*Logan's POV*
I was in my room, pulling at my tie. I had just gotten home from work, so I was still in my work clothes. I had my tie unknotted and my top shirt-buttons undone, when I heard the doorbell ring. I stepped out of my room, and walked down the hall towards the front door, to see my sister, Valerie, and gotten there before me. She was taking a large pizza box from the hands of a uniformed man.
He was chatting with her a bit, and flashed her a brilliant white smile before handing her the debit machine.
"So, what's your name, fair maiden?"
Valerie flushed a little bit. "Valerie. And it's... Roman?" She asked, looking down at the name-tag the delivery man had pinned to the front of his uniform.
The man nodded, leaning against the doorway. "So, Valerie... could I maybe get your number, or something?"
I coughed uncomfortably. "Is everything okay over here?"
Roman popped his head through the doorway, and froze. He eyed me up and down, before saying: "Damn, can I get your number?"
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Incorrect Sanders Sides
FanfictionShort little drabbles about the Sanders Sides. Mostly meant to make you laugh. All ships are included (except romantic Creativitwins) Character Credit goes to Thomas Sanders and the other creators behind the Sanders Sides
