Pepperoni

It was unorthodox. For Nemo, it was an unusual method. But his motives could not have been any more familiar. It had very nearly become his trademark; his ever-present goal to draw forth a smile, to kick-start a laugh - anything. And these antics were driven by nothing else.

"There is nothing wrong with my phone."
"But you said-"
"Fifty," He and the woman on the phone stated in unison. His voice was concise, her's shaken.
"But that's - I don't think we -"
"Alright, alright. How about ten?"
"O-Okay," She stuttered through her mouthpiece.
"Okay?" Nemo asked with a grin that could be seen clearly across the line, "Okay! Awesome!"

He was more successful in his second attempt.

"Fifty?"
"Yeah, fifty. Whadya say?"
"Fifty?" He sounded no less surprised than his counterpart from this restaurant's rival.
"Yes - yes! I need fifty! Can I get fifty pizzas?"

Alas, after four calls made to every pizza parlor within a driving distance, Nemo had achieved his goal. And with the assistance of an acquaintance in the lower levels of the Ministry and one particularly frustrating motel receptionist, plus an additional waiting period of forty-two minutes, his greeting to had Matt arrived.

Nemo withdrew his mobile from a pocket in his torn denims, shifting on the bench outside of the motel in anticipation of his planned chaos. He turned the device in his hands, flicking it past his fingers as he awaited the phone call from Matt that would ensure that everything had gone accordingly.

Surely, Matt would deduce who had arranged this fiasco. And in the case that he didn't, Nemo had spelt out in mushrooms and peperoni a sloppy message across each of the fifty pies:

Wuzzup, Sexy?!
- Mo

After his little episode and a reunion with an old flame Matt had needed some rest. There was a reason he didn't get drunk. Not only combined with his incredible tolerance of the substance but he would indulge in so much that it required days to exit his system. More or less he was back to normal-and normal included those hellish nightmares and the depression that occurred out of nowhere. He understood however, he was not alone. He had some of the greatest people behind him. Milo, Jess, Khaat, hell even Nemo. But he hadn't seen Nemo in ages. He was getting steadily worried about the lack of contact from his companion.

Matt had gotten used to the "comfort" of most motel beds. He stuck to his usual routine of motel hopping. As far as he was concerned if he stayed somewhere longer than a week he was screwed. It seemed as though the only people that were able to find him were Mo and Milo. But Milo always knew where Matt was, it was a connection they couldn't break. But back to the point. Matt had fallen asleep over the covers of his latest flea infested comforter. Some muggle news was blaring in the background but it didn't wake him. Nor did the knock on the door that was the pizza man. And after a very loud knock suddenly Matt's eyes were open.

"Hilary Duff!" he said suddenly as he jolted upwards. Groggy eyed he surveyed his surroundings. He was back in the hotel room, not in the chair. He wiped his brow, it was covered in sweat. He sighed and swung his legs to the floor, pulling his wand out he walked to the door. Looking through the peephole he placed his wand on the side table by the door. It was a pizza man. Matt was confused and a little unnerved.

"Yeah. I got 50 pizza's here for a Sparky." the delivery person said as Matt opened the door.
"Sparky?" he said confused.
The man barged into the room and put them down in the table.
"Yeah, you gonna pay or what?" he asked.
Matt remembered, Nemo. He grinned cheekily and grabbed his wand from the table. Mo was going to make him pay for all this pizza? The pizza man stared him down. "Confudus." Matt muttered and pointed his wand at the muggle. After a few moments of confusion the pizza man left without a single pound.

"That cheeky bastard." Matt said to himself as he opened the first of the many pizzas. Of course, he would do that. He surveyed the message sent by his friend. He shut the door and waited for the arrival of his friend. Ready to shove one of the pizzas right in his face.

No plan was perfect. And when said flaws in Nemo’s domino chain mingled with his impatience, quite quickly he grew frenzied. “I ordered fif-ty pizzas for my b!tch - duh, duh duh, duh duh. DUH! NAH, NAH!” Nemo sang in the stylings of blues whilst continuing to toss his phone between his jittery hands.

His voice rose impossibly louder, until he was certain that it could not be missed by the focus of his attention as he sang, “Su-pposed to call me but he didn’t – duh duh, duh duh. DUH! NAH NAH! Duh, duh duh, duh duh.” He leapt from the bench atop his heals and spun upon them to face the windows above, arms extended at his sides while he belted: “I’m all alone! Waitin’, by the phone. For some pizza-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!” He swung his right arm wildly, as though strumming a guitar, “All alone! Ain’t Sexy home? With my pizza?!”

Evidently, 'Anything for a laugh’ was a high-maintenance slogan.

There was a pretty big flaw in Matt's epic pizza plan; Mo wasn't showing up. Matt must have checked his watch four times in a minute. Yet there was no sign of the face full of stubble Matt ever enjoyed staring at and making fun up. He gave up, he tossed the pizza on top of the other pizza's and grabbed a piece. The Bastard's planning something, I know it. he thought to himself. And so he plopped back on the king sized bed and pulled out his mobile telephone. But did he really want to give in so easily?

He'd make Nemo wait for a while. The tension would kill him, unless he was singing in his underwear. Then Matt was safe to have a nice relaxing bubble bath. Then again he was bored as f*ck and needed something to occupy his time that wasn't soapy and or girly. After much mental debate he began to dial Nemo's telephone number. As the the phone began to ring he quickly thought of a very quick scheme. He held his wand to his throat and muttered "Sonorus". Nemo was definitely going to get an earful out of Matt...