"So how was it?" I asked Dominic.
We were sitting in his kitchen, eating the pizza side by side on the countertop.
"What, the divorce?" he asked. I nodded, taking another bite.
"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," he said. "They were already fighting every chance they got. So what about you, do your parents get along?"
I looked down, not willing to answer.
I think that he knew already that I was hiding something. It was almost obvious.
"You don't have to talk about it," he said. I smiled at him.
"But, tell me something," he said. "Why do you take off the peppers?"
"I hate peppers on pizza," I said.
"How?" he demanded, dumbfounded.
"Because peppers and pizza sauce just don't mix," I said.
"That's ridiculous," he said. "You're crazy."
"I guess I'm crazy then," I said.
"Then what's your favorite topping?" he asked.
"Mushrooms," I said.
"Okay, those are the second best," he said. "I still can't believe it."
"Well, believe it," I said. "Because it's true."
He smiled and shook his head.
"Where is your dad by the way?" I asked.
"At the office, most likely," he said. "He's the CEO, so I don't see him all that often."
He doesn't see his parents often? That makes two of us.
I heard his phone ring. The ringtone was 'All the Right Moves' by OneRepublic. I loved that song.
"Yeah," he said. "She's right here."
He handed me his phone.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey, Max just fell asleep," Kyle said.
"Okay," I said "I'll come and get him."
I looked at Dominic. He was stuffing a huge piece of pizza into his mouth, full. I grinned.
"See you soon," Kyle said.
I gave the phone back to Dominic and he turned it off.
"I have to go," I said.
"Aw," he said, his voice deeper, and pizza hanging out of his mouth.
"That's nasty," I said, laughing.
I watched him struggle to swallow the entire thing. He held up a finger after a few minutes, and the pizza disappeared from his mouth.
"I did it," he said, seeming quite proud of himself. I giggled and rolled my eyes.
"I have to go," I said again.
"Nooooooooooooooooooo," he pretended to moan. "Please don't leave me alooooooooooone... The little voices will start talking to me again."
"Okay, I'm no expert, but I think that you might want to avoid those little voices," I said. "And don't touch any sharp objects."
"Fine," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Here or the library?" I asked.
She had finally warmed up to me. She was even offering to work on the project instead of resisting.
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Losing ControlTeen Fiction
Riannan's life was spent watching her five year old brother since her mother was too busy passing out at bars and hooking up with twenty-year olds to do it herself. Living in a run down apartment and working two jobs to stay there was hard work for...