My Pizza Guy. (editing)

1 ~ The Pizza Delivery.

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My little sister threw a cushion at me. That was when I finally unplugged my earphones. I turned to face her.

Oh for the love of- my heart was cut in mid sentence as my brain said, If you do acknowledge her existence this one time, you'll get to be over with it soon enough. My conscience patted Brain's back, Good point there. She said.

"What?" I groaned, not taking my eyes off of my PSP as I checked my inventory for more ammo.

I was all out.

Damn it.

"I'm starving!" the little devil of a sister said.

Then die! Conscience mimicked.

"So? Mum and Dad will be here any minute now. They are bringing food home..."

"But Pey--"

"Shut it, D. I'm busy."

I gotta say, I took quite a chance right there. Getting in a row with Andrea Suzanna Krutz wasn't a very good idea. She was a woman encased in the fragile body of a ten year old bitch.

I mean kid. Ten year old kid.

Drea hmphed. She folded her arms and turned her face away. "Yeah right." I knew she rolled her eyes.

Well she didn't say anything back that warned for a fight so I was gucci. You don't get a no-smart-comeback Drea everyday. I shrugged and resumed raiding tombs on my PSP.

And then my phone rang. It was my Mom.

I nose-exhaled. Oh if people would just let me play this stupid game.

My conscience pointed a gun at me.

OK. NOT a stupid game.

She lowered it, then put it in her inner coat pocket.

"Yeah?" I said as I answered the phone.

"Peyton honey, we'll be home late. Sorry, K?" My Mom said.

"What? Mom Drea's starving! So am I!" I spazzed, as the bubble of delicious food bursted in front of my eyes.

Mom had a charity dinner to attend so she took Dad with her. They said they'd bring food home since neither of us kids wanted to go or was hungry at that time.

"That's exactly why I called. You guys order pizza or something, OK?"

"OK, Mom." My voice went low. Sheer disappointment. Tsk tsk tsk...