45 hours

Fixing Boredom with Pizza

I'm bored. I've tried reading, but no books can hold my interest for long enough. I listen to music, but keep jumping between songs because none of them are right. I put makeup on, but even though I look the business, I wash it off. There's nowhere to go tonight anyway, and Allie's the only one I want to party with. No one else understands me like she does.

Falling backwards onto my bed I stare at the ceiling. The glow in the dark star stickers are wonkily placed to look like the signs of the zodiac; a memory from my astrology phase. Allie and I were convinced that the stars ruled our lives, but after a few very failed attempts at living according to what our horoscopes said, we put that behind us and went straight into researching past life theories. We soon lost interest in that, because boys were becoming more interesting, and that made us want to spend less time in our rooms and more time at parties. Groaning I throw my arm over my face. There's only one thing left to do: go and join the dumbasses down by the tv. It's nearly 8 o'clock and if my stomach is beginning to demand food, I know that theirs are too.

"I'm calling for pizza." I raise my voice as I scan the menu. "I'm getting pineapple and chicken. What do you guys..." The menu is yanked from my hand and I'm about to smack my brother over the head, when I see it's Dean, and not Luke. "The fuck dude?"
"I want pepperoni." Luke's voice is half drowned out by the sound of weapon's fire. I lean towards the doorway.
"Oh my god, live a little!" He always orders the same thing. When I turn back to Dean, I catch him glancing at me through the hair that's fallen into his eyes.
He quickly looks down at the menu. "Yeah, chicken sounds good." He hands me the menu back.
Carefully, so we don't touch, I grab it. "Right. I'll get us one of each?" Dean nods. There's a sort of half-smile lurking in the corner of his mouth, but I decide to not investigate that any further. Grabbing the phone I prepare to call our order in. Dean watches me until I raise an eyebrow at him. I don't dial the number until he's safely back with Luke. Mom left food money in the blue jar shaped like a pig. She knows we won't cook and I think she'd rather have us eat pizza all weekend, than clean out the fridge and then binge on ice cream.

I go sit and watch them play wave after wave of cartoonish explosions. The tv Dean brought with him is considerably smaller than our big screen one, and with the game being played online, I really don't understand him lugging his shit to our house.
"No, no, no! Don't just hand it over to them!" Luke is on the edge of his seat, mashing the buttons, eyes focused on the bigger tv.
"Shut up man, twoon4567 plays a mean Demon King." Dean seems crankier than usual and when someone takes him out, having them lose the flag, he slumps back on the sofa and closes his eyes.
Luke thumps his leg. "Dude! You're respawning!" Click, click, click go the buttons. "We still have a chance of winning!" Dean doesn't seem to give a fuck and I don't know why, but I grab his controller.
"Lily, what are you...?" He leans towards me as if to grab his controller back.
"Shut up, Dean." The doorbell rings. I jerk my head in its general direction. "That's the pizza. Money's in the pig." I think he wants to argue, but I raise my eyebrow at him and with a shake of his head he gets up to do as told. It's close, but we manage to take the flag back and win the match. Dean's not returned. I hear him pulling out drawers and opening and closing cupboards in the kitchen. Luke's busy checking loot and since I don't know what Dean wants from the boxes, I leave his screen as it is and dump his controller on the sofa. "Let's eat."
"Yeah, yeah... lemme just..." Shaking my head I go see what the other dumbass is up to.

I don't believe my eyes. He's set the table. There are even napkins neatly folded by the plates and a candle burning in the middle of it all. I had assumed they'd eat their slices in front of the game and I'd sit here by the breakfast counter and shove my face all by my lonesome.
Dean looks up from his phone. "Is he coming?"
It takes a few milliseconds for me to remember how to form words. "Yeah. He... he just wanted to... finish..." I make an awkward hand gesture. Dean seems to understand, he nods and puts the phone back into his pocket. I remind myself that this is Dean the Dumbass Douche.

I'm glad he was alone when he crashed his parents' car two months ago. Had Luke gone with him, I'm not sure I would have had a twin brother to annoy anymore. Dean walked away without much of a scratch. The passenger side of the car on the other hand, had been completely totalled. If I remember correctly, Dean's banished from driving without one of his parents riding shotgun, until after he graduates. But I bet he's driving by himself before the end of next week, that's how bad his parents are at enforcing their rules on him. I'm surprised they kept him grounded, without internet, for the whole two months.

He's waiting for me to make the next move.
"Yeah. What do you want to drink?" I put my head in the fridge to not have to look at him anymore. "There's like coke and uhm, water and uhm, well, I guess that's it."
"Coke's fine." I grab the bottle and then I grab a water too.
"Let's eat!" Luke bursts into the kitchen and I've never been so glad to have my idiot brother break the tension. "Woah! This looks nice!" He high fives Dean, grabs a plate and haphazardly piles pepperoni pizza slices onto it. "Man, I'm starved!" I realise I'm staring at Luke, a bottle in each hand, and I probably look like an idiot. Dean is still leaning on the breakfast counter, like he's waiting for me to move first.

Slowly I make my way around the table, opposite from where he's standing. Putting the bottles down I grab a plate, Dean picks the third plate up as I move towards the pizzas. I wrinkle my nose at the pepperoni, I really don't understand Luke's fascination with it. Two slices of pineapple and chicken pizza disappear as I contemplate Luke's weirdness. They were the slices with the most pineapple. Dean gets a death glare, which he meets with that nearly not there half-smile. After defiling his pineapple and chicken pizza with the same amount of pepperoni, he leaves me by the boxes and joins my twin at the table. I pick out the two slices with the next to most pineapple. I pick off pineapple off a couple other bits too and add to my plate. Then I pick one slice completely clean. Suck on that!

Luke and Dean have nearly polished the bottle of coke off already. Like how the fuck do they do that? Before I get a chance to pour me a glass, Luke takes the bottle and divides the last drops between his glass and Dean's. "You should check your loot, man." He gets up and grabs more pizza. "There's like this skin for Archangel and I think there was something for Gunner as well." I tune them out. Don't get me wrong. I like video games as much as Luke and I play them just as much. But DemonCore. I just don't get the appeal. It's repetitive as fuck and usually full of dickbag tweenies, shouting insults and blaming you for their mistakes.