Cute Short Stories

Pizza Delivery Girl -- Short Story 18

Pizza Delivery Girl -- Short Story 18

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"Chloe, three more deliveries just came in!" My boss hung up the phone, "Be ready to go in 20 minutes."

Nodding, I grabbed the addresses and double checked my knowledge of where they were.

"Elmer Street, Keith Drive, and another on Keith." I said aloud, "Easy enough."

Waiting for the pizzas, I got out the delivery bags and pop that went with each order.

"5 minutes, Chlo." A girl in the back shouted over the fan.

"Right."

Staring out the front window of the store, I watched a girl walk by holding four dog leashes; with each dog misbehaving one way or another.

It made me think of the job I took up last summer as a dog walker for the George's; a wealthy, older couple that go away every summer, leaving behind their three dogs.

The job became a lot more interesting for me- a 17 year old girl at the time- when I met a boy Jordan who started meeting up with me everyday.

We ended up hanging out all that summer and I thought for sure we were close to dating, but as my luck goes, he moved that September.

After that summer, I made two promises to myself:

1) I would never ever ever take up a dog walking job again

And 2) I would be more careful with boys. It wasn't Jordan's fault his family decided to move, I just fall too easily.

Hearing the bell for the pizzas, I grabbed and filled my delivery bags, snatched the order forms and pop from the counter, and headed for my car.

Checking the time, I turned on the radio and began my drive to the outer skirts of town.

Humming and tapping my fingers on the steering wheel to the music, I suddenly couldn't stop thinking about Jordan.

Come on, Chloe. It's been almost a year.

I told myself, distracting myself with the music again.

No matter what I tried, Jordan would not leave my mind.

I wonder what he's doing?

He's what? 19 now?

He's probably going to school or something..

And has forgotten about me.

Shaking off the bad mood I had brought upon myself, I slowed down as I approached Elmer Street.

"Okay, now where's 4871?" I asked myself, scanning the house numbers.

About 10 houses down from the beginning of the street, I found 4871.

Grabbing the two bags it took to carry three pizzas, I took the plastic bag with pop in my other hand.

I knocked on the door and waited.

And then knocked again.

Where the heck is the doorbell?

I was about to knock again when the door was opened by a girl not much younger than me.

"Here's your three medium pizzas and 2L of pop." I handed her the boxes and plastic bag, "That'll be $32.52, please."

She searched her wallet for the money before giving up and handing me two $20's.