Beguile

Two

Isabella stumbled into the kitchen through the back door entrance, after finally managing to squeezing herself through the tiny doorway which was quite a struggle because she was wearing a large pizza suit.

"Wow look who finally arrived. Pizza Pete where have you been?" Chloe, one of the employees at Dominos and Isabella's close friend teased as she sprinkled mozzarella cheese onto one of the personal pizzas.

"Stuck in traffic." Isabella grumbled as she grabbed the stack of 20% off all large plain pies coupons that was perched on the same shelf as a pile of old receipts and a small snow globe and other random adornments.

"Well somebody's in a mood." Chloe muttered, shoving the pizza into the brick oven.

"Well yeah, this is my sixth time being late this week, my dad's going to be so mad and he's probably going to overreact by taking my phone away for the next month."

"I don't think he noticed you were missing, its been really hectic, there have been swarms of maniacal One Direction fans as soon as the doors opened, they've been chanting Niall's name for the past hour and its giving me a migraine, that's why I have these in." Chloe said as she pointed to the bright orange noise canceling ear buds in her ear.

"How can you hear me then?" Isabella asked laughing.

"Yeah... they don't really work that well, I feel like there's a jack hammer pounding at my brain." Chloe said sheepishly.

"Girls! Quit yammering and get to work!" snapped Mark, the very studious assistant manager of Dominos.

Isabella sighed as she went around the building to the front to stand in front and hand out coupons.

"Would you like a coupon for 20% any large pizza pie?" Isabella asked the two giggling teenagers who were both wearing matching jumpsuits with some men's face printed on it and minion One Direction converses.

"Is Niall here?" one of the girls said all breathy as her friend stood by her side, mute and not bothering to look up from her phone that sported a case shaped like the head of some blonde boy as she hammered away on the keyboard.

"No... why would he be here?" Isabella said, slightly irked by the fact these girls were only here for some guy who may or may not even show up and not here for their delicious pizza.

"He tweeted he was going to eat here today for lunch!"the girl said, suspiciously as if Isabella wasn't telling the truth.

Her friend looked up from her iPhone and snapped her gum three times before saying, "Yeah, your lying to us aren't you? I bet he's in there right now, eating a slice of pepperoni pizza!"She gripped her friend's arm and pulled her to the entrance of the restaurant, "Let's go inside Jade, I want to get a selfie with Niall before he gets mobbed by some crazy fans!"

A scarlet red 2015 Subaru Impreza pulled into the parking lot swerving wildly, the driver was aggressively hitting the horn. The driver made a sharp turn when she reached the entrance to Dominos, revealing that the maniac was none other then Isabella's friend Grace supposedly visiting Isabella at her job to keep her company but it was more likely she was there for the same reason the other girls were here for. Grace parked the car right in front of the restaurant which was probably not allowed but all the parking spaces have been preoccupied by soccer mom vans probably working as the chauffeur for a couple of prepubescent girls hoping to get a One Direction sighting. Grace leaped out of the car, slamming the door ungraciously causing the entire car to shake. She made a beeline towards Isabella, pushing anybody and anything out of her way which included three small children and a half filled trash can.

"Your going to have to clean that up you know." Isabella joked, jerking her chin to the pile of stale pizza crusts and crumpled napkins accumulated on the pavement.

"Whatever the birds will eat most of it anyways." and sure enough a couple of dusty chalkboard grey pigeons began nipping at the pizza and bread stick crumbs. "WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT IS WHERE THE FUC NIALL IS!!"

"He's not here."

"Ugh then I'm waiting here until he does show up." Grace said, seating herself on the curb of the pathway leading into the restaurant.

"What about your job?" Isabella asked, squatting down next to Grace. Grace worked at a Target only because she looked great in red and that was the color of their uniform and so when One Direction releases their new album, Grace was able to get one of the first few copies as soon as they came out.

"I won't need a job when Niall and I get married, he will be the breadwinner, I'll just sit in our mansion and look beautiful."

"Great plan." Isabella laughed shooting her a 'yeah good luck with that' glance.

A young couple walked by them and Isabella stood up to offer them a coupon to which they graciously accepted. Just because Grace wasn't working anymore apparently doesn't mean Isabella shouldn't either. Isabella didn't want to marry into somebody else's money, she wanted to earn it herself. Her main goal in life was actually not inheriting the family pizza business (To Glen Domino, her father's dismay) It was to become a famous singer. She tried posting covers on YouTube and asked her brother and her mom to give her a shout out but they denied her proposal. Besides, all the comments were saying how they were going to sue her for making her ears bleed and that her voice sounded like Taylor Swift if she were deaf. But Isabella still didn't give up, if Obama had given up after he lost his middle school election to become the next student council president, would he still have become the president of the United States? Probably not. So Isabella was going to save the money she earned from the pizza place to put towards better auto tuning programs.

A swanky black Range Rover slowly pulled around the front of Dominos.

Grace abruptly stood up and brushed all the gravel off her butt and charged at the car.

"OH SH!T ITS NIALL ITS FUKING NIALL! NIALL IT'S ME IT'S ILOVENIALLSD!CK ON TWITTER I LOVE YOU ITS ME GRACE HELLO!" Grace screamed pounding on the tinted window of the Range Rover as she pulled out a gigantic neon green poster out of her purse that had read Niall is the Irish Justin Bieber complete with blinking lights that could have caused a seizure and a enormous sized cutout of Niall's head.

"GRACE! Calm down, what if it's not even Niall?" Isabella exclaimed, peeling Grace off the poor man's car who she bet was frightened. She would also be terrified if some random girl had jumped on her car and wiped out a blinding poster that had her face plastered across and had to be pulled off by a massive slice of cheese pizza who the insane girl was now proceeding to wrestle with.

The man rolled his window down and in a thick Irish accent, a concernedly, "Are you girls okay?"