Not the Same

Savior (Part 1)

Kian's POV

            After I called for a taxi, I instantly got a call from Connor. "Hello," I say.

            "Hey, Kian," Connor says. "We're gonna order something. Is there anything in particular that you want?"

            "I'm fine with anything, dude," I say. "However, pizza does sound pretty good right now."

            "One pizza coming right up," Connor says. "Hurry back."

            "Okay, thanks man," I say and hang up the phone.

            After I hung up the phone, my taxi had arrived. I jump inside and tell the driver to take me to Joey's place. During the drive, I looked at the passing buildings and thought about Ricky and his amnesia.

            I can't believe Ricky has amnesia and it's up to me and Connor to save him. I hope we'll be able to help Ricky. Ricky has always been there for me. Now it's my turn to be there for him. As my final thought passed through my mind, the taxi pulled up to Joey and Cat's building. I exit the taxi and paid the driver.

            I turn to the building and start making my way to the apartment. It only took a couple minutes to get to the apartment. I knock on the door and Cat instantly opens the door. "Hey, Kian," Cat says.

            "Hey, Cat," I say.

            I walk in and see that Connor and Joey were cuddled up on the couch while they watched a sappy love story movie on the TV. I've never been into romance movies; I'm more of a horror and action fan. "Hey, guys," I say.

            "Hey," they say in unison.

            Cat closes the door, but as soon as she closes it, another knock came to the door. Cat answers the door again to find it was the pizza man with two boxes of pizzas. He was fairly young, about eighteen years old with spiked brown hair and a slender body. "I have two pizzas for a Mr. Fanta," he said mispronouncing Connor's last name with a British accent.

            Cat, Joey, and I were silently laughing as we looked at Connor. Connor had a look of amusement painted on his face as he heard the error. "It's Franta, but that's me," Connor says with a laugh.

            "Oh, I'm so sorry," the pizza man said. "My co-worker, Brandi has horrible handwriting."

            The man shows me and Cat the ticket he was given. We look at the ticket and we simultaneously think the same thing. "Connor if I didn't know your name, I wouldn't have even come close to saying your name going by this," Cat says. "Looking at this, it looks like it says Conrad Franklin."

            "That's better than my guess," I say. "I thought it said, Corey Fuchsia."

            Connor and Joey walk over and look at the ticket as well. "And I thought my handwriting was bad," Connor says.

            "You're amazing if you can read this," Joey says, complimenting the pizza man.

            "How often do you mispronounce a customer's name because of this," I ask curiously.

            "More than I would like to admit," he says.

            Connor pulls out his wallet and asks, "How much do we owe you?"

            "Fifteen bucks," he says.

            "That's pretty cheap," Joey says. "I've ordered this before and it's a lot more than that."