After Dmitry left, or more like got kicked out (by Gang Guy, duh) I had nothing to do but to kick back, relax, and watch some good old cartoons. The highlight of my day was stealing a sandwich that Gang Guy had made and stuffing it into my face so quickly that he had to make another one. He called me lazy and onion breath for the rest of the day but it was worth it to steal something from him AND to not have to make my own lunch for once.
Right now it was 8 PM and I was crunching on potato chips as loudly as I could humanly manage because I knew that Gang Guy was in the office, which just so happened to be one thin wall away from where I was watching The Powerpuff Girls.
He had yelled at me twice for disturbing his 'valuable' work, but the way I see it, nothing he was doing was valuable to me so I quite frankly don't give a damn.
As I hadn't heard Gang Guy's sweet yell in a good fifthteen minutes, I grabbed the remote and clicked the volume up five notches. About thirty seconds later I was treated to the sweet, sweet sound of victory, or as normal people would call it, the prolonged yell of a disgruntled young adult male, tired of having his ears raped by the sound of three superpowered sisters saving Townsville and the world from evildoers.
About thirty more seconds later, said male (subsequently referred to as Gang Guy) stormed out of his office, which he proclaimed, not five hours ago, was his fortress of solitude. Violently grabbing the remote he pressed the power button, effectively turning off the TV and ending my Powerpuff Girls marathon.
"Hey!" I protested. "I was watching that."
"Not anymore you aren't. Go do something productive and stop annoying me." He told me as he headed back into the office, this time with the remote.
"You're enabling the patriarchy." I yelled at his retreating back, prepared to give him hell for the foreseeable future as I now had no show to distract me from his annoying presence.
"Good!" He yelled right back, closing the office door.
Oh no no no. I plan to give him hell every second of everyday that we had to spend together and if this dumbass thinks he can keep me away with a closed door, he has another think coming.
I burst into the office, prepared to wage war. Instead I am greeted with the very tired face of what I can only describe as a defeated man.
"Can't you play, I don't know, Minecraft or something and not annoy me? I'm trying to work." Gang Guy groaned, obviously not thrilled with my presence in his 'Fortress of Solitude'.
"First off, Minecraft costs money, and I'm a broke college student. The only way I'm going to get Minecraft is if I torrent it or something. Second, my phone died, like three hours ago, that's why I was watching TV instead." I responded
Groaning Gang Guy held out his arm. In his hand he was holding his phone, very loosely outstretched to me.
"Go ahead, take it. I promise that it isn't a bomb or anything. The passcode is 8354. I have Minecraft downloaded as well as Angry Birds, and some other games as well." I must have looked eager because at this point Gang Guy looked up and hastily tacked a deal on at the end of his speech. "Now if I give this to you, do you promise not to bother me for the rest of the week?"
"Deal!" I yelled and took the phone as fast as I possibly could before rushing out of the room with my spoils. The phone was still on ninety percent battery, which meant that I could play it for hours before having to charge it. Perfect.
After about thirty minutes of playing with the phone I am already bored. I couldn't figure out Minecraft pocket edition for the life of me, and it turns out that I'm pretty bad at every other game that I play.
I roll over on my bed contemplating my meager existence when Gang Guy's phone rings. Immediately forgetting the death threat experience from before I pick up the phone and shout "HELLO!" into it as loud as I can.
"Hello..." The person on the other line says in a light Irish accent. "Am I speaking to Nicolas?"
Gotta think fast. I don't want them to think that I am just stealing his phone or something. "Uh... no. This is his... uh..." I racked my brain for an explanation. "Girlfriend?" I practically retched. I didn't want to be his anything, let alone girlfriend. I can't believe I just told this stranger that Gang Guy and I were dating.
"Oh, hello Miss. We were just informed that Nicolas has won a complimentary pizza for his excellent patronship of our establishment, valid only for tonight. What kind of pizza would you like to order and where would you like it delivered?"
Wow, what a stroke of luck! A whole pizza? That I could keep for myself if I don't tell Nicolas about it? This is great!
"Uh yeah... let me get a large pepperoni pizza with stuffed crust and lots of extra cheese."
"Yes, mam, right away mam. And your address?"
"7382 Mockingbird Lane, it's a huge mansion, you can't miss it."
"Okay, we will be there in 15 minutes."
"Alright thank you so much, bye."
"Bye." Click.
Pizza in 15 minutes, what a dream come true.
Word Count: 938 Words
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Do any of y'all actually read author's notes? Sound off in the comments. I know I really don't, but you guys are probably different. Anyway I don't feel like having a creative or long AN today so just like tell me something thats going on in your life in the comments, idk.
-3AMmayhem
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