Chapter 1- Delivery

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I stared at my computer waiting for my food to come. I start fidgeting with one of the keys, sadly I live alone so there's no one to talk to... I have too many problems and there's no one to talk to...

God I hate quiet. It's violent. Maybe I'm just too hungry to think. I feel like I need someone with me, I wish Brendon was here he always makes me laugh. Ugh, it's been forty five minutes and I'm still waiting for my pizza.

I walk into my kitchen and look into my fridge for a snack since the pizza's never even going to get here. The sound of the fridge humming irritates my headache more and more. It looks almost empty, what a sad fridge...but I guess I'll just wait for the pizza to get here then.

I grab a glass and get water from the tap. It tastes nasty. Oh well. I throw myself back on my couch and open back up my computer(no porn, not yet at least)I start just searching for outfits since I lost some at my trip to New England. I'm still wondering how that even happened...

I take another sip of my crusty water, and realize how much all of these clothes suck. I close my computer and look around my house... It's dirty. Should I clean? Or just relax? Or just sleep till I hear the doorbel-

*ding dong*

I jump over there like an animal, questioning how hungry I am. I open the door and see a rather charming delivery boy, with a beautiful mouth watering pizza in his hands.

I know this sucks ass but it's my FIRST STORY so don't be too harsh...

This beginning kinda isn't a good way to start but later it gets detailed and way way better

Edit: okay I'm like looking back on this to double check for mistakes and I'm so sorry this writing is shit so far, you're gonna hear this a lot but I PROMISE THE WRITING IMPROVES A LOT legit these first few CHAPTER have really shitty writing ugh

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