Pizza-line Bling

Appetizers

The doorbell rang twice, making me jump. I had totally forgotten about the pizza I had ordered about half an hour ago.

"Who's that?" my best friend asked through the phone. "Are you cheating on me again?" she gasped.

I laughed, shaking my head at her silliness. I love that about her. From the day that I met her, there has been absolutely no day that we haven't had a crazy moment. Which, to be honest, always creates a new, unforgettable memory.

Grabbing a ten-dollar bill from my coffee table and heading to the door, I told her to hush and wait for me to pay. I left the phone on my sideboard, without ending the call, and pulled the door wide open.

"Hey, I'm here to deliver your pizza."

Oh, la mia pizza dal bell'aspetto!

It was a hot guy that accompanied my also hot, square pizza box. His jet black hair was perfectly styled in spikes, making him ten times better-looking. His emerald green eyes were switching from looking at the box, to glancing at me.

Me.

Don't get me wrong... I'm not one of the girls who always judge themselves without a reason, and call themselves ugly when they totally aren't. Everyone is beautiful in their own way. But trust me, my current appearance was to cry for.

My curly brown hair was in a messy bun, and random stray locks of hair were sticking out. I surely did look like a monkey... Let alone the fact that I was wearing my gigantic dog slippers... Yes, you know which ones I mean... These that look more like pillows than footwear.

The guy cleared his throat, snapping me out of my little daydream. "Is this the correct address?" he searched his pocket, taking out a small piece of paper. Looking at the number written over my door bell, he turned back to me. "I'm quite sure this pizza is for you," he said again, raising one of his thick-ass eyebrows.

I nodded shyly. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was just thinking about something else," I smiled sweetly and handing him the money.

"It's okay," he shook his head, trying to hide his amusement. "Enjoy your meal," he gave me my pizza.

Not sparing a moment, I quickly shut the door in his face and grabbed my phone, keeping it to my ear.

"Gosh! I just met the man of my wildest dreams," I cheered through the phone. "I swear, I'm going to order from that pizzeria every day of my entire life, just to see this guy," I fanned myself with my spare hand, dramatically.

Another knock came to my door before my best friend could have a chance answer. I furrowed my brows in confusion and set the pizza down at the sideboard.

Balancing the phone between my shoulder and my ear, I opened the door again, only to find the delivery guy still there.

"You forgot your drink," he smirked, shaking slightly the red Coca Cola can in his hand.

He can't have heard...

"Oh, and..." he said handing me the drink. "If you want to see me so badly, I can give you a picture of me," he grinned. "Although," he paused, "I wouldn't mind visiting a girl like you every day," he winked at me and left me standing at my front door, with my mouth wide open.

"Well," my best friend stated from the other side of the phone. "I'm sure this is going to be a hell of a summer."

[Copyright © by charliegotcaught]