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ding dong.
the pizza arrived.
as the jerry's pizza man was waiting for the owner of the very modern manor he's standing right in front of, his heart was pounding inside his chest. he's finally going to meet his idol!.... andrew tate.
he rang the doorbell 3 times... and he's still not coming. the haze of this romanian cold night is sticking on his skin, transforming into dewdrops of sweat.
- P-Pizza's here!
oh god, why isn't he coming already!? his chest is going to explode of excitement if he stays here for too long. all alone, in the dark of the night, with only two lamps and the moonlight lighting into this void.
bedsides the blurry fence, the door of the manor opened. a big , BIG, mass of meat and muscles went out into the front garden.
major drops of sweat falling down his boiling skin, blink blink, blush blush. the pizza man cannot handle this anymore!!!
"what if he likes me back? maybe he will bring me inside his house, his bed, his life... and... in exchange.... i'll let him inside me. even more, i'll BEG him to shove all of his being into me. he's my favorite person, and, if i'll be his favorite person... that'll be.. hmhmhm~~~"
the shillouette is coming closer and closer to the door.
"he taught me so many things... if i'll tell him how much i love him, maybe he would teach me even more about myself.."
almost there...
and a question started to flick inside his mind.
"what if i cannot handle it??? what if i'm going to block myself??? am i just going to hand over his pizza, he's going to just stare at me, give me the money and going to shove the door in my nose???? this would be the worst scenario ever...
and the most likely."
the enormous hand caressed the metalic handle of the door and pressed on it. the door opened...
andrew tate was standing tall in front of the door. he was wearing only a black tank top, and some black shorts, like normally a fuckboy would wear. his sweaty wet pecs and arm muscles were shining in the moonlight, along with his characteristic pair of sunglasses. he even wears sunglasses at night, what a legend. his radiant, fabulous, extravagant, enormous, fantastic, mirobollant beauty was blinding the poor pizza twink's eyes.
- Why are you looking at me like that? Give me the pizza boxes.
- T-That'll be...2-2-25 RON, sir....
- Give me that. (andrew tate pulled the pizza boxes out of the pizza man's shaking arms. idk why he'd do that, he's rich anyway. maybe he's just trying to do some economies by not paying his cheap, trashy food.)
- E-E-Excuse m-me....
- Shut up.
as his lips were producing those harsh words, he pulled out a glock out of his cock, and shoot the pizza man 10 times into his torso, arms, legs, hand palms, and toes.
the strikes of those silver bullets pierced his limbs, pushing him on the lonely road. crimson flowers bloomed on his body, soon pigmentating the grey asphalt of the road like watercolor. in the blurry and trembling vision of the pizza man, the stars are twinkling bright in the void of this romanian sky. tears lingered across the pizza man's face. the pain in his soul was burning harder than any injury of the gun.how much he loved him.... how much he idolised him... how much he wanted to be exactly like him... how much he disappointed him... how much he betrayed him....that time at work... when he was watching for the first time one of his podcasts.... ah... he felt for the first time.. that.. ah.. what was that feeling..?he felt... hopeful..?maybe... wanted... ?or even... happy... ?escaping the shitty reality he was living in... with him... delusioning over delusioning... ah...it dosen't matter anymore. he'll still escape it.even in a way he didn't imagine before... in a way he didn't considered trying...dying.all his life he felt like a... a what... ?
a scum.
he haven't the courage to stand up against the shitty people.
he had a shitty job.
his boss was yelling at him everytime.
he was underpayed.
and overworked.
his family hated him.
everybody laughed at him for nothing.
everyone hated him.
ever since his birth
a total disappointment.
wishing of a delusional future with his idol was the only way he could snap out of the bullshit he was dug in since birth.it dosen't matter anymore... right?
he'll do it alone... for the first time ....
on his own...
as the pain was metamorphosing into a numb and warm lurky sensation... he smiled for the last time.and the stars on this melancholic romanian night are still shining.