Black jeans- Corbyn Besson

Pizza

       Finally, break time. I walked through the back door and acted surprised once I spotted Tom sitting on one of the two rusty chairs next to the door facing the back street; the usual break-spot. I gasped sarcastically.  "Wow Tom, I didn't expect to see you here." "Haha, very funny Aria." I sat beside Tom sluggishly just how he was, and mimicked his man-spreading. As usual, Tom reeked of weed and sweat during and after breaks. He giggled and took another pull from his now close-to-ending blunt. He glanced at me and lifted it toward me offering some. "Nah, I'm alright Tom." He snickered. "You're literally so boring Aria." "You're literally so fun Tom." I get up and off the chair and clap my hands together. "Come on, let's go kill those last 3 hours." Tom rose from the seat and pumped his fist into the air. "Let's do this Aria!" He yelled while trying to un-squint his eyes.

       We walked back into the shop and Tom made the usual spritzing -perfume motion, which meant he was going to conceal the smells of what he had just inhaled. I gave him the usual nod and the usual "Alright." I sat behind the register and after a few moments, Tom came back. "Sea-horse-mischievous-masterpiece." I choked on my saliva. "Is that what the new one is called?" Tom's perfume scents, much like his 'girlfriends', were switched up every week. Tom kept his straight face. "Yeah." I couldn't hold back my laughter and let it out. Tom also began to giggle and we were soon a giggling mess. The hours went by and a few customers had come in and out. It was now around 5 PM and our shift was over. After a few minutes, Sheila and Max came to take over and do their shifts. Tom and I said hi to them and clocked out. "Bye Sheila; bye Max." They waved to us as we finally left the shop. The shop was super hot during the day but by the time it was the afternoon, Shelia and Max were lucky enough to get the slightly cooler summer breeze.

       Tom and I walked down the block and made a turn. We both lived as neighbors for practically our entire life. Although Tom can be pretty much an ass sometimes- well, most of the time; he can actually be an occasional sweetheart. Tom spoke about how amazing his day was and I would usually tell him how crap mine was, but today I didn't. "My day actually wasn't that bad." Tom raised an eyebrow curiously. "Next time we'll be louder in the backroom then." I punched his arm and heard an "Ow". "Wow that's how you react after I said I had an OKAY day for once?" Tom giggled and grinned. "I'm just joking, A" "No you're not, T." Tom only calls me 'A' when he's straight-up bullshitting; I call him 'T' when I know he's straight-up bullshitting.  We laughed it off and talked some more until we got to my doorstep. We waved good-bye and I walked inside. I ran to one of the kitchen windows because Tom and I would always "double-wave". We waved again and I laughed a bit while walking up to my room.

         My parents are divorced but they're constantly working so I hardly see any of them. In the summertime, they get a 'special pay' if they work, so they obviously chose to work during the summer too. I hopped into the shower and thought about the boy from the shop earlier today. "Corbyn huh?" I giggled to myself, put some pajamas on, and walked back down to the living room. I decided to order some pizza while watching some T.V. After about 40 minutes, I heard my doorbell ring. I ran downstairs because I was starving. I grabbed some money on the way and checked through the peephole of the door to make sure it was the pizza guy first (Be safe kids). Once I recognized the familiar pizza logo on his shirt I opened the door.

       A tall, dark-haired boy stood holding my pizza. "A medium extra-cheesy pizza for uh-" He looked down at the receipt and continued "Aria?" I smiled and spoke up "Yeah that's me." His facial expression eased and he smiled a bit more. "That'll be $13.75" I handed him the money and thanked him while taking the pizza. "Have a good evening Aria." "Have a good evening as well-" I squinted my eyes and leaned in a bit reading his name tag and continued, "Jonah." We both laughed a bit and waved goodbye. As I stepped inside, his phone rang and he quickly picked up. "No Zach, I'm not stopping by Chipotle. You said you'd pay me last time, and where is that? Exactly." I giggled and shook my head while closing the door. Apparently dudes named Zach just love Chipotle.