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She tried to push the thought out of her head, but Nick was her best friend, and she didn't want him getting hurt. He hadn't been in a serious relationship since sophomore year, and Kris was starting to feel bad for him. He wasn't unattractive at all, he was actually pretty good looking. But Kris knew when he stopped his 'DOA' graffiti work, girls thought he was a sissy and stopped trying to get with him. Finally, Kris sat up in bed and walked into her bathroom that was attatched to her room. She had to carefully step over her sleeping friends, some on the floor, and others in the two chairs in her room. She flicked the light on lazily, and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't have on any makeup, but her cheeks were pink from rubbing against the pillow all night. She hadn't been in her bed long though, maybe just an hour or two. She had spent the rest of her time with Stacy, her best friend. Danny wasn't home yet, but then again, he rarely was at this time. Her mom was passed out somewhere in the house. Oh well.
"I'm such a caring sister." She said to her reflection, shrugging and flicking off the bathroom light. The cool temperature from the floor was still on her feet, and she slid back into her warm bed. This time, it didn't take long for her to fall back asleep. But she didn't get much sleep. She heard some soft pings at the roof, but though nothing of it. Probably just birds picking at the gutters. The pings kept going for a while, before they finally stopped. Kris frowned slightly and rolled over on her side once more, her bright blue eyes piercing in the dark.
She could have sworn she heard the scuffle of someones shoes in the distance, but she didn't pay any attention to it. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep, but more alarmed than before. She wondered if any of her friends had heard it. She was probably going crazy.
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He rolled his 5"11 frame from the couch to the floor. Groaning, he lifted himself up from the floor and attempted to rattle his brain back into reality. He slipped on his black jeans and his hoody that lay sprawled on the couch. He put his baseball cap over his head, followed by his mask and his hood. He walked toward the door and grabbed his bag which rattled like a dozen scattering marbles, and exited into the night.
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"Hello, Pizza Palace. My name is Charlie, how may I help you?" a voice answered on the other line.
"Do you guys deliver?" Demetri asked in a slurred voice.
"Yes. What's your address?" Demetri gave his address in a bored tone.
"Okay. What can I get you?"
"I'd like a large pizza with pepperoni, sausage, and mushrooms. I'd also like an order of bread sticks and two liters of cola."
"Alright, you ordered a large pepperoni, sausage, and mushroom pizza, an order of breadsticks, and two liters o soda." He responded.
"Yes," he said.
"That'll be $17.50. It'll take 15-25 minutes for delivery."
"Alright. Thanks," Demetri replied and then hung up the phone. Demetri hated being stuck at home, but at this point he was feeling the whiskey and didn't care. He decided to text Kris and see if she was still awake.
"Hey. Are you awake? I ordered pizza and have free reign on the minbar. Come over if you want," was the message sent through text.
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Nick picked up his phone and called him main man Demetri.
" Yo wats up you drunk Im on my way so you can go ahead and get all pretty for me". With that he hung up and proceeded to drive. He knew that him and his best bud could entertain each other at least until he crashed in his guest room. The big question is what was Kris doing. He wondered if she was sleep or not. But he dared not call her or anything like that. Maybe she would come over with them he and Demetri would see what she was up to. They did most of the time anyway bothering her whether she wanted to be bothered or not.
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"Yo wats up you drunk Im on my way so you can go ahead and get all pretty for me," Nick's voice rang in his ear, before he hung up again. Demetri went into the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror. His beautiful face was reflected in the mirror. Demetri heard the doorman buzz his appartment.
"Hello, Sir, A lad from, er, Pizza Palace, says he has a delivery for you," Schmitz, the doorman said.
"Yes, Send him up," Demetri responded as he sprayed the house down with air freshener to mask the pungent smell of the pot he had been smoking earlier. Having access to money, meant that he has access to any drugs he wanted... As long as he didn't embarrass his family. A few moments later a knock on the door, interrupted his thoughts. He sauntered over to the door and looked through the peephole. It was a young, zitty boy wearing a Pizza Palace hat. Demetri opened the door.
"A large pepperoni, sausage, and mushroom pizza, an order of breadsticks, and two liters of cola?" the boy asked.
"Yeah," he responded.
"That'll be 17.75."
"Do you have change for a hundred?"
"Umm, no, sir." Demetri accepted the pizza and handed him the hundred.
"Just keep it," he responded before shutting the door in his face. Setting the pizza on the counter, he wandered into his room. Opening his closet, he decided on an Audioslave t-shirt, dark wash jeans, vans, and leather jacket. Checking himself out in the mirror, he flashed his best smile.
"You look hot," he said to himself, before he went into the kitchen and dug into the pizza and breadsticks. He waited for his best bud in the world to make it so he wouldn't have to spend the night alone and bored.
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Once she was done, she leaned in the mirror and fixed her eyeliner, fluffling her slightly curled hair, before shutting off the bathroom light and walking out, grabbing a pair of black pumps and slipping them on her feet. She walked out quietly, stepping over her friends. She easily snuck out the front door, before walking the short distance to Demetri's house. It was pretty late, but the streetlights were on. A few people looked at her, but she just ignored them and kept walking. Once she arrived, she greeted the doorman before he allowed her to go up to Demetri's apartment.
When she finally reached Demetri's floor, she ran into a pimply faced pizza guy who's eyes widened at the sight of her. She smiled softly before stepping past him into the hallway. Once she arrived in front of Demetri's apartment door, she knocked a three times quickly before smiling.
"Your nightly homie is here." Kris said, a smile in her voice as she waited for Demetri to open the door. She wondered in the back of her mind if he had invited Nick. The three of them usually did everything together.
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"Your nightly homie is here," he heard Kris call. He smiled as he answered the door.
"Bonjour, Jolie Madamoiselle. Bienvenue a chez moi, (Hello beautiful lady, welcome to my home)" Demetri said in french. He opened the door and went back to his pizza. Chewing quietly, he took a drink out of the cola bottle.
"Sorry, I'm such a pig. Want a slice of pizza, a glass of wine, a joint?" he asked with a wink. Sitting down on the couch, he lit a joint and took a heavy drag off of it.
"Nick's coming over too." Demetri chose his words wisely.
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He proceeded to strip off the stock caps from the cans that were new, and began with a NY Fat Cap, a layer of orange to set the frame. Sam then moved on to extensions from his original lettering frame, sweeping off with vine like pieces, and simultaneously running through his first can of orange. He thought nothing of it as the piece engulfed him.He followed up with an aqua blue highlight around the orange, and entering into more details as time progressed. At the end of a four hour stint, Sam had gone through one and a half cans of orange, an entire can of black, and a majority of each remaining can. His final piece spelled out the work he had put in. It was his; it was the SOURCE.
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