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Scott flopped on his couch, sighing. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed number 3.

The local pizza place dialled up.
"Let me guess. Scott."

"Hey Chris," Scott sighed.

"What up, man? It's been, like, 3 weeks. You haven't found another pizza place, have you?"

"Nah, I just haven't really been feeling like myself recently. Look, grab me the biggest supreme you have."

"Extra olives and Pepsi on the house. I'll be there in 15."

"You're a legend, Chris." Scott hung up.

The guys at Mario's were always pressuring him to take a job at their little pizza place, but he always refused.

Never again.

The next few minutes went past like a blur, and Scott leapt up when he heard the doorbell. He looked at the clock. It'd only been 10 minutes? Huh, guess Chris pulled his act together for once.

"Coming," Scott called, getting up and walking to the door. He opened it. "Hey Chri-" he paused.

No one was to be seen.

He sighed. "Nice try, Christian. Now get out here before I file a complaint to your boss."

There was a groan from a bush next to Scott's door and Chris walked out, handing him the pizza, "You're no fun, Scott."

"Nope, no fu-" Scott was cut off as a memory washed over him.

"You're no fun, Scott!" He whined.

"I'm not going to 'bop Freddy's nose'. I'll end up dead," Scott replied. "You of all people should know that."

"I wouldn't let you die," his voice had changed, now it was serious.

Scott looked back at him and tilted his head curiously. "I know you wouldn't."

He'd looked at him for a long time, then taken a big breath, "Scott..." And then he'd broken off, shaking his head. "Never mind, Scott.
Scott.
Scott!
SCOTT!"

Scott was snapped back into reality, the pizza was on the ground and Chris was staring at him as if he'd just floated through the roof. "What the hell just happened!?"

Scott shakily took his wallet out of his pocket and fished out the money for the pizza. He forced it into Chris' hands and sighed. "Thanks for the pizza, Chris."

"Wha-" Chris protested, but Scott slammed the door shut in his face.

He struggled to the couch and fell face first into it.

Letting out a long sigh, Scott fell asleep.

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