He's Not Bad, He's Broken

Chapter 16 - Eli

Picture of Cutie a. k. a Eli!!

I really did feel bad about judging them. They said it was fine, once I explained to them what I meant but I wasn't taking that.

So I did what any sane person would do.

I ordered pizza. I know they love pizza.

But then again who doesn't?

So, I walked out of the room to call the people. "Hello, this is Domino's how may I help you?" A guy answers. "Uh, yeah I would like 2 large pepperoni pizza's." I reply.

"Yes ma'am." He replies. "Uh, we will be there in 10 minutes."

Damn that's quick.

Then the line went dead.

I just shrug and walk back to the living room. "Where were you?" Damon asks.

"Uh, I um went to the, uh bathroom?" I stutter.

"Why'd you stutter?" Justin asks.

"I always stutter." I simply state, playing it off.

Hey, when did he start talking again?

"When did you start talking again?"

He looks confused, "What do you mean?"

"You haven't talked for a while, now." I state.

"Oh, I uh was thinking." He clears his throat.

I narrow my eyes in suspicion, "About what?"

He shrugs. "My next prank-,"

DING DONG

The door bell rings.

My eyes widen. They all look confused.

"I'll get it."

"No! I will get it. Be humble and sit down." I push Lucas down.

I didn't give them time to answer. I just ran.

I open the door and there he is, the pizza guy.

I smile. "Uh, 2 large pepperoni pizzas?" He asks, shyly.

Awe that's so cute.

"Yup, that's me." I smile.

He looks up at me smiling at him and looks down quickly.

"Um h-here." He stutters. He hands me the pizza's.

"Thanks." I grab the box and our hands brush.

I look up and he is looking at me and blushing. Aww.

He's so cute. But a baby kind of cute. "How old are you?" I just had to ask.

"Um I-I'm 14." He looks down.

"Awe, that's so cute." I say aloud this time. "But how can you work? You're not of age."

"Uh, my father made me get a job. And he has friends that work their so they let me. I just have to ride a bike." He tells me, looking up.

Then I see them. Bruises.

I shake my head. "What time do you get off?" I ask.

He looks at his arm, then realizes he doesn't have a watch. I smile at his cuteness. "Uh right after this drop off." He looks down embarrassed.

"Great," I smile. "Would you like to join us?" I ask.

"Oh. Uh-,"

I cut him off. "Awesome." I grab his arm and pull him inside. I drag him into the living room with the pizzas in my other hand.