Chapter Three: ??
At home in her apartment, Brie twirled the phone cord around her finger.
"Yes… so that's a large pepperoni and a medium Barq's root beer?"
"Surely! How soon can you get here?"
"Oh… 5 minutes… If I hurry.
"Well hurry."
"Okaay… see ya soon?"
"See ya soon!"
Brie squealed as she hung up the telephone. Dancing around, she turned her music back on and fixed her hair so it wouldn't droop down into her eyes. After a couple of minutes of teasing, she finally got her hair to stay put -- just in time to hear the phone ring.
It was Robert Flechner, her "security guard". "Ma'am, there's a young man on the premises, and he claims to be delivering a pizza. Is that okay with you?" Exasperatedly, she told Robert, who she had dubbed Bubba, that the pizza guy was perfectly clean.
"Heeey Josh! Got my pizza?"
"Yep. Here's your root beer…"
"Hey, come on in, it's kinda weird having Bubba stare you down."
"Yeah, he's freaky, ain't he?"
"Yep."
"You've ordered pizza every night for the past three weeks, and every night I've delivered it too you. Should I just come tomorrow with the usual?"
"Hah! Yeah… go ahead…"
"Well, is that all? I hurried on over here, so I got 5 minutes before I have to run back…"
"Okay, see ya tomorrow!"
"'Kay, bye!"
Josh meandered his way past the guard. Looking back, he saw Brie shut the door and open up her pizza. Stopping beyond the security gate, Josh surveyed the surrounding neighborhood. He watched Brie's shadow through the curtains as she took a sip of her root beer and turned on the T.V. The guard was busy with his own dinner, a bit of Taco Bell, to notice when Brie's limp form fell to the floor. All he heard was her scream.
At home in her apartment, Brie twirled the phone cord around her finger.
"Yes… so that's a large pepperoni and a medium Barq's root beer?"
"Surely! How soon can you get here?"
"Oh… 5 minutes… If I hurry.
"Well hurry."
"Okaay… see ya soon?"
"See ya soon!"
Brie squealed as she hung up the telephone. Dancing around, she turned her music back on and fixed her hair so it wouldn't droop down into her eyes. After a couple of minutes of teasing, she finally got her hair to stay put -- just in time to hear the phone ring.
It was Robert Flechner, her "security guard". "Ma'am, there's a young man on the premises, and he claims to be delivering a pizza. Is that okay with you?" Exasperatedly, she told Robert, who she had dubbed Bubba, that the pizza guy was perfectly clean.
"Heeey Josh! Got my pizza?"
"Yep. Here's your root beer…"
"Hey, come on in, it's kinda weird having Bubba stare you down."
"Yeah, he's freaky, ain't he?"
"Yep."
"You've ordered pizza every night for the past three weeks, and every night I've delivered it too you. Should I just come tomorrow with the usual?"
"Hah! Yeah… go ahead…"
"Well, is that all? I hurried on over here, so I got 5 minutes before I have to run back…"
"Okay, see ya tomorrow!"
"'Kay, bye!"
Josh meandered his way past the guard. Looking back, he saw Brie shut the door and open up her pizza. Stopping beyond the security gate, Josh surveyed the surrounding neighborhood. He watched Brie's shadow through the curtains as she took a sip of her root beer and turned on the T.V. The guard was busy with his own dinner, a bit of Taco Bell, to notice when Brie's limp form fell to the floor. All he heard was her scream.