Pizza-line Bling

Garlic Bread

*Leslie's P.O.V.*

"Nice to meet you," the stranger who was actually invited in my house by my dad told me. "I'm Spencer," he stuck out his hand for me to shake.

"I'm Leslie and I have to go," I said starting to walk towards the kitchen carrying the supermarket bags.

"Freaking stop right there!" my dad yelled.

"What?" I spat out furiously.

"You know exactly what! What on earth happened to you? Who do you think you are talking like that to the poor guy?" he started to walk closer to me.

"Who do I think I am? I think I am someone who doesn't bring strangers in my house just like that; just because I saw them outside my house. I'm sorry I want to be careful and don't let the unwanted happen again," I finally said and left the room.

The unwanted.

The unpredictable.

Something that happened three years ago and nobody has still tried to talk about it.

June 2014. My parents and I had gone away for holidays, leaving the house to my grandma. Our neighbourhood was almost empty of people as most of them had left too. An old woman alone in a house would be the easiest target, wouldn't it? And that's how it went.

The doorbell rings.

My grandma answers.

It's just a tall man selling kitchenware.

Grandma gets in the house.

The man gets in the house.

Gun shoots.

Grandma unconscious on the floor.

The man left with all the money he could find within twenty minutes. Then police came and we were immediately informed about the incident.

Thankfully, my grandmother wasn't killed. She was just so scared and stressed at that moment that fainted. The bullet hole is still visible in our living room's ceiling. It's there to remind us the lesson we learned on that shitty day.

The lesson unfortunately only some of us learned.

As I was throwing away the expired products of our cupboards, I heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

"Hey," the unfamiliar voice said again.

Without turning around, I sighed and continued to do my thing.

"Your dad told me about what happened..." I saw him scratch the back of his head. "I swear if I knew I would cause such a problem, I wouldn't have accepted your father's help."

I nodded, but this time I turned to him. "It's alright. It's not your fault, really. I just can't believe he forgot so easily. That he wasn't more cautious after all..."

His hands found the pockets of his jeans, making them hang lower a bit. Just that tiny, little bit that made his underwear make its appearance.

What the hell am I doing?!

Looking back into his eyes, I noticed that he had also been staring at me.

"Anyway," he cleared his throat blushing. "I just came here to apologize and assure you that I'm not a serial killer trying to steal-" he cut his sentence half way through, seeing my angry-slash-sad expression plastered on my face. "I'm sorry."

"Again, it's fine," I shook my head.

"So... What are you doing in the afternoon?" he grinned, stepping closer to where I was standing.

"I thought you were injured? Why don't you go to the hospital? You must have hurt your head," I told him rolling my eyes afterwards.

"What?" he asked confused.

"You are still a stranger to me. Why tell you my plans for the afternoon?" I shrugged.

I can't believe he's still here trying to chit-chat. Did anyone tell him we were friends?

Did you?

If you did, I know where you live and I will make sure to drop by and leave him at your doorstep.

"I just thought we could hang out," he scratched his head nervously. "The truth is... I am new here and I don't really have friends..."

"Of course we can hang out!"

Wait what?

I guess you are wondering what happened to make me change my mind about Spencer that fast?

Well nothing did.

The voice heard had surely not come from my mouth. It was a girly, undoubtedly familiar one.

"Oh, hey," Spencer looked weirdly at my best friend.

"Hey," she laughed. "I'm Mia."

"That's my best friend," I growled and rolled my eyes again.

"Yeah," she laughed, skipping happily towards me. Unlike the others, though, she actually came next to me and even hugged me. "With whom," she added, "I am going to the public pool later."

She. Did. Not.

"Really?" Spencer lifted an eyebrow obviously feeling like he achieved his greatest accomplishment.

"Yes! And you are coming with us."

I mentally slapped my face. With both hands. And then I slapped Mia.

Mentally of course...

"You are lucky I have a day off of work today," he said, getting his phone out of his pocket.

Extending his hand to our direction, he signaled that we saves our numbers in it.

We did - more like Mia did - and right after that, Spencer left with a huge, stupid grin on his face.

As soon as the front door closed, and before Mia could even have the chance to speak, I quickly grabbed the glass of water in front of us and poured its contents all over her face.

"You deserved it."