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Demetri had just rolled a joint when he heard his phone ring. Lighting it up, he answered.
"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.