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Post by kryss on Dec 23, 2014 7:22:51 GMT -6
Skylar lay on the couch, her feet kicked up over the back, one arm hanging off the side, staring at the TV in boredom. She loved her dad so much, and he had been soooooooo nice to give her this amazing apartment, but she felt like she had nothing to dooooooo. She had watched more than enough TV to last a lifetime, she had already gone shopping today, and she had gotten turned down for another role. It wasn't even a big role! It was for a stupid no-named extra who gets killed off not even halfway through the movie. So dumb. She kicked one leg, pretending she was kicking the stupid casting director's chair out from under him.
Her stomach rumbled loudly, and she wondered if that might be part of the problem. Nothing helped her mood like a good meal! She rolled over and tapped her computer, pulling it out of sleep mode. She considered a few of her favorite placed, but she'd had Mexican two days ago and still had Chinese leftovers in the fridge, and she definitely didn't feel like actually going out. Sounded like pizza was just the ticket!
She navigated to her favorite site and began putting in her order. One medium (it was actually pretty good reheated), canadian bacon (it's just HAM), and olives (the Greeks knew what they were doing, alright?), and of course, extra cheese (never enough.) She hovered over the "special requests" box as she was wrapping it all up, thinking. In the past she'd had them draw cute faces on the box, write jokes, and once they actually delivered her order in rhyme. She loved how willing this pizza place was to cater to the customer, and what good sports all their delivery boys were. She pondered for a while longer before grinning. Simple, but it would definitely brighten her day.
"Send the cutest delivery boy you have."
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Post by ashestoApples on Dec 23, 2014 7:31:26 GMT -6
Conrad had been right in the middle of taking an order when he heard laughter from the office. He was curious as to what was happening, but he was also trying to get a promotion or a raise or something and being as friendly as possible to everyone coming inside and being eager to do whatever was asked of him was probably his ticket to that. Luisa deserved an education that he'd have to work hard to give her, frankly. But it was worth it. And California wasn't bad. Reminded him a bit of the town he was born in back in Puerto Rico.
He finished taking the lady's order and she sat down to wait, pulling out her iPhone while she did, probably to pretend like she was a busy person while he made her pizza. As much as he wanted to know what the people in the office were laughing at, he was being watched through the blinds and he needed to be working.
After he'd finished putting on the requested toppings and popping it on the rack that rotated through the oven, he looked around for something else to do, only to get held back by his shoulder.
"Wh--"
"Stedman, you're up." One of his managers shoved a delivery bag and the keys to one of the mopeds into his hands with a smirk.
"What? I wasn't on delivery today!"
"Well, you are now. Get cracking. The address is on the top of the box. If it's not there in 15 minutes it's coming out of your paycheck!"
Conrad tried not to complain as he made his way toward the door with a sigh, but he still heard people laughing in the office. Was this some kind of sick joke? He hated delivery, and they knew that!
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After making his way through awful traffic and finally giving up to climb half-way up a building, he rang the doorbell, trying to look as bright and cheery as possible. Just because he'd climbed up a building and jumped a rooftop on his way didn't mean he wasn't happy about delivering this Canadian bacon and olive pizza (weird, but whatever) to this cheese lover.
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Post by kryss on Dec 23, 2014 7:45:21 GMT -6
Skylar heard the doorbell ring and a "whoop!" escaped her as she flipped awkwardly off the couch.
"Ouch." She righted herself, wincing and holding her elbow. She stretched it out and brushed down her denim capris, her hands gliding over the embroidered rose. Roses were in, apparently. Whatever. She pulled her white lace-overlay tank top back into its correct position and finally got to the door, grabbing her wallet off the counter. She opened the door and took in the boy they'd sent, and she couldn't help but grin.
His complexion was dark, but not overly so. His cheeks seemed round to the point where she just knew he had dimples hiding away in there, maybe ones that would reveal themselves when he was doing a real, not-customer-service smile. He had a little mole on his cheek that just seemed to shout "Hey! look over here! Wouldn't I be fun to kiss?" And his eyes. She had never seen bigger eyes in all of her life.
And he was carrying pizza. That was always a big plus for guys in her book.
"Nice," she said, giving him a small nod. She felt like he should look more smug, having one the "cutest delivery boy" award, but she kind of liked it that he didn't. "How much do I owe you?" she asked, opening up her faux-leather purple wallet, finger resting just beneath the music notes on the front.
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Post by ashestoApples on Dec 23, 2014 8:08:55 GMT -6
"Hey! Oh, uh," he looked down at the receipt, eyes almost automatically going to the price, but finding the... special request just beforehand.
Send the cutest delivery boy you have.
Oh.
Oh.
"Uh-... uh... um," he suddenly started going red. "I-it's uh, $13.88," he said after a second, taking the pizza box out of the bag it was closed in. He tried to say something, anything else, but he couldn't help but think about the guys laughing in the office back at work. HE BET THEY THOUGHT THIS WAS REEEEEAL FUNNY.
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Post by kryss on Dec 23, 2014 9:16:20 GMT -6
She grinned wider as he got flustered. Was he seriously not used to being checked out? She hoped she wasn't making him uncomfortable in a bad way, but that was so cute! And unlikely. The guy was adorable. She pulled out a twenty and offered it over, sliding it over the top of the pizza box.
"Thanks,~" she said, somehow managing to add a tilde to the end of her speech, " you can keep the change, ...?" she kept her fingers on the bill, trying to trail her voice off in the way that indicated she wanted his name.
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Post by ashestoApples on Dec 23, 2014 9:24:28 GMT -6
That... that was a pretty generous tip. Much more generous than he normally got, anyway. While he did tend to get a few dollars here and there he never got the better part of $10 at one house usually.
