Mom, I Accidentally Joined A Gang

One: All I want is my pizza dude

I can never catch a break. I mean, my plans were to stay in bed all day with my laptop. The only time I would move was when I needed to go to the bathroom. I had all the snacks and drinks a person could ask for. Instead I have to change out of my fuzzy pajamas, and slip into jeans, shoes, and a jacket. All because my annoying little brother wanted pineapple and anchovies pizza.

Don't get me wrong, I love my little brother, but at times like these I just want to give him to another family. One that would be willing to get him pizza without their chill day being ruined. He does deserve a break, though. His mom, my step-mom, recently died in a robbery. My dad has been busying himself with extra work, so I've been filling in for both parents.

Grabbing my wallet and phone, I decide to take a walk to the pizza parlor. I live close by a strip mall that holds lots of food places. Jamie's Pizza Parlor being one of them. Jamie's is a kinda sketchy place, but I always shrug it off since the food there is really good. Opening the door, the bell rings and the scent of pizza smacks me in the face.

I stand there for a moment, warming myself up when a harsh voice speaks up.

"You gonna order somethin' or what?" A guy who looked to be in his early forties with scars and tattoos decorating his face was glaring at me.

"Um, yeah I'm going to order. Why else would I be here?" 

I wince at my choice of words. 

"I don't know doll, you were just standin' there like a freak." 

Just a quick note about myself, I have the worlds shortest temper.

"I'm the freak? You're the one with scars and tattoos covering your face."

Wrong move. His eyes hardened and I swear there was a flash of murder in his dull brown eyes.

"Listen here girly, if you don't order I will personally climb over this counter and toss your cute little ass onto the street, got it?"

I gulped and nodded my head. He gave me a forced, yellow-toothed smile.

"Well, whaddya want?"

"Um, a pizza with extra pineapple and anchovies."

Those dull eyes that once held anger and annoyance widened as they filled with fear.

"M-my apologies ma'am."

Ma'am?

"I had no idea. Please don't tell your boss. I already am on strike two."

Strike two? What kind of drugs was this guy on?

"Please, follow me."

You see, at this point you are all thinking if I'm going to follow him or not. Since you are on the other side of the screen and have no say in what kind of decisions I make, I'm going to follow him. I mean, I'm a naturally curious person, so I wanna see where he's taking me. Even though it might be to my death, I think I'm in the clear considering how freaked out he is by me. 

So I follow him as he leads me past the oven and opens a door near the back. I was expecting it to be the back of the strip mall, but nope, it's a basement. That's when the red flags should've raised but they didn't. Or maybe they did and I ignored them. Either way I continued to trail behind him down the stairs until we stop in front of two really buff guys.

One of them speaks in a rough voice, like he was trained to speak that way to scare people. 

"What's your business down here?"

The man in front of me stammers as he explains himself.

"T-this young lady said that password."

Password? What the hell? Is extra pineapples and anchovies some kind of sacred pizza that can only be made by some of the finest pizza chefs? The two buff guys open the door and push me in. What I'm greeted with is certainly not some of the finest pizza chefs. Instead there are a bunch of dudes, some who are pretty smokin' if you ask me, staring at me like I'm a monster with four arms. 

This, dear reader, is when I finally realize I maybe, just maybe, should have left this place after the counter guy's sudden change in personality.

After an awkward moment of staring, one of the guys, thankfully he's hot, talks.

Before I repeat what he says, let me just say holy hell his voice is music. I can hardly find any words to describe what it sounded like, but I swear it made my eyes water.

"How did you get in here?"

"Well you see, I asked for a pizza with extra pineapples and-"

"I know that, but how did you find out about the password?"

"Password? My little brother just wanted me to order him some pizza. By the way, do you know how long this is gonna be? It was kind of late when I left and-"

"Shut up," he interrupted me for the second time. Damn. He may be hot and all, but his personality is shit.

"What's your little brother's name?"

"Why does his name need to be mentioned?"

A groan came from somebody else's mouth. "Can you just stop asking questions and answer ours?"

"Whatever. His name is Caleb."

The mention of my brother's name made literally every single one of them tense up. Now here's the part that I found hilarious. They pulled guns on me. See how funny it is? Not.

"Whoa, what's with the weapons buddy?"

"Don't you buddy me. What does Caleb want? Money? Drugs?"

Holy shit what have I gotten myself into this time?

"All I want is my pizza dude. Then I want to go back home, change out of these jeans, and have my Supernatural marathon. Besides, it's getting late and if you have a seven year old brother, you know that it won't end well."

Two voices spoke at the same time.

"Supernatural?"

"Seven year old?"

Everybody only focused on the second person's voice and their guns were lowered. The first dude I talked to ran his hand through his hair while hissing out the word shit. Suddenly a guy, probably twenty, made his way through the crowd.

"Listen, I know after witnessing all this might be traumatizing and you might not feel like answering dumb questions but I'm dying to ask-"

The first dude, who has green eyes shot a look to the guy in front of me.

"Connor, no."

"Who's hotter, Sam or Dean?"

Talk about unexpected. 

"Personally, I think Castiel is drool worthy. But between the brothers, Sam obviously."

The guy, Connor, smiled at me and pulled me into a hug.

"I think she should stay with us Liam."

Liam, aka green eyes, stared at Connor blankly.

"No."

"Why not?"

"She doesn't need to be dragged into this life style."

"Aw but she knows so much already. I mean, she could easily go to the police after all this and snitch on us."

I decide to cut in and give them my own opinion,"First of all, she is standing right here, second off all, snitches get stitches and end up in ditches. What is this exactly. Some  kind of dark boy scouts or whatever."

"Ooh, sarcastic." A new voice quips. Why is there so many hot guys down here?

"She seems perfect for us Liam. Look at her, she isn't screaming or crying, despite having a room full of guys aim guns at her." Connor points out. 

I nod at his words,"Yeah. I want to be part of the cool kids club."

Liam seems lost in thought when he finally makes a decision.

"Be here tomorrow by three so we can explain everything clearly."