Putting the pizzas in the back seat, making sure to set them so they wouldn't fall over, Peter got into the passenger seat. "I can't help it, baby. They were being incredible assholes. Was I supposed to let them just say that stuff to you? Dutch probably would have tried to kill us if I hadn't stepped up."
He did like that Daniel thought it was hot, though. "I do appreciate that you think it's hot, though." He said, his cheeks flushing a bright red. Sometimes he couldn't help the blushing. Peter pulled his ringing phone out of his pocket. It was Darcy this time. "I swear, Darce, we're on the way. The pizza place was nuts and so is the traffic. We just got the pizza though and we're headed to you guys."
"Really? Because a video went viral of you kicking the crap out of some kid in the pizza place parking lot." Came the biting tone of his older sister. Peter's face went pale, and he tried to find the words.