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Post by harlow on Jul 14, 2011 17:37:41 GMT -4
(i'm sorry! i'll make this prettier later.)
since the day brooklyn fire joined relapse records, harlow had been exploring los angeles. she enjoyed the city, even though it was more of the hustle and bustle not even comparable to bradenton. she liked exploring the popular city and somehow, she sometimes finds places that she hasn't been before. it happens to be a rare occasion, but if she finds something worth exploring, she'll go for it. one of those places was the local pizzeria. she never really had eaten pizza since she was in bradenton.
the first time she ever got pizza was somewhere in new york city when she was seven years of age. after all, new york city is famous for its pizza. it was the best pizza she had ever had there. it was probably the best pizza she ever had in her seven years she had been living. she could not compare it because it was her first time trying it, but she stuck to thinking that this was how real pizza was supposed to taste like. anything else would not compare to it. all the pizza needed was a crust, sauce, and cheese and it was simply amazing. the next experience with pizza was less excitable though.
when harlow was sixteen, she was brave to try the pizza in bradenton. she had not had pizza since new york, and she knew no other place would be a phenomenal as that place in new york. she walked into the local pizzeria. she was daring that day, so she ordered a few slices of anchovy pizza, despite everyone's hate for the fishy topping. when harlow got the pizza, she took a few bites and thought it was okay. it wasn't the best, nor was it the worst. after the two slices of pizza, however, she felt like she was going to upchuck the food she just consumed. harlow went to the bathroom and just in time, she upchucked into the toliet. she felt better, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, her cheeks were swollen. she kew she was allergic to something in the pizza. she managed to escape the pizzeria and go home. a few days later, her doctor confirmed that she had an anchovy allergy when she consumes the fish. and she never ate pizza since that day.
however, harlow was feeling brave to try los angeles' pizza. she knew not to get anchovies this time; she learned her lesson from her past experience. she waltzed into the pizzeria, her stomach grumbling, a sign she was hungry. there was a distinct line from the door to the counter to order pizza. this told harlow that this place could be promising. if it was as busy as it was, it has to mean that their food is delicious. harlow's stomach growled again; the muffin and light yogurt she had for breakfast did not seem to last long. she was going light on the breakfast because she had been watching her weight. this time would not be an excuse. she knew exactly what she wanted: two slices of cheese pizza. she looked at all the topping options. she chose not to experiment or risk her life today, even though they had a variety of options.
the only thing was the line. the line was long and everyone seemed to take forever to order their desired food. it felt like it would take years to get to the front. her stomach continued to communicate to harlow that it needed food. she was tempted to go to a different place, but she was already stuck in the middle of the line with no escape. to make the wait seem a little less long, harlow looked at her cellphone. she had another missed call from the guy who claimed to be her father. she had not seen him since she was one, and she did not remember him at all. the only reference she had to him was the one picture that was taken at the hospital the day she was born. that was it. he is part of the reason behind her self-consciousness. he was not there for most of her life. because of this, harlow thought she was not good enough for him. she figured that if she was not good enough for her father, she was not good enough to anyone, despite her mother's supportive attitude toward harlow. she decided to ignore him because why would he be calling nineteen years later? he was not worth anything to harlow.
eventually, she made it to the front of the line. "i'd like two slices of cheese pizza please," she ordered shyly. harlow took out a twenty dollar bill from her denim shorts' pocket and handed it to the cashier. then, she had to wait a few more minutes. during those minutes, she noticed a guy in line behind her who seemed to look familiar. he must have been from relapse because she knew almost all the faces around relapse. harlow did not want to talk to him because he was sort of handsome. so, harlow looked away and her eyes wandered around the pizzeria as she waited for her pizza.
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tagged: maxwell (tati)
words: eight hundred and sixty-six
notes: this is not my best. Dx
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