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Somewhere between A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back Scott starts to complain of a gnawing hole in his stomach.
“Dude, I needed food like 10 minutes ago,” he complains as Stiles tells him – again – that he’ll make something when the movie finishes. “How long is left? Is it nearly done? Stiles, I’m hungry!”
When the end credits finally begin to roll, Stiles shoots off the couch like it’s burning him. A quick glance into the fridge confirms his suspicion that it is not grocery week. There’s a brochure stuck to the door, though; a mailbox advertisement for a pizza place Stiles has never heard of, Hale’s Pizza.
“Bro, how’s pizza?” he yells to the lounge.
“Just feed me!” Scott cries back, whining dramatically.
Wondering if they’re still open, Stiles grabs his phone and dials the number on the brochure. A gruff voice answers. “Hale’s Pizza, what can I get you?”
Stiles rattles off three generic pizzas and requests delivery. The gruff voice on the other end grunts in acquiescence, and the line goes dead. Stiles stares at his phone. “That’s customer service for you,” he mutters.
Scott spends the 20 minute wait moaning about how he could probably eat a deer at this point, but he shuts up as soon as Stiles reminds him that he literally could, if he was that desperate. When the doorbell finally rings, Stiles is yelling at Scott to stop being such a drama queen. He opens the door smiling at Scott’s snarky reply, and feels the grin freeze on his face when he sees the pizza delivery boy.
Holy. Shit. Stiles forgets social decorum in favour of staring blatantly at the gorgeous, bearded, angry-looking boy standing on his doorstep.
“You ordered pizza, yeah?” the boy suddenly says, startling Stiles out of his scrutiny.
“Oh, uh…yeah,” he stutters out, fumbling with his wallet. He grabs a few notes and holds them out. He’s trying to be blasé, but he definitely isn’t when the delivery boy’s fingers brush against his. It happens again as the pizza’s trade hands, and Stiles is pretty fucking sure he’s grinning like a maniac.
“You have a good night!” he chirps – chirps – as the boy turns away.
He turns back for an instant, dark eyes catching Stiles’.
“Yeah, you too.”
Stiles slams the door shut with his foot. “Come back and I will,” he murmurs with a smirk.