Pizza Boy (Larry)

Intro

Wanting

Its a beautiful thing really. Everyone wants things in life: To get laid, meet their idols, to serve fucking hotdogs at their third wedding... Its normal. So if you want something, go get it right?

But that doesn't work with me.

I can't have what I want. I can't touch his soft tan skin or stare in his beautiful sea green eyes or smell his intoxicating cologne or run my hand through his soft brown hair or have my hands wrapped around his big hard -

Ugh!

Yes I'm talking about my pizza delivery guy. Louis.

I know. Give​ the money and grab the pizza. But he smiled at me. I haven't had someone smile at me in so long. It seems impossible but its true. I'm someone who rarely goes out and has absolutely no friends. I never leave my parents house although I would hardly call them my "parents". They're always leaving and giving me money to make it up. So technically I'm a rich loser.

Anyway so as would any person who's barely had any human interaction, I couldn't get him out of my mind.

Which is very very bad.

After a few more​ times of him delivering pizza and calling me "cutie", I couldn't​ take it.

I had to get away from him. I can't and won't keep falling for the same guys all the time. Especially last time.

My eyes water and I shudder thinking about it

So I stopped ordering and he stopped delivering. And all was fine.

But something was off. I felt watched, paranoid, unsettled ever since I stopped ordering pizza. Little did I know that Louis, hot sexy amazing Louis, was the type to get what he wanted, when he wanted. I guess you could call him possessive but its the thought that counts.

Still...everything went to shit

And it all started with his smile.
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soooo combined my 2 favorite things into a story, pizza and larry. And also I haven't been writing in a long time so it might suck. I know this is short but I'm still figuring out everything in this story.

Sorry if it sucks
~criariver