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[allura-me]

Pizza Guy

Sorry I didn't post this on Friday like I said I was.

Hope you enjoy : >

I was never really good at romance. There were a couple times where I was close. I remember there was a guy who would text me. We had some conversations. He was funny. We texted for a while until I saw him at my job and later at my university. We talked to each other only on our lunch breaks because we worked on opposite sides of our work building, so we never really got to see each other.

We went on a couple dates. It was nice. I felt comfortable with him and I really enjoyed his company. We never texted as much anymore, since we were swamped with work, but we always found a way to communicate. I never had a man show me this much affection before, I ended up getting attached.

After he got a promotion to the company's main building in Manhattan I was scared. Scared that I would loose him, and I did. He stopped texting me and calling me, I got ghosted, and it hurt.

That was when I was 22. I'm 29 now. I have my master's degree, I'm an accomplished artist and writer, I live in a luxury apartment in downtown Chicago and I'm enjoying life, but I'm still lonely.

As much as I love being independent, I still want someone. I want affection.

'I am worthy of love, right?'

I say this to myself as I dip my brush in my paint and stroke it on my canvas. I paint to clear my mind, it helps to ease my worldly anxieties. When I'm done I sit back in my chair and look at my work.

"Look's weird", I say under my breath, clearly not satisfied with the painting. I shrug and decide to let it it be and put it aside to dry. After hanging it up on the wall, I try to relax. I head to my bathroom. I turn the knob to the left, allowing steaming hot water to pour in my tub. I add a few drops of essential oils and some Epsom salt along with a few rose petals to be extra. I unclothe myself and lay in my tub. My muscles unstiffen as I relax. I close my eyes and begin to dream.

I dream of a man who will save me from my loneliness. I smile a little, my dream is pleasant, I don't want it to end. Suddenly I hear my door bell ring. I gasp.

"My pizza!"

I almost forgot.

The door bell is still ringing, creating that obnoxious toon I hate so much especially in this moment. I didn't want to leave my warm bath, but I had to if I wanted to eat. I rolled my eyes and dried myself as fast as I could. My eyes frantically search for my robe, the only thing that will help me escape from the piercing cold I feel. I jogged put on my bathroom to the door and opened it.

"Umm...yeah. Uh hello, do you have my pizza?" I ask eagerly. I was so hungry.

"Yes I do. I was about to leave. You weren't opening the door so I just thought you weren't here", he chuckled.

He was tall and very cute, I could tell even will a mak covering most of his face. He looked at me with curiosity, maybe as to why I was staring at him so hard. I took my pizza after I played and gave him a tip. I set it down on my dining table and grabbed a glass of wine. I ate a slice and suprisingly enjoyed it. The pizza was from a new restaurant dow. The block, I heard good things about it but I most definitely would be eating there now. As I continue to eat my pizza and drink my wine my door bell rang. I open it. It's the pizza delivery guy.

"Yes?"

"Here's my number, you know... if you want a free pizza or a fast delivery or something", he looked flushed.

"Oh, thank you. I will."

"Ok", he sighed, "good night."

"Night", I let out a smile. I never smile. He was kinda charming and I want to know more about him. I will definitely be calling his number.

I didn't even know what I got myself into...

#writing #love

[allura-me]

I might post a new story by Friday. Stay tuned : )

[allura-me]

Obviously the expression she gave off twords him displayed the fact that she was shocked to see him. That very expression made him more eager to be near her. In the middle of being in a hypnotic trance while being trapped in Mo's gaze, she realized he was walking towards her.

She looked at him through the dancing crowd and smirked, thinking couldn't get through to her.

As he made his way twords Doris, the crowed, without knowing, made a clearing on the dance floor, making Doris anxious. Doris needed something to fidget with or else she would have a panic attack like earlier.

She grabbed a Louis Armstrong recored, he so happend to be her favorite artist, which provided her some comfort. The recored had been on a rack nearby; she massaged it with her fingers and walked out side, to get some of that nice cool air that calmed her so much.

As Doris stepped outside Mo followed. He fought up with her and could see the frightened look in her eyes.

Mo gazed with affection and said in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to love you".

Doris looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the recored. "Mo. I don't need you", she replied.

They looked at each other with overwhelming feelings. Doris studied Mo's tall, slim but muscular stature. He was dressed in a formal suit that especially looked good on him in the light shining from the club's glass doors. His soft lips were mesmerizing to her, and soon her eyes began to wonder on his figure, with a wanting to know more.

Eventually she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry", began Doris, in an apologetic voice, "but I just don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you".

Mo looked shocked. "I don't know what I did to make you feel this way, but I'm sorry", he spat out.

Doris could feel his heart shatter into a million pieces.

Heartbroken, Mo walked to his car. The driver pulling off, and taking Mo to someplace that wasn't there. While watching his car fade in the distance, Doris felt pain. She too felt heartache, and for her it was unbearable. She was a naturally honest person, but she didn't mean to hurt him to the degree she did. Not even a drink of Rosé could calm Doris down tonight. Not even if she drowned herself in it.

#writing #love

[allura-me]

I don't, but thanks for asking. Stay safe out here.

Starting this tumbler page cause I got nothing to do in quarantine.

[allura-me]

Doris was thinking about Mo again. She just couldn't seem to keep him off her mind, even at this lively party.

Doris walked over to the window, looking at the beautiful lights glistening through the light drizzle of rain starting to fall. While starring she reflected on how how much she loved Bugzy's night club. It was everything glamorous, and in the 1930s this was the hot spot for fame, and for a striving actress she needed a bit of fame right now. It was places like this that encouraged her tendency to feel nervous and overthink.

As she continued to look out the window a familiar face peirced her eyes causing a lump to form in her throat. She scanned the ground outside until she saw the figure of Mo.

Doris gulped and glanced at her own reflection. She began to profusely drink.

Doris was a hard Rosé drinker with an attitude to match.

She couldn't take the pressure that was building up, and began to feel lightheaded. The walls began closing on her and the slight sophocation she felt was too real.

'How could a man I don't care about make me feel like this?' She thought.

She worked her was downstairs and through the double doors. One foot outside was all she needed. She felt immediate relief as the cool crisp air hit her skin.

After a few minutes of recovering Doris walked inside to find a bar.

"Rosé please," yes Rosé is just what she needed.

As she was sipping her wine she heard a familiar voice that she thought was outside. Looking up, she searched for the face that she saw though the window. She finally found his face, locking eyes with him.

#love #writing

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Starting this tumbler page cause I got nothing to do in quarantine.

#i am bored #bored af #bored hmu #trying to be creative #quarantine