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t.y - pizza

𝚢/𝚗'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟

it was a rainy saturday on our town as i binge-watched netflix and ate ice cream. 

tyler was at work at the nearby pizzeria, as a delivery boy while i finished my studies online, due to the pandemic and stuff.

as i watched the 100, i suddenly craved for pizza, so i ordered online.

a few minutes later, my order arrived.

as i opened the door, i was shocked to see tyler in wet full protective equipment, and my pizza.

" pizza delivery for my y/n" tyler said smiling but i can see from his eyes that he was shivering from the cold.

" tyler! my gosh, you're freezing! are you okay?" i said as i removed his protective equipment, revealing a frizzy-haired tyler with sweat soaked clothes.

" tyler i told you not to overwork yourself!" i scolded him as he looked at me with puppy eyes as i wrap a towel around him.

" sorry, y/n." he hung his head.

" you should be. now you're gonna take a week off your work and rest okay?" i said as he drank water.

" b-but-"

"no buts" i said as i grabbed the pizza and ate it.

" want some?" i said, handing him a piece.

" s-sure" he said as he took the pizza and gobbled it down.

" how are we gonna pay for this?" i asked.

" eh, when i get back to work" tyler chuckled as he kissed my forehead.

𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 :'(