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The week went by relatively quickly.
Luckily, there were no popups from Jimin and his infamous gang or threats from Jungkook and his mini clique too. I spent a majority of the week already buried in assignments and avoiding my mother, who I hadn't even seen in a few days.
She left me a note on Wednesday saying she was taking a small holiday vacation away from home and would be back whenever she felt like coming back. I wonder if she ever thought about the money she is wasting on her vacations. We literally have bills to pay.
She also left a fifty dollar bill with a lipstick stain smudged on top of the wrinkly paper and wrote on another piece of paper: Groceries + takeout. I'm used to being home alone all the time so it's doesn't even bother me on how quiet the place is when she and I weren't arguing and I was all alone.
In fact, I was grateful.
Nevertheless though, it was a Friday night and I was sitting on a stool behind the counter of the pizza palace, on my phone, trying somehow to busy myself. Business was slow tonight, which was fucking unusual so, many of employees went home early including Soy who said she had a huge history exam to study for.
Yoongi swung by to pick her so they could study together and Joon was nowhere to be found and not answering her phone so it was jus another shitty, long night. It was 9:45 now and we closed at 10:30, so that gave me hope to stick this shit out a few more minutes more. My motivation was obviously netflix and my bed.
I was doing well for myself so far.
I put my phone down on the counter and rub my eyes. I'm so bored and tired. I yawn and move to take off my pizza hat from my head. I toss it down onto the countertop and drop my head on top of it. I think I need a nap or maybe a full year long hibernation cause god knows I can't do this shit anymore.
Just as I close my eyes and sink into the euphoria of sleep, the phone rings. I groan and sit up and looking around the desk. I spot my personal phone which is lighting up and then the pizza palace's phone which is ringing next to it.
"And I thought I could have an easy night." I mumble angrily and pick up the pizza palace's phone first.
"Pizza Palace, the place where pizza is good to the last slice!" I fake my enthusiasm, "How may I help you ton--"
I cut myself purposely off when I hear cheering and whoops from the other line. It doesn't sound like a party but it definitely seems like there is more than a few people there. Fucking christ, I hate social gatherings.
"Yo," Some male voice speaks into the line. Something clatters on the other side of the phone and I hear the pace of running footsteps, "Can I get two large pizzas, one pineapple and another pepperoni."
