Blind Onion Pizza Portland Novels & Stories

He looked at me and smiled, which I reluctantly mirrored. We arrive at the diner and chose to sit at the red booth nearest the door. Bradley offered to get us both plates and told me to make myself comfortable, maybe not all chivalry was dead? I would certainly savor the time that he and I had together alone, even if it were for a short while. He returned with two plates of giant slices of mushroom pizza. I thanked him and looked down at my plate; the mushrooms were shriveled and the crust was stale. “Why aren’t you eating?” Bradley asked through a mouth full of pizza.

She had a smile on. "Let's sit, I will bring the orange juice." Jasmine said as she opened the boxes of pizza. One for each of them, she brought out the glasses and poured the juice. She was distracted. She couldn't believe it. She sat down and raised her brows. Lily placed the first pizza, the chicken and veggie pizza. It was cheesy, hot and spicy. It's how they liked it, it had been ages but they still shared some things. "How did you get the pizza? I ordered from the place too. And did they mix up the order? I ordered small sizes and yet they delivered big sizes? Jasmine asked out of curiosity but the answer she soon got from her old pal shocked her.

I’m going to tell her later how proud I am of her, when we can speak privately. “I want pineapple,” Violet says, sniffling. “And ham?” I ask. It’s a battle in our house between those who like Hawaiian style pizza and those who hate it. As Garnar is firmly against it, we rarely have it as a family. If Violet and I are alone, we indulge. Without Garnar, there’s nothing holding her back from her favorite. “And ham,” Violet confirms. Miles laughs, and it’s a warm sound that lights up everyone’s attitude.

"Did you order a whole box just for me?" Noah laughed as he took a slice himself, "The other pizza was half and half because Luke likes pineapple and nobody else does. The other guys wanted olives which I just learnt you are allergic to." I gave him an amused look, "You're telling me you're sticking with cheese because I'm allergic to olives?" Noah gave me a flat look but didn't hide his amusement, "Nope. I am sticking with cheese and only cheese because I don't like pineapple on pizza."

"Come on. Let's get pizza." I faked crying, clutching my heart. "I love you, Landon." He pursed his lips, and dragged me to his motorbike, not saying anything before we reached the pizza place we usually went to. It was a small pizzeria just near our university. It was usually populated by kids our age, and the occassional millenial couple. They had really, really great pizza. Landon and I always got the pepperoni, because he hated to experiment, but one time I'd come with Aiden, and we'd had the seafood pizza. It had been really good!

" Yep, I ordered us some Papa Johns. " That's my favorite pizza place, they have amazing cheese sticks which make my mouth water just thinking about them. Their cheese, pepperoni, and customized pizzas are the best. We normally just order the customized pizza with pepperoni, peppers, olives, bacon, and onions. My favorite topping are onions, we order the olives for my uncle though. I don't know how he likes those things. " Coolio. " I get my keys and just as I'm about to head out the door my uncle says " Be back soon we have some news. "

I got up from my bed and made my way to Jared. The pizza had arrived; Jared was eating the hamburger Blaze had made me, which upset me slightly. I'm guessing that because my hamburger was gone. Blaze had made my hamburger perfectly as if he knew how I would like it. I grabbed a paper plate and filled it with chips and some salsa. Then I grabbed another paper plate and got myself four pieces of pizza. I looked over to see Blaze and Tanner grabbing some beers from the fridge. Blaze glanced over at Jared and then at me. A flash of annoyance crossed his face. Then he walked off with Tanner.

Her hair was tied back into a short ponytail, and she had foregone her usual expensive jewelry. He genuinely liked this version of Fiona, away from the bright lights and big city. “God, I can taste the fresh basil in this pizza,” Fiona moaned, taking a gooey bite. “I know. Most of the restaurants get their produce from the organic farms around here. I wouldn’t be surprised if one or more ingredients in our meal came from Nicky’s place.” He watched as Fiona’s expression clouded over as she chewed and rolled her eyes. “What was that?” he asked,

"I kind of want to get out and breath some fresh air. We've been hauled up in here all day." "If you're offering, I won't argue." Chris beamed a smile at me, stretching his legs out on my bed as he got himself more comfortable. "Half pepperoni, half whatever you guys want." Michelle and I looked at each other, simultaneously locking gazes. "Olives, onions, feta," we both spoke in perfect sync. It was the same pizza order we would always get. Chris scrunched up his face as he looked between Michelle and I. "That was utterly creepy. Please never do that again."

she insists and she grabs me by the arm and pulls me through the quad. The end-of-summer warmth is giving way to a bit of fall chill as we work our way through campus to the shops and restaurants that line the west side. A large pizza glowing on a sign across the street welcomes us to “The Best Pizza in Crescent City.” “Oh good,” she nods towards the entrance. “He’s here. I was worried he wouldn’t show.” I follow her gaze and see Thorne leaning against a brightly painted mural of dancing pizza slices while scrolling through his phone and shaking his head. When he hears us approach, his head snaps up and his gaze grows suspicious as it lands on me.