A Greasy Romance

Chapter 2

Perry's Point of View

The boy screamed.
At first, I didn't realize why he was screaming. I thought I could introduce myself and we could have a nice conversation, chat a little about the unfortunate circumstances he had rescued me from, and then I would be on my way. Obviously this wasn't going to be the case, as, of course, I was a talking pizza.
"Kyle?" someone yelled from below. "What happened?"
The boy, Kyle, glanced over at the still cracked door. "Nothing, Mom!" he yelled before slamming his door shut. Then he turned to me.
"My name's Perry," I told him, reaching out an arm to shake his hand. His face whitened when he saw my hand and I quietly withdrew it.
"This can't be real," he muttered, walking to his bed. "This can't be real, this isn't real, I'm dreaming," he repeated over and over as he walked back and forth from his bed to his desk. Then he suddenly turned on me. "Say something else," he demanded.
"Hello, my name is Perry. I am a pizza."
"Am I crazy? Am I dreaming? Please tell me I'm dreaming," he said urgently, staring at me. I looked him up and down. He was sort of cute, but he was on the verge of panic and that wasn't important right now.
"You're not dreaming. At least, I don't think you are," I told him.
"Right. Well, as long as I'm dreaming, I might as well introduce myself. I'm Kyle."
"So I heard," I chuckled, nodding at his door.
Kyle shook his head. "I- what do I do with you?"
"You already saved me. Isn't that enough?"
He shook his head again and resumed his pacing. "I have to hide you. That's what I would do if this was real life, and not a dream, because it's logical to keep a talking pizza a secret, right?"
"Maybe we could be friends," I said, hopping up and beginning to explore.
"Right. Friends. With a talking pizza."
I shrugged. This was the normal reaction, although one time a girl had just immediately shoved me into a blender (but that's a story for another time).
Kyle started muttering to himself again as I looked around his room. "Should I tell Jake?" he asked himself. "Mom, maybe? Ethan? Ethan wouldn't tell anyone. Maybe I should just throw him out of the window. A car would run over him and my problem would be solved. But that would be rude, right? I can't just throw people out windows. Of course, he's not exactly a person... What even is he? How does a pizza talk? Why does it talk? What am I supposed to do if someone hears me talking to a pizza?" and on and on and on. No one had ever taken this much time to consider what to do with me. I started to think he liked me.
I glanced over at the clock, thinking that at this late hour I could just get him to go sleep without kicking me out. "Well, I'm hitting the hay. Gotta lot to talk about tomorrow, huh?" I said, climbing back into my box.
Kyle turned around. "You sleep, too?"
"Of course. What do you think I am?"
Kyle somewhat laughed under his breath. "A pizza, maybe." He flipped the light switch and climbed into his bed. I was surprised he was letting me sleep in his room with him. He must have really thought he was dreaming.
"Good night," I said. "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
"You're just a dream," Kyle said one last time.