Let's Make Out

[Clea Everett-Price]

Who knew that the Price's would actually agree for Clea to be left alone home for a week. Well, not really alone alone but it does seems like it. Since the house elves where hiding in their chambers, Clea was left alone upstairs reading her dictionary and thesaurus. After finishing a few pages, she got bored and mostly hungry. As much as she want to call out an house elf, she decided not to bother. The blonde wanted to enjoy this night, being the last night she could wander around the mansion without any restrictions and without her relatives looking at hair. Remembering the bitter past of her parents, it was extremely disturbing. What better way to celebrate this night, other than ordering pizza? She knew very well that the Price's didn't like the idea of fast foods, or muggles visiting their home. But screw them, she was in control of her night and no one can stop her from dialing the pizza place number. For a magical family, the Price adored technology at it's best. It was just a click away, Clea pitied the delivery boy as the residence's is too far away from the city. "Hey, uhmm. Good evening I mean, I want to order three boxes of Pepperoni Pizzas. . . . . . . . . she went on and on, stating the address. It would probably take an hours or two for it to be delivered, she didn't want to eat any home made pizza's anymore. She needed, fast food tonight. It's not that Clea isn't that patient enough but she swore, it's been three hours since she last called the pizza place manager complaining. The witch's hunger couldn't wait any much longer, on the kitchen counter. Clea started munching on a platter of fresh seedless grapes, while whispering such words. "D@mn You Pizza Delivery Guy." she cursed, throwing a juicy grape inside of her mouth. To her surprise she finally heard the door bell rang, the guards clueless of what's going on over, pressing the intercom "I just ordered pizza, there's no need to worry or panic, just send in the delivery boy. Okay." the witch explained, quite furious over her grumbling belly.

Quickly as she can, Clea opened the door. The delivery man was bent down getting his boxes, wearing his uniform. It's not like everyday Clea would see a delivery man in front of their mansion, well perhaps back at home when she still stayed with her mom. Waiting for the guy to show his face, Clea stood there waiting for his pizza. It's about time you've arrived." she said to him, leaning on the door. When it was handed to her, Clea couldn't help but notice the delivery guy. He looks cute for a delivery guy, she thought as she held three boxes of pizzas. "Come in, I'm just going to get some money." she stated turning her back and placing the boxed of pizzas on table. Not caring about the delivery guy come in or what, it wasn't surprisingly chilly that day but she just wanted to really see him more. As a matter of fact, Clea didn't want to pay just yet. She wanted to have some fun, since it's been long she ever kissed anyone. Opening the first box, Clea started to munch on some pizza and once she finished a slice. The blonde pulled the delivery guy who seems lost in the big mansion in the kitchen, "You seem nice. Okay then." she spoke and grabbed the collar of the guy, kissing him against the wall. Not caring about the setting, she wanted to kiss someone for days and here is a well attractive guy to kiss. She couldn't turn down the offer, though it was obvious it was one sided. Clea continued to kiss him, dragging him in the sofa. And when the guy got off guard, Clea looked at his face. "Let's do the talking later." she said with a raspy breath. It seems like forever, making out with a stranger. Clea enjoyed every minute of it, in case she wouldn't see the guy ever again.

 

[Milo Emerson]

Just another long night driving from house to house, delivering pizza to strangers. Usually Milo would enjoy being alone on his vesper, mulling things over as he delivered pizza between houses. But tonight was different. Tonight his thoughts were too vivid to ignore, and for a change he couldn't lose himself in the darkness. Milo arrived at his first house of the night, politely handing the woman who opened the door her pizza box and receiving payment in return. Judging by the woman's slurred words and the overwhelming scent of vodka, she was intoxicated, but he wasn't one to judge, he was merely a delivery boy. Walking away from the quaint home Milo smiled to himself, the woman gave him a rather generous tip. On this note the eighteen year old paused momentarily, wondering if the woman had accidentally given him too much money. Instead of returning to the house, Milo got back onto his vesper, usually he would have returned the tip if he thought it was too much but quite frankly he needed the extra money. If he wanted to take Alice to prom he needed to impress her and that would exceed his usual budget, being the reason he had taken up so many shifts lately. Instead of just working the graveyard shift, he had also taken up working everyday after school, at this rate he wouldn't have the chance to study for his exams. Milo returned to the pizza joint to hand in the money and receive yet another order. Three pepperoni pizzas delivered far out of the city. This was going to be a long trip indeed. Milo reluctantly hopped back on his red vesper with the three pizzas tied to the seat, turning the key in the ignition before heading off towards his destination.

Milo always detested delivering pizzas a long way, whenever he got to the house the owner always complained that he took too long and the pizza should be free. His pizza place didn't have the standard 'delivered within half an hour or your pizza is free' rule and he got sick of explaining that to people. But that was the price he paid for working at the most popular pizza joint in town. Milo was surprised at the scenery of this area of town, he hadn't been here before, and being a delivery boy you get to know the town like the back of your hand, but this area seemed completely new. He was surrounded by trees and within darkness and the cold night air everything seemed haunted, he would have almost felt scared if it weren't for the quiet humming of his vesper warding off the airy silence. All of a sudden a blinking light on his dashboard caught Milo's eye, it was his fuel meter indicating he was in fact out of fuel. The teenager swore under his breath as his vesper slowly halted to a stop. He didn't need this, not now. Delivering this pizza would take even longer, and how would he get home? He instinctively reached for his cellphone to call for help, swearing under his breath again at the realisation he had to reception. It looked like he had to deliver the pizza by foot. Milo grabbed the three pizza boxes from the back of his vesper, making sure his keys were safely in his pocket before moving forward to his destination. It took about an hour's walk before Milo finally arrived at the house, a mansion to be more exact, crossing paths with a security guard as he arrived. "I have a pizza delivery for Ms, Price." He told the guard in a cheerful tone before he was cleared to enter the property. He strolled up to the front door, ringing the bell before placing the pizza boxes on the step next to him. That walk was tiring but hopefully the owner was nice enough let him use their phone. Walking back now would be torture.

