Michael's Pov.
"Can we order pizza? Pppplllllleeeeeeeaaaasssssseeeeeee?" I begged Calum. It was nearly seven p.m., and I was starving. Even though I ate about an hour ago.
"No."
"Pwetty pppwwweezzee?"
"No."
"Pwetty pweeze with a cherry on top?"
"No." Then, I shot him a glare that read 'go to hell'
"Fine. You can get your pizza. But I'm ordering."
"YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled with excitement.
"So...... what kind do you want?"
"Seriously? Did you seriously just ask me that? I want the usual."
"Oh yeah. Of course." He then dialled the phone and immediately someone answered.
*Conversation on the phone:*
"Chloe? Is that you?" Calum asked on the phone.
"Uh........ yeah. Hey Cal. May I take your order?"
"Chloe, why are you there?"
"Luke and I got a job, and it starts today, at Pizza Hutt. Anyways.......... um......... can I take your order?"
"Oh. Um.... I'd like the usual. Luke knows what I'm talking about. So...... just tell him."
"Uh...... ok." Chloe answered.
"Lucas, Cal and Mikey want the 'usual!'" she said, her voice muffled.
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