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Soon finishing up in the shower, you step out, warm, wet, and happy. You felt good after taking a shower. You dry off and quickly change into the shorts, bra and tank top that you had picked out. You brush your hair and slowly, carefully, fishtail braid it. Finishing, you smile at yourself due to your accomplishment.
You hang up the towel to let it dry, then leaving the bathroom. Dialing Pizza Huts number, you order a large cheese pizza and spicy buffalo wings. As you wait, you decided to turn on the tv to one of your favorite horror movies, The Babadook. Sliding the DVD into the DVD player, you lounge on the couch and watch the trailers that play before the movie.
After about fifteen minutes after the movie starts, a knock raps on your front door, signaling that your food was here. Happily getting up, you grab a fifty and open the front door. Holding a pizza box and wing container, there stands Wade. Your hands fall to your sides as you look at him, your (e/c) eyes staring into his brown ones.
"Hey there, runaway. I brought the food." He grins crookedly.
You step back to let him in. He steps inside, setting the pizza box onto the coffee table that stands in front of the couch you were just sitting at. You close the door, shoving the money back into your wallet, shoving that back into your small purse.
Wade sighs and sits on your couch. You had noticed it was once again dark. You sit as far away from him as the couch could let you.
"Why are you here?" You ask, staring at the tv.
"Why'd you leave?" He answers with a question of his own, smirking as he looks at you sideways.
"Because I didn't want to stay." You spat. You honestly hadn't felt like staying at his place. You didn't want to be around him. You didn't want him here, either.
"Well, too bad. I'm here and I'm going to stay. Maybe have a little fun under some covers?" His smirk deepens, his words causing you to look at him in disgust.
"Shut your damn mouth, you sick son of a bitch." Your words come out more hateful then you intended. And they sounded a bit snobby, too.
"Make me, Sweetcheeks." He replies happily, puckering his lips.
You move the wing container and open the pizza box, pulling out a slice. Smirking hatefully, you slam the pizza in his face. He jumps up, letting the pizza slide off his face. His face, after the pizza hit the flor, had a red mark from his forehead to his chin and had shown a clear sense of shock.
"What the absolute FUCK?! I was expecting a KISS! Not a damn pizza in my face!" He yells. You laughed at him. You knew how he'd respond and you enjoyed the fact that he actually acted the way you knew he would.
