A/N: Hi, guys! So, this was originally a oneshot, but after I reread it a couple of times, I decided to turn it into a multi-chapter story. I'll update quite often. Please read and review! 3
Pete had invited you to join him, Carrie, and a few 'other people' at his place for pizza this weekend. He wouldn't specify exactly who 'the other people' were, or what the occasion is, but you agreed anyway. Mainly because you had just recently moved to London and your way-too-nosy-and-overbearing landlady had been hounding you day and night about getting out there and making friends, stating that spending "all your time on the line in front of your computer is really bad for your state of mind!". Besides, you really enjoyed their company.
Saturday evening, you grab your keys, money and cellphone, and head out your door. When Pete had called to invite you, you had insisted upon bringing something, ANYTHING, to contribute, and after arguing about it for five minutes, Pete had finally agreed to letting you bring a pizza or two.
Standing in line at the pizza place that you found a few blocks away, you finally let the nerves kick in. Who were these 'other people' that were going to be there? And the fact that Pete and Carrie are the hosts.. Okay, sure, you're somewhat of a Youtube personality now, but whenever you met another, more well-known Youtuber, you still got those old "OMG IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING HOW DO I LIFE" feels. You're not even completely comfortable around Pete and Carrie yet. They're wonderful people, of course, but you're still terrified that you're going to blurt out something and completely embar-
"Miss? Are you okay?"
You stare at the guy standing behind the counter. "Uh.. Sorry?"
"...What would you like?"
Right. Pizza.