Camila/you Imagines

Pizza

Camila's POV

It's another girls night. But my other three best friends couldn't make it, so it's just me and Dinah hanging out.

"Hey chancho! I'm gonna go order pizza!" Dinah shouted from the couch.

I walk in the living room then plop down next to my best friend. "Alright."

Dinah dialed the pizza place number. Putting the phone in speakers.

"This is Pizza 101 what's your order?" A husky smooth voice said, a girl.

"Hey, I'll get one Hawaiian pizza and one meat pizza." Dinah said checking her nails at the same time.

"Alright, one Hawaiian and meat pizza can you wait for 15 minutes? Because-" Dinah rudely interrupted.

"Yes we can wait," I look at her in disbelief. "What?" She mouthed.

"Uh alright,"

"Wait hold up. Before you go I have special instructions," Dinah said grinning.

"Uh okay go on," the voice said.

"Send your cutest delivery boy." Dinah said smirking at me, I rolled my eyes at that. This girl.

"Uhm ma'am, when you stop me earlier I was going to said that if you can wait 15 minutes because we're actually about to close, my grandparents already told our workers to go home and I'm the only one free to go delivered is it okay if I come?" The person asked. I smiled such a cutie.

Dinah looks sad but then grin.

"It's okay." Dinah replied looking over to me then smirked. She said our address then raised her eyebrows at me still smirking.  That smirk, I'm gonna slap it out her face in the future.

"Okay have a good night," the person said then the line went out.

I looked at the girl beside me.

"What? This is what I do every time I order pizza, and tonight you are gonna meet the granddaughter of the pizza 101 owner. That old man have a picture of himself on that pizza place and I'm telling you, he's so hot." Dinah said grinning from ear to ear.

"Stop smiling like that it's creeping me out, and why am I gonna meet that person? You're the one who orders you're the one who's getting it." I said rolling my eyes.

"Oh come on chancho! Stop being a Granny!" Dinah said smirking.

"I am not a Granny!" I protested.

"Yes you are a granny, you never have your first kiss yet, you never wear shirt's unless it's baggy, and I'm pretty sure you have granny panties." Dinah raised her eyebrows.

"Firstly I am not a granny, secondly I'm waiting for the right person, thirdly I wear t-shirt's that is fit, fourthly I don't wear granny panties! Go check my drawer!" I exclaimed causing Dinah to smirked more.

Oh no, wrong move.

Dinah stands up before darting up the stairs.

"Dinah! You piece of shit!" I shouted running after the tall girl, but with her long stride she got to my room first. When I reached my room she's already digging through my underwear drawer.

She pulled out a white granny panties.

"Not granny huh?" She asked smirking at me.

"I don't use it anymore! That's my underwear like...3 years ago!" Actually I still used it, on my period. It feels amazing don't judge me.

"Oh well if you're not a granny, here's some money, go open the door for the pizza girl and get her number." Dinah said wiggling her eyebrows at me.