Pizza from Cali
“Okay guys I gotta go, my pizza is here.”
“Aww.”
“Where’s my pizza?”
“Get your own.”
“Bye guys!”
OR
In which Reggie has to leave the game to eat pizza, and Bobby wants some
Ship: Boggie, kinda
Word Count: 879
Reggie was playing Call of Duty with his friends. They’re a group of gamers from all over the US and they call themselves Sunset Curve, Julie doesn’t understand why but she lets them do their own thing. None of them live close to each other, Reggie lives in LA, Bobby in NYC, Luke lives in Minnesota and Alex in Oklahoma.
He knew he couldn’t play for too long because his dad had ordered take out for dinner, his sister Julie was going to get him when it arrived.
“Oh come on!” Bobby yelled through the headset. “Luke you were supposed to cover me.”
“I’m sorry I got distracted,” Luke apologized.
“Were you thinking of Reg’s sister again?” Alex teased.
“Yeah...” Luke mumbled and Reggie got annoyed.
“Can you stop Luke? Like seriously dude she’s my sister, that’s weird,” Reggie complained.
“Yeah and it gets me killed,” Bobby tagged on.
“Not the point Bobbers,” Reggie rolls his eyes.
“It is to me, Reginald,” Bobby retorted.
It was then that Julie knocked on Reggie’s bedroom door, “Reg?”
“Yeah Jules?” he replied, moving the mic away from his mouth.
“The pizza is here.”
“Okay, thanks,” he said before moving the mic back. “Okay guys I gotta go, my pizza is here.”
“Aww,” Luke groaned.
“Where’s my pizza?” Bobby joked and they all laughed.
“Get your own,” Alex laughed.
“Bye guys,” Reggie insisted and the rest of the guys chorused back.
He left the group call and turned off his computer. He took off his headset and went downstairs, still laughing to himself.
He looked at the pizza with a grin on his face, “God, I love pizza.”
They all sat down and Carlos said grace, not without thanking God for the pizza delivery guy of course. They ate their dinner, Reggie still chuckling to himself.
“What’s so funny, mijo?” Rose asked him.
“Just Bobby,” he replied.
“What did he do now?” Carlos asked.
“He asked where his pizza was when I had to leave the game.”
“You know you could send him pizza, right?” Julie questioned before taking another bite of pizza.
“What?”
“You know his address, right?” Julie reminded him. The Molinas were in New York earlier that year and Reggie and Bobby decided to meet up. They were the only two of Sunset Curve who had actually met each other in real life.
“But he lives in New York,” Reggie countered.
“You can order it online,” Ray said. “In fact, Carlos, why don’t you help him do that.”
“Wait, really?” Reggie smiled in disbelief.
“Sure, Reggie,” Rose smiled. “Just finish your dinner first.”
He did just that, Reggie devoured the pizza, but that’s not to say he didn’t savor it, it is his favorite food after all. And when he was finished Carlos helped him order the pizza for Bobby online. He made sure to add in special instructions for the delivery guy to say “Pizza for Bee, from Reg.”
When everyone was finished Reggie went back upstairs to play with the guys again, and he had the biggest grin on his face when he did.
“Alright guys, I’m back,” he said as he joined the group call again.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
“Heyy.”
It was about five minutes since he and Carlos had sent in the order and there was about ten more before the pizza would get to Bobby’s house.
“Let’s play. Now Luke, no more thinking about my sister, we don’t need Bobby rage quitting on us. And if you really like her that much then just text her, please? For our sanity,” Reggie pleaded with the shaggy haired boy.
“Okay, okay,” Luke sighed.
So they played. They played and Reggie was so engrossed in the game that he almost forgot the surprise he had for Bobby until he had heard the faint sound of a doorbell ring through his headset.
“Guys, I’ll be back. Someone’s at my door,” Bobby said before setting down his headset.
Reggie couldn’t hold in his giggles as he awaited Bobby’s return. It only took a second for Alex to call him out on it.
“What are you laughing about?”
“Just wait a second,” Reggie replied, still laughing quietly.
It was then that you could hear Bobby’s heavy footsteps returning, a definite spring in his step. “What the fuck Reginald!”
Reggie burst into laughter at this greeting, Alex and Luke were very confused.
“What’s going on?” Alex bit the bullet and asked.
“How the fuck did you get me pizza from Cali?!” Bobby demanded but Reggie was breathless with laughter.
“Wait, what?” Luke was still confused.
“So the doorbell went, yeah?” Bobby began, “And so I open the door and there’s a pizza guy there and I start to explain that I didn’t order pizza and was beginning to think my phone had done it for me or something because as we all know-“
“The government is always listening,” the boys chorused. Bobby had gone through this with them many times.
“But then the guy says that ‘This is pizza for Bee, from Reg,’ like what the fuck Reginald. He sent me pizza from California!” Bobby exclaimed.
“I ordered it online,” Reggie explained, finally having his breathe back.
“You are a king, Molina. My man is an actual god.”
Reggie blushed at the compliment.