My Pizza Guy. (editing)

2 ~ Curiosity, A Big Biatch.

**Right. So you guys really are well.... ignorant u.u

Well, most of you are. But hell do I care. u.u

8 votes? Really?

Anyway. I've had this chapter written for like a month and a half. -.-

Seriously, thanks for reading and, for not voting-----> ♧

Yes. A tree. I don't care if you think otherwise. U.U it's a tree.**

"Why are you just standing there?" Drea asked, raising a brow at me. That little drama queen. Urgh.

That was when I shook my head, coming back to reality.

"I uh... umm.." I searched for words but my mind went blank. Yay me.

"At least put the pizza box on the table or something." Drea sighed as she walked towards the sofa.

Wow. Just wow.

So the box was in my hands for like... all that time. Urgh.

I placed the box on the coffee table. Then I went to the kitchen to get plates and, wait.

What was there to drink? I'm sure I heard Drea order Coke on the phone. Hmm..

That's part of the pizza deal, folks. Not much of a mystery.

"Peyton!!!" Drea shouted. She was angry.

"Peyton!!!" Drea shouted again as she entered the kitchen. Why did she shout when she stood just five feet away from me?

That's just little-sis-mentality. I know. It's a bitch.

"Relax. I hear you." I rolled my eyes at her.

"That jerk!" Drea exclaimed, a little less louder.

Excuse me, who? my conscience narrowed her eyes at Drea.

"Who?" I raised a brow.

"That stupid pizza guy.... umm... what was his name.." Drea stared at the ceiling to remember the name.

Say it. You know it. Yes. Say it. Please say it .... I mentally prayed.

"Whatever it was..... he's such a douchebag!" Drea continued.

Urgh. I hate you. You never say what I want you to say! I silently cursed.

"He forgot to give us our Coke!" Drea exclaimed. "I will not touch the pizza until he gets it here." And with that, she stormed out.

I rolled my eyes. Fine. I will have mine anyw--

"Nobody's touching the pizza until there's Coke in the house." Drea said, popping her head from the side of the kitchen door.

"Yeah well, you're a nobody so yeah... you don't get to eat it anyway.." I said, brushing past her, making my way to the lounge. Two can play at a game. Besides, I had my smartass moments too. So, in all confidence, I continued, "I on the other hand--"

Drea ran towards the coffee table on which lay the pizza box. She turned around showing me her butt.

I showed her a lame face.

But when she started to lower her behind on heaven in a box, I couldn't take it.

"Drea what the hell!?" I shouted.