"Er, Conrad," he said after a minute. "Thank you! I really appreciate it. Enjoy, Miss-uh-" he had to check the receipt again, "Skylar. That's a cool name. Anyway. Yeah. Uh." He lingered for a minute before edging his way back to the railing with the empty pizza bag over his shoulder. "Bye!"
He probably shouldn't have made his way over the railing and landed on the next one while she was still at the door, but whatever. When he was at the next floor down, he inched his way over to the end of the apartment building and jumped onto an adjacent roof- the building his moped was parked in front of- and jumped off. He was careful to do a somersault at the bottom (he'd learned from a lot of practice that landing on your feet could and most likely would hurt) so he could make it to the moped in one piece.
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Post by kryss on Dec 23, 2014 9:31:07 GMT -6
Skylar watched him with delighted surprise as he straight up parkour-ed his way down the hallway. Cute and talented. Very interesting.
Roughly two weeks later Skylar lay listlessly on her bed, flipping through websites at a speed that would have gotten her an ADHD diagnosis completely on its own. She glanced at the clock, surprised. She'd forgotten dinner again. Something quick and fast... pizza would be good!
She grinned as she ordered. She knew exactly what she was specially request.
She wondered if they would send the same guy as last time, or if he'd been dethroned. She felt a twinge of guilt. She couldn't remember his name.
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Post by ashestoApples on Dec 23, 2014 9:38:17 GMT -6
"Steeeedman! You're up!"
Well, that sounded familiar. He sighed. "Where is it," he asked in a monotone voice as he picked up the bag and keys.
"You'll see," he said with a laugh. Conrad tried not to roll his eyes as he made his way out the door. He picked off the receipt to find the address. He'd been to the residence before, that was no problem. Something about the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember why. Cutest delivery boy. Wait a second.
Alright, surely it wasn't that same girl.
He swung his leg over the moped, made sure the pizza was secure and took off out of the parking lot and onto the busy LA streets, trying not to get too mad at every stupid driver on the road. At one point he had to get on the sidewalk just because he was afraid for his life.
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He managed to make it into the parking lot in front of the actual apartment complex this time, but according to the time on the receipt he only had about three minutes to make it up to the seventh floor. Lovely. Suddenly alert, he looked both ways for way up the building more quickly than an elevator. Spotting a flagpole, he shimmied up it part way to make it to a ledge and alternated edging around on railings and climbing up posts to get to the floor. By the time he'd knocked, it was at exactly the thirty minute mark, bordering on minute thirty-one. He prayed they wouldn't notice.
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Post by kryss on Dec 24, 2014 3:04:44 GMT -6
Skylar: She scuttled over to the door, hiking up the collar of her pajama top as it tried to slip off her shoulder. Being sure to grab her music note decked wallet again, she opened the door and grinned widely.
"It's good to see you haven't been usurped!" she joked, fishing another twenty out. "So do you just work there all the time, or did you feel it was a matter of honor to come to defend your right to be the cutest boy?"
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Post by ashestoApples on Dec 24, 2014 3:09:14 GMT -6
Conrad COULD NOT EVEN BELIEVE IT. Well, he sort of could, but. Man. What was with this girl??
"I tend to work a lot yes," he said as he fished for the receipt again. He found it after a minute and remembered the total from last time as he looked at it- noticing it was in fact the same total.
"$12.88," he said. "You'd probably be surprised to know that we rarely receive the 'cutest delivery boy' request." It wasn't ENTIRELY true, but it was true that they definitely didn't receive it even once a week. Maybe twice a month.
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Post by kryss on Dec 24, 2014 3:43:51 GMT -6
Skylar: "They're definitely missing out, then. Maybe I'll have to spread the word. We can't have something like you go undiscovered! You could probably launch like, at least fifty ships if you wanted to." She handed the twenty over to him again, tucked between two fingers. "Keep the change," she said with a wink.
"Are you going to be working again soon?"
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Post by ashestoApples on Dec 24, 2014 3:59:40 GMT -6
Conrad tried SO HARD not to roll his eyes. He really didn't get it- he honestly didn't see himself as any cuter than anyone else. Not any cuter than this chick, for instance. She was pretty cute- and her eyes. Wow. He felt like he was looking straight into crystal clear waters from back home.
"Oh, uh," he took the twenty- feeling an odd sense of de ja vu. "Thank you. Really." He smiled crookedly at her as he pocketed the bill, revealing one of his dimples in the process.
"Well, I work a lot. So it's a safe bet that I'm there everyday. I don't usually work Thursdays and half the time I don't work Mondays, but there are even exceptions to that." Why was he rambling on about his schedule?
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Post by kryss on Dec 24, 2014 4:02:40 GMT -6
"Good to know," she said, grinning. She leaned against the door frame, leaving it up to him if he wanted to stay, or if he wanted to... carry on the conversation. She didn't want to get him in trouble, but he was funny and cute and she definitely wouldn't mind talking to him some more.
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Post by ashestoApples on Dec 24, 2014 4:09:44 GMT -6
Conrad glanced at his watch. As much as he would have liked to stay for a few more minutes, he was already running behind and would probably have to drive his moped in a back alley to make it back on time.
"I actually have to go. Enjoy your food!" he called behind him as he took his usual route out of the apartment complex by edging along rails and jumping a roof.
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Post by kryss on Dec 29, 2014 2:29:52 GMT -6
Skylar: She held out until Friday before she ordered more from the pizza place. She had only finished off the last pizza she'd ordered the day before, so she felt guilty getting more. Instead she ordered chicken wings and breadsticks. The special request was simple - extra honey barbecue sauce, and the cutest delivery boy they had.
Just before he got there, she refreshed her makeup, and she didn't even feel the slightest bit ashamed about it.
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