Pizza, Fries and Cute Guys [ Crenny ]

The Pizza Boy

Standing from the old rickety stool placed behind the "drum set", I threw up my arms in a stretch, Stan Marsh setting the Guitar Queer-O guitar on the couch placed behind us, the tv screen flashing to the games home page.

"Hey, Kenny, order some pizza, we'll all cash in on the bill, alright?"

Kyle called from his spot, resting the "guitar" on the ground as he plopped onto the couch, rubbing his eyes with his palms. Stan sat down with his super best friend, huffing and starting a conversation with the ginger beside him as I made my way to the kitchen, snatching up Stan's Phone from the counter and tapping in his password.

"Hey, what pizza should we order?"

"Pineapple pizza!" Stan called out from the living room, receiving an "ew, gross dude!" and a small elbow to the ribs from Kyle.

"Get pepperoni pizza too!" The ginger teen then called, Stan snickering from his super best friends' disgusted reply.

I chuckled, dialling the old pizza places' number into Stan's Phone.

"Hey, just a Pineapple and a Pepperoni pizza, please."

"Mhm.. that's all?" The bored sounding male on the other line asked, pausing to let me speak.

"Oh! And.. send your cutest delivery boy." I added, grinning to myself, before hearing the male on the line sigh, then hang up the phone.

"Pfft, Seriously, Kenny? There's definitely nobody attractive at that old place, female or not." Stan remarked, laughing a bit to himself.

"I wonder who they will send, though." Kyle said, thinking out loud to himself.

I shrugged, grinning before plopping onto a separated couch from the two. Glancing out from a paned window nearby, I noticed it was darker now, snow lacing the window sill with the glass fogged up.

Snapping out of my daze, I heard Kyle and Stan laughing to themselves and Kyle stifled out a silly mock of words.

"Drugs- hehe- drugs are bad.." he was interrupted with a small fit of his own laughter, before continuing his impersonation.

"Drugs are bad, mm'kay?"

Stan tipped his head back in a roar of laughter, his neck bending a bit to rest on the top of the couch, earning a chuckle from me.

The pairs giggling fit was interrupted with a doorbell, forcing the two to stifle their childish giggles. I threw myself up from the chair, my mind racing with curiosity as Kyle and Stan leaned over in the couch to glance at the door.

I wonder who they sent?

I thought to myself, reaching the door after what felt like an hour. I swung open the door, blinking at the figure in front of me.

My face fell in dread.

It was Craig Tucker.

Craig's stoic face darkened a bit at the sight of me, making me growl a bit in response, he held out the two boxes of pizza, averting his dark hazel gaze.

Craig? Why did he have to send him, out of all people!? I didn't even know he was a delivery boy!

My thoughts were interrupted by Craig's voice, snapping me out of my daze.