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Take from this prompt from Otpprompt.tumblr.com
Connor
Connor woke up to a pitch black room and a pounding headache. He couldn’t remember feeling this bad in a long time. The night before was a blur of bright lights and shots, with Aiden’s voice in the background, encouraging him through it all. Groaning, he felt on his bedside table for his phone. After knocking over a book and a pair of headphones, he felt it. When he unlocked it, the light was bright and hurt his eyes. It was two o’clock. Connor threw his phone back on the bed and buried his head in to the pillow. He knew he shouldn’t go back to sleep, but the idea was tempting. So instead, he sat up slowly and picked up his laptop. Opening Safari, he knew what would keep him awake; food.
He knew his way through the website like the back of his hand. He could find the Pepperoni Pizza and Diet Coke with his eyes closed. Quickly, he found himself at the ‘Confirm Your Delivery’ page. A little pop up appeared, asking him is he had any special requests. Just as Connor was about to close it, he stopped. The idea of getting out of bed seemed like an effort that he just couldn’t make today. He wouldn’t need money, he’d paid for it with his card, and he always had a spare key under his mat, just in case a friend came around. So, instead of closing the window, he typed: “In bed with hangover, key under the mat, my room is upstairs, first on the right.”
Oliver
Working at the only 24 hour delivery place in town was definitely not the ideal job for Oliver.Starting his shift at 6am was even worse, and now that he was finally nearing the end of it, all was wanted to do was go home and have a nap. It was never a nice normal person who ordered food this early on a Sunday morning. It was always someone who was clearly still drunk or hungover or someone who was just plain weird. But this was his last house and then he could go home and relax.
As Oliver drew up to the door, he checked the address and the order. Everything seemed to be in order, until he noticed the special requests section. It was usually empty, and he rarely actually had to check it, but this customer had asked something,
“In bed with hangover, key under the mat, my room is upstairs, first on the right.”
Oliver looked at it, disbelievingly. Just when he thought this morning couldn’t get any weirder. Unfortunately, if it was written on his receipt, then it had already been approved by the boss, so there wasn’t much he could do about it. So he picked up the pizza and the drink and made his way up to the house. It was huge and completely silent; there didn’t seem to be a single light on anywhere. Reaching down to feel under the mat, he found the key. It fit in the lock and Oliver opened the door. He found himself in a large hallway. There was a coat draped across the table and a pair of shoes haphazardly thrown in to a corner. In front of him was a staircase and Oliver hurried up it. There were several doors all around the upstairs all, but Oliver turned right and stood in front of the first door. Unsure, he knocked on the door. After a few seconds, he heard a voice from inside.
“Come in”
Oliver opened the door. It was pitch black, so he felt around for the light switch and flicked it on.
“Whoa!” a voice came from the bed. Oliver couldn’t see the person who it belonged to, but he could hear that it was male. It was muffled, presumably because the person in the bed had their head buried in the pillow.
“Uh- Pizza delivery?” said Oliver, unsure what to do with the food in his hands. Finally, the man in the bed sat up. He was clearly disorientated, blinking rapidly. His hair was a mess, and he was wearing a slightly crumpled black vest. He was around Oliver’s age, probably still in high school.
“Right,” he said, looking at Oliver. “Just bring it over here?” He pointed at the bedside table beside him. Oliver walked over a put it down, very conscious of the boy’s eyes following him across the room.
“Um- I guess I’ll just put your key back where I found it, then,” he said, as he began walking over to the door.
“Wait!” Came the boy’s voice from bed. Oliver turned back around to face him again.
“Oliver, right?” He said. Oliver must have looked confused, because the boy pointed at his jacket. Oliver looked down. Right. His name tag.
“Yeah, I’m Oliver,” he said. The boy opened the box and smiled.
“Join me for pizza?” he asked.Connor
The last thing that Connor was expecting from his ordering of food was an extremely attractive delivery boy. But that was exactly what happened. As soon as Connor had ordered the food, he’d done exactly what he hadn’t wanted to do; he’d fallen right back asleep, He didn’t wake up again until he heard a knock on his bedroom door. It had taken a minute for him to get his bearings, but once he had, he noticed Oliver. He had a pair of thick rimmed circular glasses on, and a very neatly styled haircut. He was wearing a uniform and looked very cute.
“Um- I guess I’ll just put your key back where I found it, then,” he said, and Connor realised he was leaving.
“Wait!” The boy stopped. “Oliver, right?” Connor almost laughed when Oliver looked very confused, and so he pointed at his the boy’s name tag.
Yeah, I’m Oliver.”
“Join me for pizza?” Connor had to laugh then, when Oliver looked very taken aback.
“I don’t even know your name, dude,” he said, backing towards the door.
“I’m Connor.”
“Well, Connor, I’ve had a long day, and I want to go home, so no thank you-”
“So your shift’s over, then?” interrupted Connor.
“Yes,” said Oliver, “and I’m going to go home now, and relax.”
“Come on,” Connor said. “I’m not gonna eat this whole thing on my own. Just humour me.” Connor could see Oliver fighting back a smile.
“You’re a strange one, Connor,” he said. Connor simply smirked and held the pizza box forward.
“Come on, it’s hot,” he said. “It was only just delivered by a really cute pizza boy.”
“One slice, then,” said Oliver, sitting down on the side of the bed. But Connor could tell by the blush on his cheeks that he would definitely stay for more than just a slice of pizza.
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