Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

"Not quite," Derek said, hanging the phone up.

"What's wrong?" Allor asked Derek.

"Nothing. I'm fine. Except I could use a smoke," he said, not even knowing what he was talking about. He hadn't had a cigarette in two years.

Allor looked at him like he was crazy. "Well my pack's in my room."

Derek went to her room, grabbed a cigarette, and came back.

Allor sighed. "So, what are eating. First we decide on what type of food." she tells Derek.

"I don't care, I'll eat anything," he said, lighting the cigarette and taking a drag.

Sergei sighed. Now he and his kitchen would smell like cigarettes. "Why not Chinese?" he suggested.

A: "Hate the shit. German?"

S: "Too. . .don't know, but no"

A: "Hmmm, what about French?"

S: "I wouldn't what I was ordering, Italian?"

Allor wrinkles up her nose. "Derek any suggestions?"

Derek picked the phone up and ordered a pizza.

Sergei didn't look to happy, but he didn't say anything. Instead he grabbed AL's hand. Got something to show ya." he said practically dragging her behind him.

Derek almost followed them, but decided it'd be better if he didn't.

A loud "OH my ****ing god!" echoed through the mansion. It obviously came from Allor who was excitedly jumping up and down hugging Sergei. "You kept it!" she stood in the garage looking at her fourwheeler. The poor thing must have been at least ten to eleven years old, but it was her favorite.

Derek chuckled. A few minutes later the pizza came.

Allor came running out. She slid to a hault in front of the door beating the butler. She opened the door. "Pizza!" she called taking the pizza handing it to Hillary then paying for it.

Derek put his cigarette out on the table, smirking when he saw the burn mark it left. He left the kitchen and walked casually through the house, wondering if there was anything interesting to see.

Yela jumped Derek. "Where ya goin'? We's got pizza."

"Sneaking around looking for something to steal, what else," Derek joked.

Allor pouted and ground her hips into Derek's. "Not my fourwheeler."

"I didn't know you had a fourwheeler..."

"Well, Sergei's been keeping it for me." she said. "Now are we going to eat or do I have to pursuade you to stuff your face."