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Your mother sat with some woman in the living room talking while you were in your room. Your family was new to the neighborhood and people had been over all day to welcome you all. But this woman really seemed to click with your mom. They'd been talking for hours.
Your siblings Caleb, Joshua, You and Faith had spent the day unpacking and organizing. The rooms still needed to be organized, but there's always tomorrow. You went downstairs to get something to eat. When you opened the fridge, and there was nothing there, obviously. Out of laziness, you decided to let the hunger sit for a bit longer and take a nap.
When you woke up, hours later, everyone was sleeping and there was still no food. You roamed around the house as you searched for local delivery places on your phone.
*DoorDash it is then*
You decided to get 7-eleven. Nothing better at 2 in the morning than greasy food and a giant Slurpee. You filled in your order, then paid.
"Your door dash will be arriving soon, your driver is Rodrick and his car looks like this *insert Diper van picture*"
*what the fuck is Löded Diper* You thought to yourself.
As you waited for your food, you continued unpacking. First, you put up the lights, next you started playing music. If you were gonna unpack this late, why not have some fun while doing it. Next, posters the smaller ones would take forever, so you focused on the big ones for now. When you were finished, you stepped back for a minute to observe the room. You hated when your room didn't feel right, if it was off it would bug you for days.
You picked up your phone to check the time and realized that your food was delivered. You rushed downstairs in your pajamas then opened the front door expecting to see your food at the door. Instead, in your front door was a tall boy with messy dark brown hair and eyeliner stood in your doorway.
"Did someone order a pizza ?" He said in a seductive yet comical voice.
You froze for a second, not expecting to see someone or for them to say anything.
"You did order this, right ?" He said more seriously this time.
"Yea, but I thought you guys were supposed to just drop off the food and leave."
"I mean we are, but you were taking a while, so I thought maybe you forgot about the order."
"I sorta, did but thanks for this and bye I guess." You took your food from him, then closed the door.
*He was kinda cute* You thought while walking to your room.
As you opened the food to start eating, you saw something fall out and go across the room. You were gonna ignore it, but your mind kept lingering on it.
"Fuck it." You said getting up.
You picked up the card while eating pizza. The card said "Call rodrick heffley for a good time and great music" with a phone number attached. You stared at the card in confusion, then looked at your food.
"My fucking drink. That idiot forgot my drink."
You thought for a minute, unsure if you really wanted to call the possible creep because of a drink. But on the other hand, you did pay for it.
*What if he kidnaps you and sells you to a drug lord*
You decide fuck it and took the chance of calling the number. After you called him, you put on some music that your mom hated, hoping that it would wake her up if you were gonna get taken. A few minutes later the number texted you, saying they were outside, quickly you went downstairs, grabbed a knife from the kitchen then went to open the door.
"Missed me that much, huh"
"No, not really, just forgot my drink, and also I found your card"
"Oh yeah, I try to slip that in orders for pretty girls like you so that they'll call me, and it seems to be working so far" He said then smiled.
*is he flirting with me* You thought to yourself.
You chuckled, then look to the floor.
"You know what, I was gonna throw this in the trash before, but I think maybe later on I will call you"
"Good, then I'll be waiting for that call." He said, handing you your drink while looking you up and down.
*oh, fuck he is definitely flirting* You were caught off guard and dropped the knife
"What was that?" He asked.
"Nothing." You replied quickly.
You grabbed the drink from this hand and stood awkwardly in front of him.
"Bye then." He said then walking away to his van.
"Bye." You shouted, causing him to look back and wave at you.
You closed the door and took a breath, thinking about the conversation. You smiled, breathing out.
*and to think he was gonna murder me, I mean it's not too late, but damn. I hope I didn't just fuck that up*
"Turn that damn music off. People got work in the morning!" Your mom yelled.