For some reason, when the door opened Milo expected middle aged lady to be standing in the doorway, but instead his eyes fell upon a young woman, and a pretty one at that. He quickly bent down to pick up the boxes and hand them to her, as she mentioned how long he took to arrive. "Yeah, my vespa ran out of gas. I had to walk." He explained, hoping she would offer him the privilege of using the phone rather than him having to ask for it. Milo followed the pretty blonde in as she said she would get some money, waiting in the entrance hall for her when she left for another room. This place was grand, if he lived in a place like this he would never have had to worry about delivering pizza, or working a day in his life by the looks of it. In fact if he lived in a place like this, he would definitely get the chance to take Alice to prom. Before Milo could admire this place further, the girl pulled him into what looked like the kitchen, barely saying a few more words to him before pulling him in by his collar and kissing him straight on the lips. Milo was so caught off guard that before he knew it he had been pulled from leaning against the wall onto a sofa, still caught in a lip lock with the blonde. Milo hadn't kissed many girls in his lifetime, which was all the more reason for him to continue, but this was unprofessional, and he needed to leave before things got out of hand. "This isn't how people usually pay for pizza." He stated after breaking away from the make out session. But this girl wasn't going to give up, and the eighteen year old was pulled back into repeatedly kissing the girl. ​

 

[Clea Everett-Price]

When you're stuck in a big old mansion filled with purebloods and house elves, there come a time where you can no longer take it. Times where you just want to get out and talk to someone other than yourself, someone who would appreciate you for you. Clea Everett-Price needed that and when that opportunity would come she'll take it in a heart beat. Though something happened differently, kissing a stranger was the last thing in her mind. Kissing though made her feel alive at some point, touching the lips of others. When he noticed that the pizza delivery boy looked cute, and with her stomach grumbling. It made the blonde high, for vampires they wanted blood and for Clea, she wanted a kiss. But inside her head she keeps on remembering all the kiss she had back at High School, back in the muggle worlds. Flashing back into the past and just taking a moment to realize what she's doing now was wrong. H3ll, she doesn't care anymore. Here she is kissing a guy she'd never met and actually liking their make out session. So, screw her thoughts. This was now or never, this would make a good story to her future kids, that is if she would have kids. This kiss would make a million copies, who knows the story would sell for fortune. Everything started blur out and the only thing she was focused on doing is kissing the guy, endlessly. It took her a few minutes to stop and just face the guy, staring deeply into his eyes. Breathing fast, then slowly. She couldn't figure out what to say, Clea stood there, her arms wrapped around the boy.

He looked younger than her, she wasn't sure how old. It was also obvious he's a muggle, she could tell from the way he moves and from the way he talks. After staying with witches and wizards, especially at Salem. Clea grew a habit to observe their movement and write down into her black notebook. Finally, after frozen for a few minutes. The nineteen year old muttered a word, "And I'm not usually like this." she said. Moving away a little from the stranger, starting from his shoes up to his face. Clea looked at him in confusion, it didn't entered her mind that he could have been an enemy. But from the looks of it, he's just a plain pizza delivery guy who seems adorable and well shock to be kissed by her. "Sorry but not sorry." Clea stated sarcastically. She's been prank for the past nineteen years of her life and even though some people might not like her being truly honest. Clea would just shrug it off and walk away, on the other hand she could just hex them. Which ever is best to do. Returning back to her pizza, the teenager grabbed a slice and started to munch on it like nothing happened. Escaping from the silence, Clea thought of bribing the stranger or maybe just convince him to stay. In which the only reason is to make out with him all night, since the kiss made her feel alive at some point.

"So, you're vespa broke huh?" Asking the most obvious question, as she already knows the answer. Between her chew, Clea would look at him with her purple eyes. Just fascinated with his uniform and everything, even though she grew up most of her years in the muggle world. It's not like everyday you could order pizza, "You could stay here...tonight. I mean the mansion is all ours." giving a hint of sexual frustrations. Flirting was in her blood, just look at how her cousin Luka love life. Every month a new boyfriend, it started when he was allowed to date guys. Though her cousins made it look that easy to flirt, Clea couldn't even flirt with a fly on the wall. She would always fail even by just attempting but something about this guy made her more high. If only she could jump and grab him again, take him to his room and make out for the rest of the night, even in the morning. Man, that would be such fun to have a guy in her room, make-out until their lips turn numb. "It's a long walk from here back to the city, it would take you the whole day. Especially when there's a big bear on the loose." this time she was trying to scare him, making him be all anxious. Clea really wanted for him to stay, as long as he wants. Approaching the refrigeration, she opened it and grabbed some soda, two sodas to be exact. Throwing the other one to the guys direction, if he doesn't catch the can then it would be a mess and definitely a reason for him to stay if he does catches it then that's still alright.