lying, so truth is she ended up shutting her eyes in nervousness.

She heard a faint gasp, and then the girl whispered, "Violet Debris?!"

And just because she had heard that enough times today, she opened her eyes and rolled them bitterly, and without thinking, she spat back, "Yeah, as if my second name was really Debris."

~

From the other side of the city - the other side meaning rude hobos and big rats, - Trevor was siting on a table, with his acquaintance, Klaus. They shouldn't be sitting down, it was against the rules of working shifts, or at least that was what the manager said, but they didn't care given someone had to fill in chairs. If working at a pizza place was boring, then he wasn't sure what working on a pizza place that never had clients was, but then, he wouldn't blame them, being in this street at this hour of the day was a death sentence. The only sound in the empty local was Pixie by the cashier and her gum smacking against her lips, the occasional phone call, and the music that emerged from the television. After deciding that Klaus and himself weren't able to achieve a single truly friendly and non-awkward conversation, they had channel-surfed, stopping at MTV.

Both of them, hands holding their chins, mouth open and heavy eyelids that proved how much they wished they would be in their beds that moment. The boy besides him casually tapping his foot at the rhythm of the music, as the elephant in the video danced around to a happy Cosplay song. Travis heard the cashier answer the phone, and perked up slightly.

But he wasn't feeling like standing up yet, so he lingered, as he watched another shooting start. The first shot opened up to a girl with two messy buns at each side of her head, and cubical glasses resting at the bridge of her nose. A bit unnecessary, he thought, but she would back it up with the confidence in which her fingers strummed the bass. At his side, Klaus sighed happily and hummed along with the easy tune.

"Turn it up, I love her," the boy with the shaggy blond hair said with an easy smile, cocking his head and then he proceeded to sing along with the girl.

Travis turned around to see the cashier still busy with the phone call, so he shook his head, and the blond gave him a reproachful look, "Pixie is talking, dude, do you want the customer to think we all have such bad taste in music?"

The other boy scoffed and peered at him with an incredulous look, snitching the remote and turning up to volume.

"I had finally found a way
to shake off the guilt,
life had given me
brand-new and terrible hunger,
I'm leaving
with my youth and my free will"

The girl was now signing into the microphone, pressing her lips in such a way, and closing her eyes making it look almost sensual. The lyrics were slurred but somehow she made them work, dragging the words softly. He didn't know much about music, but even if her song wasn't a masterpiece, it was pretty clever.

"You are kidding, right?" Klaus defended her, "She is amazing, and she is so hot, and her voice is just the perfect." He slumped down into the chair, "I want her to be my birthday present."

Travis scrunched up his nose, not because the boy wasn't right, but because the girl seemed way younger than them. The girl was pretty amazing and pretty hot, and the way her hips did that little movement made it look like she was purposefully grinding on her bass, but it made her look innocent at the action. Anyways, Travis wasn't very fond of... well, whatever genre she was playing. Something along sad, and glamorous, and just a little bit of grunge, and a sparkle of superiority.

And in that moment a loud gasp broke his line of thought, and he turned around. Pixie was looking at the phone, perplexed, her mouth hanging open, her pierced-eyebrow almost by her hairline. Both boys looked at her, and after what seemed like years, she looked back at them.

"I just took Violet Debris order."

Klaus pretty much screamed in excitement.