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Isak groaned as he parked his bike in front of the familiar building, picking up the heavy bag holding at least twenty pizzas, and begrudgingly climbed the many flights of stairs to reach the dreaded apartment. The closer he gets, the louder the cliché pop music and sound of conversations get, and he prepares to be greeted by the same shitfaced teenager who does not of have the money ready, causing Isak to have to stand in the doorway and wait for the guy and his friends to throw together the amount needed to pay for the pizzas.
Isak takes one last deep breath before he rings the doorbell to the apartment. After ringing the bell for a solid two minutes, the wooden door swings open to reveal exactly who he was hoping it would not be.
“FINALLY! IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH I..IVER IS IT?” The oh-so-familiar teenager with bright blue eyes hazed over by drunkenness yells over the music.
“I-It’s uh, Isak. It’s literally on my name tag. Your total will be 2580.00 kroner.” Isak says, become more and more annoyed by the second.
“Oh shit! Damn that’s a lot, ok… um.. one minute Ian”
The door is then slammed on Isak as the host scrambles to get the money. Minutes later, Isak is tempted to just leave and pay for the stupid pizzas himself, then all of a sudden, the door swings open, and the guy shoved a handful of crumpled bills in Isak’s direction, a goofy smile plastered on his face and sweat covering his forehead.
“Here ya go! 2580 kroner exactly!” The boy says exactly, much to Isak’s dismay.
“Thanks. Have a nice party.” Isak mumbles, taking the money and setting down some of the pizzas.
“Haha will do!” The teenager slurs as Isak makes his way down the stairs to his bike.
As Isak hops on his bike to go back to the pizza place he works at, he puts the money in the bag, and mutters “Of course. Once again, no fucking tip”.
The rest of the Friday night was uneventful. Isak navigates through Oslo traffic, making way too many stops, from pizza place to house, pizza place to house, until finally his shift is done.
When he gets home, he’s greeted with Eskild’s loud voice, yelling “HELLLOO MY PRECIOUS PIZZA BOY! COME WATCH THIS DOCUMENTARY WITH LINN AND I! IT’S ABOUT PENGUINS!”
“No thanks Eskild. I’m going to bed. Goodnight Linn, Eskild” Isak lazily nods, as he makes his way down the hallway to his room.
Isak takes off his uniform and jeans and throws it into the general direction of his laundry basket, and climbs into his bed, rolling around to get comfortable. But as he lies down in bed, staring at the ceiling waiting to suddenly fall asleep, he can’t stop thinking about the pretty blue eyes and golden hair of the tall boy that never fucking tips.