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Chaper 1

Poor me. I'm 18, living in South Carolina. Though originally from (place) trying to balance two shitty jobs and find a place for my own.

Currently, I'm going to deliver pizza to someone who's been waiting way to long for it.

"(Y/n)!! It's ready! Go go!" Aaron calls me to pick up the pizza.

I get up and take the warm box, and push it into the bag. Pulling the strap securely around the same shoulder and walk towards the car. My sneakers protesting against the slick ice patches almost everywhere.

I slam the door once I got in, and buckled myself in, putting the pizza into the seat next to me.

I roll my window down, it's cold, but for some reason, it calms me down. The car continues its way forward, and I curse at myself.

I wanted to go way faster than I've been going, but, I'm not risking my life for pizza.

A few lights later, I find myself at the destination. I walk up, and look around. I couldn't see much, considering it's getting close to midnight.

I could feel my cheeks get colder by the second. To the point where I couldn't.

I knock onto the door and wait.

This was my last shift, and I was smart to convince Aaron to sign me out when it was time before hand. So I can just go ahead and go home after this.

(Quick an, you own the car you drive, it doesn't have a fancy thingy on top, it's like a local thing or whatever)

A door opens, and I tear my consentration from the car to the person in front of me.

Wow... He's definitely not bad looking.

I put on a smile, and chirp a hello. He's really tall... Well, everyone is compared to me. (Sorry if your really tall or what not)

He smirks slightly and I see another man behind him.

"Hey... How much..." the man turns his attention from my eyes to my little name tag. ",(N/n)?" -if you have one-

"Oh! Um, you asked for a pepperoni pizza, right?" I smile sheepishly at the man.

I notice the other man with a camera.

I blush slightly. Oh Jesus... I really hope that they aren't popular on... wherever they're posting this...

You gave the other man a awkward wave at the camera.

The first man notices.

"Oh! Yeah, a few of my fans suggested I ask for a number to a random pizza delivery person, hah..." he turns toward the camera and scratches the back of his neck.

I giggle quietly and nod.

"Your total for tonight is 1.99 sir," I smile and pull out a sharpie.

I asked if he wanted the receipt. He said no, but I gave it to him anyways, scribbling my number on the back.

"Bye you guys, thanks for ordering at Pizza Kingdom (idk)!"

"You too," the tall man stated and went to close the door shortly after. But you could see him cringe after he said those words right before the door groaned and clicked.

Plan for tonight... I'm going to go to Walgreens, get some (fave snack), and play a shit ton of Overwatch! (Or other game!)

(Sorry if it's short. If there's any spelling mistakes lemme know I'll fix em. I hope this wasn't too cringe worthy.