My Pizza Guy. (editing)

8 ~ Breathless.

**Haaai!!! ^-^

I know I know.... >_> I didn't update in midweek. :p I was busy, okay? Okay. U_U

So this chapter is gonna be.....dramatic.  :D at least I've tried to make it dramatic.  Tehehehee. Hope yeh like it. ^-^

BUT YEH GOTTA VOTE NONETHELESS. U_U

anycraze.... enjoy! ^-^ **

"You may tear this tower apart, brick by brick... but without my help, you will never find your precious satchel." Rapunzel said.

Eugene just stared at her, his eyes all big and shiny.

I was grinning like a goof. The Smiler pasted across my face.

And then the TV turned off.

"What the--" I broke off when Drea cut in.

"Of all the movies that there could be..." she shook her head.

I stood up. "Give me back the remote, D." I clipped. There was no cupcake way that Drea could simply walk in and stop me from watching Tangled. None.

"Oh? What if I don't? " she teased, raising her brows and tilting to her right.

I pursed my lips. "Then you'll regret not doing it." I said through gritted teeth.

She smiled. "Well.... I don't know if I'll regret stuff... but delaying this chance would become one of your regrets." She winked and turned to leave.

Throw the vase at her back. Please. My conscience said.

I sighed. "What is it, Drea?" I asked boringly. I knew this attitude of hers. It's remarkable how she traps me every time... using curiosity as her weapon.

She turned around with a pout, as if she were a model. "Why should I tell you?"

"Because it obviously concerns me..." I showed her a lame face.

She rolled her eyes. "Okay. Woody's on hold." She smirked.

What? My conscience said.

What? My brain said.

What? my heart said.

"What?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Great. 'What' overdose again. Tehehee.

"He's on the phone in the sunroom." She said. Then she smiled evilly. "Or was."

"What the hell?! Why didn't you say so before!" I shouted as I doubled up to the sunroom.

"Well I was about to say so!" She shouted back, laughing as she said it.

"Hello?!" I almost screamed in the receiver.

Beep beep beep beep....

I slammed the receiver down, cursing under my breath.

I ran to my room and unlocked my cellphone.

16 Missed Calls. It said.

I gaped at it for five whole seconds, my heart beating wild and all. I saw who was the caller and froze to see who.

Nick ♥.

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"C'mon.... c'mon.." I repeated. "...pick up dude.."

"Hello?" Answered a voice that I'd heard before but it wasn't Nick's. You see, we've been talking on phone for three nights in a row. Blush blush... teheheheheeeeee. So obviously, I know when it's Nick. Starting with; the 'hello'. Nick never says hello. It's always a 'hey beautiful' or a 'ciao bella'. It means greetings beautiful in Italian. Seriously, Nick isn't even Italian. Neither am I.