Pizza Delivery

"Yeah, and hold the pineapples," I said into the phone, smile playing at my lips.

"Alright, and...wait, isn't that just a regular ham pizza, miss?" asked the husky, masculine voice on the other end.

"Lily," I corrected him with a small grin, knowing he couldn't see me. "And anyway, the costumer is always right," I informed him, my soft blue eyes lit up mischievously. "So a large Hawaiian pizza without any pineapple, please." I could basically sense his eye-roll on the other end. I wasn't really sure why I was putting so much emphasis on this, although I knew that I wouldn't stand for a pizza with pineapple on it. Fruit + pizza = ew! Some things just aren't meant to go together, you know?

"Whatever you say..." he told me, sarcasm clear in his voice. It was silent for a few seconds before he added, "That'll be $21.30, and it should take around 20-30 minutes."

"Okay," I said with a smile, nodding even though he couldn't see me. "I'll see you soon."

~25 minutes later~

I jumped up, hearing a loud knock at my front door. Thank god I was home alone today; it meant my sleepover could go ahead smoothly. In around an hour from now, my two closest friends Amelia and Maddison would be coming over. We all share a deep and passionate love for pizza, so it's basically tradition for us to always order it whenever we have each other over.

I opened the door to a boy so gorgeous I could feel blood rushing into my face forcefully. With the appearance of a 17-year-old (about a year older than me), he was around three inches taller than me, and had skin the colour of hot chocolate that was perfectly muscled and toned. His tousled locks were a brown that was almost as dark as the night around us. He had soft, light lips that looked oh-so kissable, high cheek bones which suggested some German heritage, and the most beautiful greeny-brown eyes I'd ever seen. 

Looking at his eyes, I realised I'd been staring, and nearly jumped out of my skin. However, I didn't seem to be the only one. The delivery boy - Michael, his name tag read - was eyeing me head to toe, corner of his lip lifted in a smirk. Gazing at his lips, I realised I wanted nothing more than for them to be on me.

Remembering what he was supposed to be doing, Michael cleared his throat and said, "Um, Hawaiian pizza without pineapple, right?" When he said that in the voice I'd heard on the phone, my face flared an even darker crimson than it had previously been, and I felt like the biggest moron for having made such a big deal about the friggin' pineapple.

"Y-Yeah," I told him, forcing out a little laugh. "That's it."

"Alright, well that's a total of-"

"$21.30," I interjected on accident, before slapping a sleeve-covered hand over my mouth. "U-Um, sorry! I'll go get it, one second," I told him and, as I closed the front door again, I caught sight of the cockiest smirk I'd ever had the fortune of laying eyes upon.

I put a hand on my face, inhaling deeply. 'C'mon, Lily!' I told myself silently, eyes closed. 'Pull yourself together here! Just because he's insanely attractive, doesn't mean you can just get so... gooey over him!'

With that, I straightened up and headed to the kitchen to get the money.

When I opened the door, I found Michael leaning against one of the brick posts that held my house up, right arm on the surface and left arm holding my pizza. Upon seeing I had returned, the cocky smile he had been sporting earlier appeared almost naturally.

"Uh, here it is," I said, holding it out to him. At this, he straightened himself up and took my money in his right hand, mouth still in a grin.

"Thanks...Lily?" Michael asked as he handed me my pizza, titling his head to the side slightly. I nodded in confirmation. "Well, cool. Bye, Lily."