Wow. I am on a writing streak right now. I did not expect to be turning these out so fast. Well, I guess it's better that way. This time it's Olympia's point of view sort of during the beginning part of Show Me the Money. Also, thanks so far to everyone who's read my story! I really appreciate it. 

I had just finished pasting an autographed picture of Evil Mime in my villain scrapbook (now all I needed was Mr. Lighting's autograph for it to be complete), when I decided to make a call to Delivery Debbie's Pizzeria. Otis seemed pretty intent on his work. I could tell by the way his eyebrows scrunched together. He wouldn't mind if I ordered pizza for lunch. He didn't like pizza anyways, which I still find hard to believe. I mean come on! Who doesn't like pizza?

After calling Debbie and placing an order for one large, pepperoni pizza, I turned back to stare at my computer screen. I had decorated the sides of my computer with flowers, sparkles, and anything else that looked interesting. 

I mean if you're going to work then make it fun! Unless your work is already fun then you just have to make it double fun. Which is just like fun, but double.

I glanced over at Otis's desk. It was clean, orderly, and painfully plain. I wonder if he'd let me decorate it.

I thought for a moment then shook my head. 

No, that's the way Otis liked things plain and orderly. A month ago the boringness of it all would have annoyed me. On the first day we met my immediate impression of him was of someone who was solidly serious. Just like a rock, or a solider, or long scary report (I found those extremely serious).

Otis. Even his name sounded serious. It was short, direct, and to the point.

But then I had gotten to know him. Well, I still didn't really know that much about him. But he had relaxed a bit and I had learned that he wasn't always as serious as he seemed.

That was just his personality. In fact, I found his attitude strangely comforting at times.

Not that we didn't disagree about things. For example, the whole Not-Liking-Pizza-Thing still bothers me. Also, he can be extremely boring sometimes. For instance, he's not horribly big on talking, and he'd choose hanging out in the Rock room over the Party room any day.

But when it comes right down to it, there's no one else I 'd rather have as a partner.

He has an awesome smile even though it's rare. That makes it more awesome I guess. I love how his freckles are sort of scattered across his face, like stars, or cinnamon, or really small specks of dirt that for some reason stuck to his cheeks. Ok, maybe not that last one...

"Hey Olympia?"

"Yeah partner?" My voice squeaked unnaturally as I was pulled from my thoughts by Otis's voice. Which was probably for the best because my thoughts got way too carried away with me. Had I really been thinking about his freckles? I am so glad Otis can't read minds.

I sat up in my chair and adjusted my glasses, hoping he hadn't noticed anything strange.

"Why is Delivery Debbie here?" Otis looked slightly puzzled as Debbie walked towards our desks.

"Oh, I ordered a pizza. You seemed kind of busy so I thought you wouldn't mind. Unless you do mind which is fine because I can just tell Debbie to take it back. But then she might not be very happy because she would have had to come all this way only to not deliver a pizz--

"Olympia!" Otis looked a bit amused. "It's fine that you ordered a pizza. I really don't care. In fact I'll help pay for it. Maybe I'll try some this time."

I stopped. Why, why, why had I been rambling on and on like some insane person. I took a breath to calm myself and answered Otis in my normal cheery voice. "Oh...ok. Great. Thanks!"

"Ok guys so that's one large pizza." Debbie handed us our pizza, smiling. I could smell the cheesy goodness hidden under the cardboard box.

"Do you guys need anything else? Like...edible math?"

Otis shook his head for both of us.

"How about..googily glasses also a calculator?"

Again Otis shook his head. After all, we had our watches. Who needs glasses that are calculators? How would you wear them anyways?

Debbie tried one more time, "I also have gum."

Finally, something useful. "I'll take some gum."

Otis made a face. "Yuck. Gum?"

"You don't like gum?" Wow. First pizza and now gum? What kind of person was he? Talk about things we don't agree on.

He shook his head, "Of course not. If you're going to chew something it should be something useful like food. I would not buy gum if it meant saving the world."

"Sometimes you remind me of an old upset man." Hey, I'm only speaking the truth.

Yes, it was true, we didn't always agree on the same things, and yes, he could be boring beyond belief sometimes. But he was still my partner, and serious or not I wouldn't have anyone else in the world.