My Pizza Guy. (editing)

⊙Saturday Satire.⊙

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My mouth went dry. And yet, I swallowed.

Of all the people, Drea?! I had an eleven year old devil at home, and a twenty two year old almost everywhere else, whenever he'd wished.

But both of them combined?! No way. Life could simply NOT give me a situation as such.

Well surprise, Conscience sarcasmed, it just did.

Not even in the wildest of my states of mind could I decipher two devilish forces against me at once. Me! I barely withstand one of them.... And both?

I reckoned how unlucky I could get.

Very. All three inner voices of mine said in unision.

"Funny," Walt started, "She's exactly the best friend type." He said joyously.

My heart fainted.

Brit and I exchanged looks.

"Funny," Drea started, "You're exactly the pass time type." She rolled her eyes at him.

If looks could kill, Drea would've been explaining herself to the Lord by now.

I, and I bet Brittney as well, enjoyed it all. Walt's jaw clenched as he, literally, chugged down all his anger and replaced his stare of boiling wrath with a deep-down-butthurt-smile.

"But of course," he bent for her with his charming - as he thought it was - smile. "You enjoyed the time we spent, no?" He had his grin in place.

One could just simply slap that grin off of his face. Conscience said.

She held her head high, raising her chin. "Somewhat, yes."

He cocked his head and winked at Brit and I, like he wanted to say, "I can handle her."

"But," Drea walked toward the sofa and plopped down on it, "I only enjoyed my own company, yours was just a filler."

Walt's eyes widened. Owh what a treat!

"That's why I said I somewhat enjoyed the time." She now took out her iPod and plugged earphones in her twice pierced ears.

I coughed.

"Drea when did you get your second piercings?" I tried to close my mouth, but it was like gravity wouldn't let go of my jaw.

She raised a brow at me, and simply stated, "When I wanted them."

Oh wow. I mentally kicked myself for not being witty enough to figure a bit as little as that out.

That was a crap load of sarcasm, people.

My glare shifted to Walt. I gave him a questioning look, with a tinge of warning and garnished hatred.

He shrugged. "She won the bet."