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Me: What in the hell is going on?! That rich kid is a CREEPER. I don’t trust him.

Me: That other kid, the wolfy dude, he’s the one we need to trust.

Me: ZACH

Zach: SHHHH! I’m watching this shitshow unfold!

Me: But I need you.

Zach: Oh, you NEED me, huh? *does that sexy eyebrow thing*

Me: There is literally nothing sexy about “that eyebrow thing”.

Zach: But you knew exactly what I was talking about, didn’t you? Bet you even did it yourself.

Me: Shut up.

Me: Watch the show.

Zach: Pause in one…two…

Me: Why are we pausing?

Zach: Food’s here.

Me: What! Mine isn’t here yet.

Zach: Should have ordered sooner.

Zach: Also, NO, I will NOT wait for you. I like my wings hot, thank you.

Me: You’re mean. You didn’t tell me you were mean.

Zach: And ruin the surprise? Never!

Zach: One…two…

Me: PAUSE!

Athunderous seriesof knocks sounds at the door and I about jump out of my skin. With the show paused, the apartment is silent, making the interruption seem even louder.

“Coming!” I yell to the delivery guy on the other side.

I grab my wallet—still a little peeved about having my cash stolen, yet thankful myrealwallet wasn’t—and pull out enough to cover the bill and a tip.

I swing the door open to find a nervous high school student on the other side.

“D-Deli-uh? Dee-lia?”

I try hard not to laugh. “It’s Delia, like ‘I’ll deal ya the cards.’ But, yes, that’s me.”

“I have a medium order of Thai chili boneless wings with fries.”

“Yep, sounds right.”

“Great.” He pulls them from his thermal delivery bag and hands them over. “Well, here ya go. Have a great night, Deli-uh.”

“Wait! Don’t I need to pay you?”

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