~TW: domestic abuse~
You sit in your room with your best friend, watching some movie they had picked out. You were so engrossed in the film that when the door bell rang, you both jumped.
"That scared the shit outta me." You say and stand up to go answer the door, fairly certain that it's the pizza guy, the cute one that always flirts with you. He always delivers on the weekends and you just happen to always order on the weekends so you've met multiple times. He's about your age but you wouldn't know. Hell, you don't even know his name but you kind of consider yourselves friends. You open the door and sure enough, there he is.
"Hey." He smiles.
"Hi. Oh my god, I can smell the jalapeño. It's smells amaaazing." You absolutely love the little jalapeño pepper they put in each box of pizza. He laughs a little and you giggle, handing him the $20 bill and him giving you the pizza.
"Keep the change," this was no surprise to him at this point because you always let him keep it.
"Thanks." He shoots you a million dollar smile as he walks away. You just nod and shut the door. You take the box upstairs and put it on the bed next to (Y/F/N).
"What took you so long?" They ask without taking their eyes off the tv and blindly grabbing a slice. You smile to yourself.
"Nothing."
~~~~~~ANOTHER WEEK LATER~~~~~~
"Get the fuck out of my house you fucking asshole!" Your boyfriend, Michael, pushes you roughly aside and storms towards the door.
"Fuck you!" He slams the door.
You stand in silence for a few moments, not knowing what to do. Michael has never been the nicest guy but after he cooled down he was always so apologetic and you always forgave him. You always thought things would get better but they're not. They're actually getting worse. You reach your hand to touch your cheek where it was burning from the contact his hand made with your face a few minutes ago. This was nothing new; but today, for some reason it really made you think.
You sit on the ground quietly sobbing into the sleeves of your hoodie when all of a sudden, there's an knock on the door which makes you jump. You think it's one of three things : Michael coming back to get his stuff, Michael coming back to apologise, or Michael coming back to make sure he shut you up well enough. The person knocks again and anxiety runs through your veins.
"It's Marie's pizza!" A male voice yells through the door. You sigh in relief.
"I forgot he made me order that fucking pizza." You unlock and open the door to reveal a boy in a black tshirt and black jeans, holding a pizza box and a receipt. The boy smiles and hands you the pizza.
"Hey, stranger. Long time, no see." He laughs a little and you smile in return.
"I saw you last Friday, doofus." You hear him giggle as you dig the cash out of your pocket and hand it to him. You look up and he just stares at you for a couple seconds, as if he's waiting for you to say something. You chuckle and roll your eyes.
"You know I don't want change. Get outta here." He winks before turning and walking back to his car.
You watch his long legs stride down the driveway before you shut the door, smiling to yourself. You set the pizza on the counter and go to get a plate from the cabinet. You pick up a slice and start to put it on the plate when you realise that you're not gonna want to come back down for more so you just take the whole box up to your room and never come out the rest of the night.
