I can't tell you how many pizzas I order, but by the time a week passes, all the homeless people in my area have taken to standing around outside my front gate to wait for their free pizzas. In fact, I'll even take their orders for them.

But, even though I order nearly fifteen pizzas every day- in batches of five or so, of course -the pizza guy who ran over my foot never shows up! Not once! And so, I can't help but think that... he's dead! He must have died of grief and regret after accidentally running over my foot! Oh, if only I had his phone number I could have called him and told him that I didn't blame him at all for aiming up towards the curb and almost purposefully driving right over my foot! If my reactions hadn't been slower than fifty miles per hour, then maybe he would still be alive now!

Along with pizza, I've been eating a lot of chocolate because, you see, my friend Bella told me that chocolate helps make you feel better, and she gave me a lifetime supply of some Belgian chocolate she made herself! Isn't that nice?

And I give some to the homeless people, of course. They seem to really like me a lot!

But still... no pizza delivery guy... how many pizzas will I have to order to make him come? N-not in that way, of course! Although I wouldn't mind making him come in that way as well, but for now I'm going to focus on the not-that-way!

...What am I talking about again?

And then, an idea hits me like a lightbulb: I should go to the pizza shop/store/place and ask for him! Happy now that I'm going to see him, I race outside, wave at the homeless people who are gathered in front of my yard, eating pizza and chocolate, then hop into my car and start the engine. Now, what pizza place have I been calling all this time...? Oh right, that one game! It starts with a "d"! It's "Domingo's" or something, right? Yeah! That sounds right! I'll just drive around until I find one!

It takes me about an hour, but finally I find a Domingo's Pizza! I park in the parking lot and lean against the wheel for a while. That drive was crazy... I mean... apparently people didn't appreciate my u-turns... and then there were some police cars following me for a bit. I don't remember exactly.

After a couple of minutes of resting, I get out of the car and race into Domingo's Pizza. I walk straight up to the ordering counter and am about to ask if I can talk to the pizza guy when I realize- I DON'T KNOW HIS NAME!

"Sir?" the lady at the counter asks, giving me a bored look and chewing hard on her gum.

"Um... um, I'm looking for a guy!" I tell her, wondering how to explain the pizza guy. "He... he looks like an angel! And he talks like an angel! And he walks like an angel! Oh, and I think he swears a lot! And- and he's got a weird hair curl! Does he work here?"

She just stares at me.

"He... um, he has brown hair! And..." I think for a moment. "Either green or brown eyes, I think... I can't remember... I didn't get a good enough look... but! BUT! They were pretty eyes! Beautiful! Do you know him now?"

"Sir, I think you're at the wrong place," she says, and I notice that her hand is edging really close to the phone, and Francis told me that whenever someone reaches for their phone I should run away, so that's what I do.

Once outside I run straight to my car, nearly tripping on those weird curb-y thingies on my way there. When I reach it, I stop and stare for a while, and not because it's pretty or anything, but because... it's not there. I look around the parking lot for it because I'm sure that I drove it here, or else how would I be here? Did I teleport...? I knew it... I can teleport! Ha! I told Francis I could but he didn't believe me!

And then I look at the sign next to me (okay, I crash into it a little bit first) and it says that you can't be parked here unless you're handicapped. And that if you aren't handicapped, you'll get towed.

...Does that mean I just got towed?

(sob)

I turn despairingly towards the street and decide to hitch-hike, which is nothing I haven't done before. Suddenly a car zooms into the parking lot, nearly running me over. I shriek as the driver somehow yanks the wheel to the side and parks in a non-handicapped parking spot. The car is shut off, the door is opened, and out steps... The pizza delivery guy!

I nearly run right over to him and throw my arms around him and beg him to marry me, but then I realize I should probably save that for the first date. Instead, I walk casually over and say, "Hola, I've been looking for you!" with a friendly wave. As soon as he sees me, he points at me and screams, "You! You're that weird pizza bastard! Go away, stupid stalker!"

"I'm not stalking you..." I say sadly. "I just wanted to talk to you a little bit... because I lov- like you!"

"You don't even know me." he tells me, backing away warily. "How do you know if you like me?"

I consider this. "Um... because... you're nice?"

He jumps back as if I've just hit him. "I'm... I'm... nice?" he asks, looking completely confused. "D... didn't I, um, run over your... f-foot...?" He looks guiltily down at his own feet as he says it, blushing as if he really regrets it, and so I, for once, lie.

"Of course you didn't, silly! Why would you run over my foot?"

"I... I really didn't run it over? Because I was sure I had... Well, whatever, i-it's not like I care or anything."

"So, want to go get a coffee?" I ask happily.

"Why...?" he says, as if I've just asked him to go eat cement with me.

"To celebrate you not running over my foot, of course!" I tell him happily. "C'mon, it'll be fun! And I'll even pay if you want!"

He shrugs, blushing lightly, and then mumbles "F-fine... bastard."

Three months later

"So, Lovi, since we're dating and all, don't you think it's time that you move in with me?"

"We're not dating, bastard!" Lovino Vargas says, eyes glued to the TV screen.

"Is that a yes?" I ask excitedly. He tears his face away to glare at me.

"Are you saying that you think I haven't been living with you all this time?" he asks derisively.

I gasp. "You mean we've been living together this whole time and I haven't even noticed?" I say, shocked.

He nods, flicking his gaze back to the TV. "Pass the popcorn," he says, even though it's on his left side and I'm on his right. I grin and lean across him, grabbing the popcorn bowl and scooting closer to him in the process. He blushes when I wrap my arm around his shoulders, but he doesn't shake it off.

A/N BY THE WAY, I chose the title of this fic because Pepperoni is spicy and Pineapple is sweet, like Love and Toni respectively, so if you had any questions about that, they've been answered! *angel chorus sings*

Other than that, this is the end of this fic-ish-thingy! Yay! I hope you liked it, and if you didn't, leave a flame in the reviews below! ^.^