Chapter 7 - The Pizza FiascoA Chapter by emma“Here we are!” I sang,
pushing the old door open. The entire hallway was
exposed. The living room was on the left, the kitchen on the right. The grand
staircase was at the back of the hallway, a mere twenty meters or so from the
door. Portraits and pictures hung all along the peeling walls, mostly drawn by
my grandmother before she got arthritis. There were two pictures of my grandpa,
one of my mom, one of my dad and one of my mom and dad and me hanging on the
walls in the hall. Every time I saw the family one, something broke a little in
my chest. But I never told grandma to take it down. I stepped into the hallway,
making room for my guests. I shuffled my feet on the deep red welcome mat, and
discarded my shoes. I invited everyone else to do the same. Skye and Chase did
with comfort and ease, but Annabelle did awkwardly, like she knew she didn’t
belong in the setting. “Andrea?” my grandmother
called from the top of the stairs. “And company!” I yelled
back. I heard her timid shuffling
as she hurried down the stairs. She grinned ear to ear when she saw Skye and
Chase. “Skye-girl! Chasey! How
wonderful to see you!” Grandma had acquired nicknames I did not approve of for
my friends. Skye rushed at my grandma,
but slowed down just before she reached her. They bear hugged, and it was very
cute. I was feeling all warm inside as Grandma and Chase hugged pitifully
compared to the way Skye and her had. “And who’s this?” she asked,
eyeing Annabelle. She blushed. “This is Annabelle, Chase’s
girlfriend.” “Oh!” my grandma exclaimed.
“You’re the girl Andrea has been telling me about!” She was lying. I’d never
once told her about Annabelle. I don’t even know if she knew Chase and Skye had
broken up. But she knew how to make someone feel less awkward in a group. And
that’s what she was doing. “Oh.” Annabelle blushed, but
was beaming. “Can they stay over
tonight?” I asked. “Why not? Wendy’s not
staying here tonight. She’s with Phil Dewitt.” I swallowed the hard lump in
my throat. Phil Dewitt was her escape route. She took refuge at his house
whenever it was apparent that she wasn’t welcome at home. I nodded. “Okay. Great.” I turned back to my guests.
“Let’s get this party started.” We ordered pizza, we rented
three movies, we got our jammies on. Well, everyone threw on my pajamas since
they didn’t have their own, but whatever. The four bags of popcorn were popped.
We were all geared up and ready to go, and were just waiting for the pizza to arrive.
We were all curled up in front of the TV in my basement. Annabelle and Chase
were extra close, and Skye was extra pissy. I was extra nervous. The doorbell rang. “Coming!” I shouted up the
stairs as I leapt up. I raced up the stairs to the
door. I yanked it open, a little out of breath, and was greeted by a strangely
familiar face. And I knew who it was even before he spoke, because of the red
welt on his cheek. “Hey, Andrea! Fancy seeing
you here.” Nate winked at me. I was a bit surprised he’d remembered my name. Embarrassed, standing there
in my pajamas, I grabbed the box of pizza in his hands and slammed the door. He
knocked hard the second it closed. “You didn’t pay!” He
screamed. D****t. I mentally kicked myself for
being so dense. I opened the door and shoved a twenty in his hands. They were
still warm. “Keep the change.” “That’s like eight cents.” “What? One pizza can’t cost
nineteen bucks.” “It does when you order
everything on it on one side, the other plain pepperoni, super-sized and
fifteen minute rush.” I was slack-jawed. I looked
like an idiot, and I wasn’t making it any better. I snapped out of it. “Well
sorry, but all I have is a twenty.” “What if the pizza had been
$20.01?” he asked mockingly, raising his eyebrows at me. That’s when I really looked
at him. I’d kind of only skimmed over him until then. I shouldn’t have looked.
He was cute. And I mean cute. His
golden hair fell into his gray eyes, but not so much that he looked stupid. His
smile was dimpled and easy and stretched across his entire face. His cheeks
were pinkish, except for the spot where my hand had wreaked havoc. That was red
and looked tender, like if I touched it softly it would begin bleeding again. And then I noticed I had
been staring without speaking for much too long. “What?” I asked intelligently. He repeated his question. “I would’ve given you a pepperoni
and then slammed the door on you again.” Nate laughed and something
in my stomach churned. I wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad churn. “Well, see you around.” “Bye.” Just as I was about to close
the door, Nate yelled, “By the way, the pizza was really only nine bucks.
Thanks for the giant tip!” I banged my head against the
door, one word echoing in my mind: stupid,
stupid, stupid. © 2011 emmaAuthor's Note
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Added on November 11, 2011Last Updated on November 11, 2011 AuthoremmaCanadaAbouti'm emma and i watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot of books and come talk to me about that i would love to talk with you also: i write things every once and a while more..Writing
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