Hate At First Sight (Larryxreader)

|~|Chapter Three|~|

Fixing my hair In case it was one of my friends, I opened the door, slouching to see it was indeed just pizza.

The boy at the door smiled gently upon seeing me, "Two cheese pizzas for Y/N?"

I nodded, taking the boxes out of his hands and placing them in the kitchen. I ran back to him with a twenty in hand, smiling in gratitude.

"Thank you!" I chirped, handing him the bill and moving to close the door.

"Wait!" He shouted, startling me enough to open the door completely.

"Uh, yeah?" I questioned, growing a bit suspicious of this boy. It's hard to let go of old habits.

"I..uh...you-..." The boy's face was a bright red as he stared into my eyes.

I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head in curiosity.

"I-I heard your music!" He suddenly said, seeming to startle even himself. "I like that band. I- uh- went to their concert last year..."

I grinned, and without thinking immediately took off in a rant about their songs. This was the first person I met in this stupid town that had ever heard of this band! It was super popular in my last neighborhood, and I had been itching to talk about it with someone. The boy didn't seem at all bothered by my burst of energy, smiling wide like he just won a trophy. It didn't take long for him to engage in my spew of information, though he let me do most of the talking.

Before I knew it, almost twenty minutes had passed by, and we were still talking. He had a dusting of pink on his face, but seeing as it hadn't left since the start of our conversation, I assumed it was just one of his features.

"Hey, do you- um- maybe have a phone number or something?" He fumbled over his words, "I would love to call or something later and talk more. I-If that's alright with you, of course. No pressure or anything."

As I opened my mouth to respond, I noticed Sal and Larry step off the elevator a few doors down. They were close enough that they had heard what the boy had asked, and Larry did not look happy. His eyes held what I thought to be jealousy as he glared this boy down.

"Who's he?" Larry asked, his tone harsh.

The pizza boy- who I still hadn't gotten the name of- shrunk back at the height difference between him and Larry.

"He's just the pizza boy. We were talking about this band and he asked-."

"You know- I should uh...I should get back to work... Maybe I'll see you around, Y/N." The boy swiftly pushed past Larry and practically flew into the elevator.

All I could do was watch as he basically ran away from me. Begrudgingly, I welcomed the two boys in, giving Larry a frustrated look. "What was that all about? He was just delivering the pizza."

"I didn't like him. He looked like a stalker."

Sal shook his head, his mask shifting. "You don't like anyone."

Before Larry could form a retort, there was a knock at the door. I quietly wondered if the pizza boy had come back.

"Larry, why don't you go cut the pizza and we'll pick a game to play?" I said as I opened the door, letting Ashley inside.

"Hey, Ash,"

"Hey, Sal,"

....

I need to get these two together. It's painful to watch.

Larry grumbled as he slumped into the kitchen. Sal watched as he did so, turning to me. "You don't want Larry cutting your pizza-."

"Larry's cutting the pizza?" Ash interjected.