A Pittsburgh Penguins Love Story

A Pittsburgh Penguins Love Story 10

--After getting home from Sid's house--

"One large pizza," I rolled my eyes and laughed. He would order a large for just the two of us. Sid continued on the phone, "Half chicken, half with extra cheese," he paused, "and an order of hot wings," another pause, "delivery." He continued giving them my address while I searchednetflixfor a movie we would both want to watch. I had learned the hard way to never let Sid anywhere near the remote or there's a good chance you'll have a seizure at the speed he flips through the channels. I didn't hear him hang up so I jumped when he sat back down. "You know, you're a very jumpy person."

"I think it has something to do with your face," I rebutted.

"Tells a lot about our relationship if you think my face is ugly," he raised his eyebrow at me. "You're just in it for the money right?"

I laughed at his accusation, "That's totally it. I mean why else would I stay with someone so perfect. I'd either have to be crazy or determined."

"I'm not perfect," he said sitting back and wrapping his arms around me.

I turned to look at his face. "I beg to differ," I stated quite casually. He just pursed his lips and looked at the TV. I made him look back into my eyes and couldn't help but smile at what I saw there. Yep, definitely perfect. I turned my head and buried my face in his chest watching TV. He chuckled. We sat there cuddling and watching TV until the doorbell rang and made me jump.

"Does this have to do with the pizza guy's face?"

"Nope, still yours."

I answered the door, careful to not let Sidney in the delivery guys line of vision. We were careful when we got delivery. We didn't really want media showing up at my door because they heard Sid was here. I payed and brought the pizza inside sitting it down in front of Sid. I went into the kitchen, and grabbed some plates and drinks. I brought those back to the living room.

"Just couldn't wait for a plate could ya?" I said to a rebellious Sidney, who was eating pizza on my nice light tan couch without a plate. He had taken a big bite only to realize it was really hot. I laughed at him and opened the wings, automatically getting annoyed at the fact that I always get more legs than wings because the universe knows I like the wings better.

"The universe really does hate you doesn't it," Sidney mocked me. Why do I tell him my theories?

"Yes, yes it does," I pouted.

"For now on I'll specify wings when I say wings," he continued to laugh, forgetting how hot the pizza was and taking another big bite. I began to laugh at the face he made. We continued to eat our pizza and wings, making fun of each other.

"You got a littlesomethin," Sidney said and licked my face. "Never mind, I got it," he smirked, as I wiped the spit on my face.

"You did not just do that," I said, while he picked up the remaining pizza and started carrying it to the kitchen.

"Oh, didn't I?"

I picked up the plates and empty wing container and carried them to the kitchen, "You're really going to regret that."

"Am I," he cocked his eyebrow, and continued putting the pizza in a baggy and into the fridge.

"Yes you really are," I threatened, putting the plates in the dishwasher.

He started back to the living room, "You're not very scary."

I went into the living room and saw him spread out on the couch. I went over and plopped down directly in the one spot that he would not enjoy. Then I got up as Sid grabbed himself and almost rolled off the couch in pain. I laughed, he totally deserved that. After a couple minutes he seemed to regain himself. "If that doesn't feel better before the concussion heals, Dan is going to hate you," he said in a squeaky voice.