Orthography

Domino's Guy

I'm going to take this one a bit more seriously because at three in the morning, I'm just a bit more serious...

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When you come home at the end of the setting of the sun, walking barefooted with cake in your hair, people are out there either taking photos of you or giving you downright rude stares and snickers. That's what it was like for her with her damaged, charcoal strands that she used to be so proud of. It was difficult for her to stand still and take the beating that day, so she would spend the night neither dwelling on the events nor growing angry over them.

So after a bad day, what do people like to do? Well, who knows if it really is the majority, but she goes and orders three boxes of large pizzas; two of them are cheese and one absolutely has to be Hawaiian. She wouldn't settle for anything less. This girl just can't help but get her mind off of her problems through scarfing down two slices at once while she marathons Fast and the Furious. She wasn't thin but she wasn't fat, so she had a sufficient amount of stomach, chest, and thigh room for the junkie food to fit in.

She moved around her apartment's living room, gathering her pillows from the couch, her bedroom, and the closet. With friends frequently over to "study," she kept extra sheets and the like. As she did so, she began the construction of her miniature fort. She couldn't possibly afford a snazzy panic room, living in a cheap apartment in the first place. She found refuge underneath her soft pillows and her blankets, where she felt secure.

Then came the knock at the door just as she inserted the first DVD into the player. She took her time to set up to the main menu, rapidly pressing the forward button on the machine after losing the remote control, passing all of the previews as quickly as possibly. It had taken approximately six minutes, so she prayed that the delivery man was a patient guy.

Turning on the balls of her feet, she stepped towards the door with a wad of cash in one hand while she reached for the doorknob with the other. Tugging the stubborn door open, she faced the boy who was near her five foot five height, maybe half an inch shorter. He held an amazingly cheery face as he greeted her. At least his hair didn't stick out at odd ends or have a birthday dessert stuck in it, so he had reason to be upbeat. He didn't question her grim appearance, frosting and crumbs still clinging to her locks. He didn't even need to ask for entrance as he stepped inside, looking at her set up and setting the pizza boxes down near the structure.

"You're not going to rape me, are you?" Her words were rather empty and held no real concern. It was quite the delayed reaction as well. Had she actually been on her toes, her great grandfather's intricately designed cane would have already been in her hands and she would have hit him down as she phoned the police station. Yet, none of those events unfolded and she was left standing in front of the doorway.

The male pressed his lips together as his toothy grin decreased to a tight line. He shook his head with innocent, honest eyes and said, "The door would already be closed and locked and I would have made you immobile by now. Or maybe trying to..." He acknowledged his scrawny arms before shrugging.

"If it was anywhere else in the world, you would have been pummeled, skinned alive, nailed against a wall, brutally murder-"

Her list came short as the male intervened, "But we aren't anywhere else in the world and you aren't resisting my abrupt entrance so come and eat the damn pizza you ordered while you watch..." He paused to glance at the television, "Fast and the Furious."

It was a strange situation to be caught in indeed. Though she accepted the scene with open arms as she finally shut the door. It was her fault for leading a miserable life, so anything she could get out of the experience with the stranger that could make her time less of a drag would be accepted by her. So together they would adjust the fort to make room for the second person and they would sit beneath those pillows and sheets, watching as explosions singed their pupils. Passionate kisses portrayed on the screen were the awkward moments for the two, but the movie kept them engaged and distracted from creating a "mood."

Then when the boxes were empty and she was slumped on his shoulder by the time they got to the opening of Los Bandoleros, she murmured the words, "You're going to get fired..." Then with a long pause, she adjusted her position to one that was more comfortable and added, "Lock the door when you leave."