Losing Control Isn't Always Fun 5

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"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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