My Pizza Guy. (editing)

3 ~ The Name.

"Shut up already." I said irritably to Drea as we sat in the bus.

That little thing was blabbing about some awkward bull she faced that morning.

"Oh my gosh! There was this big spider on the bathroom floor!" my conscience mimicked my sister and puffed.

Seriously Drea? I mean it was smaller than your finger tip. 'Big' eh? Urgh.

Me, my conscience, my brain and my heart glared at Drea. That little pain in the--

"What?" Drea said with that look on her face again. And when I say 'that look', just know that it ain't pretty when it's 'that look'. She did this thing to her face.... her lips all dropping to a side, her eyebrows all raised and her eyes... big buttons... with one flickering a little, showing the height of her annoyance.

And I know it's bad to think like this. .. but seeing her ugly face come out because of me makes me happy. Teheheheee.

I exhaled. "What what?"

"Why are you staring at me?" Drea asked, annoyed as hell.

"Because I can." I said, making a lame face at her.

"Yeah well kiss my butt then... since you can do that as well." Drea said as she rolled her eyes at me.

Lemme at her! Lemme at her!!! my conscience growled as my heart and my brain kept pulling her arms to stop her.

"Well I can make you cry too." I warned her with a glare.

"Ditto." Drea smirked.

This little tadpole has a hell of a memory. my conscience bit off. You made a BIG mistake back then, Pey.

Sure I did. I was 12 when Drea made me cry. It was when she ripped my The Rock poster in half since I refused to play with her.

Plus that was the time when I seriously started to loathe my little sister. Ask me when I'd played with her after that incident and my answer will be a straight away "Never."

Maybe because she never thought of asking you to. My heart mumbled. Or maybe because she thought her friends were a better option. My brain added. Or simply because she thought of you as a big sissy who cried in front of the enemy... my conscience said bluntly.

"I was only 12 when that happened!" I whispered.

"And I was only 5." Drea made a lame face.

Man, do I wanna meet her inner woman. my conscience said. could be a guy... my heart elbowed my conscience in the ribs. My brain just rolled its eyes.

The bus stopped at a school first, so some peeps jumped out. That left more seats empty.

Obviously, Drea had to avail that opportunity and so, she switched her seat. She sat three seats ahead.