My Pizza Guy. (editing)

7 ~ Aftereffects.

"What? Now?" I asked Drea.

"Yes. In the sunroom. Now. " Drea answered, smirking.

Uh oh. Both my brain and heart said in unision. Drea was smirking. I had to be in trouble.

I wanna rip that shitty smile off of your face.... you lousy slug! My conscience bit off.

I sighed. "Fine... coming.."

Drea grinned devilishly and then turned around, leaving my room. Just before she closed the door, she poked her head in and said, "Don't be late." And then she slammed it shut.

Twit. My conscience said.

I made my way to our "sunroom". Yes. I will say this not very often - because I hate saying it - that we, us Krutz peeps.... are rich. Really, very rich.

Our house is one of the costliest in New York, with a great big yard and an awesome location. We have guards at the gates, yes.

And the common question, well... the reason why I answered the door was that we didn't have a butler. My Mom was entirely against it. Plus, it was always safe to answer the door at my place, since the visitor who actually managed to get past the security at the gates, made it till there.

We did have a valet though.

Our house had many rooms. The sunroom was the one at front, having tall windows, letting the sun in. Hence the name. Mom had always been a lover of nature. She mostly kept the curtains drawn, and the windows open.

"Hey, Dad." I said as I entered the room.

He looked up at me and smiled. "Hello starling." Then he resumed his newspaper reading. Even though he'd already watched most of its contents that very morning while having his cup of tea after breakfast. Yes, my lifestyle was more English than it could've been. Mom would get all the credit for it, though. Most of it, at least.

I smiled back. "Miss me?" I asked as I made my way to sit on the couch he had taken the corner of.

He chuckled lightly. "Definitely, yes. I start missing you the moment you're out of my sight."

Well then, wow.

My Dad barely saw me, though. He'd always been busy with work most of my life. And yet, I loves him dearly because he never stopped struggling to keep both work and family going. He tried his best to do justice so yeah, even though I'd wanted to blame him for not letting me have a fatherly time, I never did it.

"Dad..." I rolled my eyes. "It's not missing.... it's just tension."

He raised his brows. "Really?"

I nodded with a wide grin.

"How do you know?" He asked, sipping from his coffee mug.

"Well..." I smiled at my hands that were in my lap. "You're my Dad." I shrugged.

He laughed softly. "Well that's true. But why wouldn't it be 'missing'?" He added, folding the newspaper and tossing it on the coffee table.

I smiled. "Because 'tension' explains it better." I said, quite triumphantly.

"Touché. " he said with a smirk.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. I've got this major contract signed. Our next charity project is in Vietnam." He said, quite happily.

"Oh my God Dad! This is awesome!" I exclaimed as I hugged him. He hugged back.

"So how did prom go?" He asked, smiling at me.