Unfortunately Named

Chapter 2

"Deez nutz! Ha! Got 'em!"

I rolled my eyes as I whacked Stewy on the back of his head. "Knock it off, you moron."

He had been saying that nonstop for the past ten minutes. Why? Well, my reasoning is that he hit his head too hard as a child. But he claims that my theory isn't true.

"Annoying you is fun."

I beg to differ.

"Uranus-" I inwardly cringed as my father spoke my real name. "-, Dick, knock it off. We're almost to the house."

I let out a small sigh as I leaned back in my seat. We have been in the car far too long. If it weren't for my parents, I probably would've murdered my twin by now due to his constant blabbering. I don't know how he manages to attract girls with his loud mouth.

About fifteen annoying, "deez nutz" filled minutes later, we pulled into the driveway of our new house.

The outside was nice, but the inside was the cool part. Our house was huge and it was right on the beach. It'd be perfect for throwing parties once we got to know some people around here. Without my parents here, of course.

"Okay kids, go upstairs and claim your rooms," Mom grinned as we were looking around. "The master bedroom is mine and your father's, but there are three other bedrooms."

Stewy and I wasted no time running up the stairs and looking for our rooms. We both got to the best room at the same time.

This room was big. The other ones were, too, but not like this one. It had a king size bed, two dressers, a walk-in closet, its own bathroom, a balcony, a TV, and a small couch. The only difference between this one and the master bedroom is that this one doesn't have a fireplace or a study, and is a bit smaller.

"It's mine!" I yelled as I pushed- well, attempted to push- Stewy back through the door.

"I was here first!"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, Rock Paper Scissors?"

Stewy hesitantly agreed.

"Rock, paper, scissors, go!"

I beat his scissors with rock.

My twin brother huffed and crossed his arms. I laughed, evilly of course.

"Awh, is Stewy gonna cry?" I teased as I laid back on my new bed. My brother just scoffed and stomped out of the room to claim a different one. It wasn't that big of a deal, though, because all of the rooms were nice.

I'm liking this place already.
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"Hey, Uranus?"

I looked up from my laptop, where I was video-chatting Delilah, Jemma, and Lauren. "Yeah, Mom?"

She smiled. "Could you go pick up the pizza I ordered? They don't deliver."

See, this is what's unfair. Parents ask you to do stuff in that "you have no choice but to say yes" way. I mean, I would've said yes anyway because pizza but if I wanted to say 'no' I couldn't have. Do you get what I'm saying?

I plastered a fake smile on my face. "Sure, just give me a couple minutes."

"Great, honey. Thank you!"

Once Mom had shut my door, I promised to call my friends later and ended the video chat. I quickly put on decent clothes, grabbed my purse and walked down stairs to the garage. My car wasn't here yet, so I had to drive the family minivan. Lovely.

The town was small, so locating the pizza parlor only took me about 10 minutes, minus the 2 minutes it took to wait for an elderly woman to cross the street.

As I walked through the door into "Darrel's Pizzeria" the mouth-watering  smell of pepperoni pizza hit me. I inhaled deeply as I stepped up to the counter.

No one was by the register, so I hit the bell.

Still no one. So I hit it again.

I sighed and hit the bell again when no one showed up.

Right before I slammed my hand down on the damn bell again, a guy came walking in through the kitchen wearing an irritated look on his face. He was around my age, maybe eighteen, and he had pizza sauce all over his apron.

"What can I do for you, Bell?" He asked as he leaned against the counter.

I scowled. "That is not my name."

The boy gave me a sarcastic smile. "That's too bad. Bell is my new nickname for you, since you like to ring the bell so much."

"Maybe if you actually fucking paid attention to your customers, I wouldn't have to ring the bell so many times," I said, rolling my eyes.

He crossed his arms in a defensive manner. "I was busy."

I put my hands on my hips. "I'm sure Cake Boss is busy too, but he still takes care of his customers."

Apron Boy narrowed his eyes at me. "The only way I'd take care of you is by throwing you of a cliff."

I humorlessly laughed. "Is this how you treat all of your customers?"

"Nah, I save it for you."

I rolled my eyes again. "Well don't I just feel special."

"You can leave, you know."

I gave him a dirty look. "I think I will. Don't expect a tip, by the way."

"I guess you don't want your pizza then?"

"Shove it up your ass."

And back to the car I went.