Such A Silly Game We Play

If You Really Want It

"HELLOOOOO PERSON OF THIS ROOM!" I shouted as I entered Jeff's room, which was now covered with empty and half-empty brown boxes. Mom and dad was downstairs helping out Uncle Joe and Aunt Manna, Cris wasn't home because she was still at boarding school, she just went home yesterday after hearing the news. Marion was at his room, sorting out his 'KEEP' toys with his 'DONATION' ones.

"Wow, you look energized today. Drank too much coffee?" Jeff said looking tired, exhausted, and sweaty from packing up. Well, to be honest, he looked kind of attractive wearing a basketball jersey and a pair of jeans. Oh god, shut up Leena! Keep it together!

"Ha-ha. Well, yes actually. Mom told me that I would be helping you guys out. So, where do you want me?" I looked around his room which was pretty much still full of stuff. For a boy, he had a lot of stuff.

"Seriously, you're going to help me pack."

"Do I not look serious to you?" I said with a straight face. "Why don't I start with your shelf?" I was already grabbing an empty box as I walked towards his shelf.

"Okay, go wild."

I started placing his DVD collection of all sorts of movies and series into the box, then after that all of his books. I looked back at Jeff who was still fixing his clothes. Man he's slow. And lastly, I packed up the things at the very top of his shelf, which were picture frames. Some were pictures of him with his mom and dad, with Cris and Marion, a collage of John and a couple more boys whom I didn't know anymore, a group of girls, and a picture of him standing beside a girl. Jeff noticed me since I wasn't moving and putting things and boxes anymore, I was staring at their picture.

"Hey. What's up?" He looked confused.

"Are these your high school friends?" I asked him as I showed him the photo. His face didn't look confused anymore, he was more like staring at the picture.

"Uhm.... yeah," he stuttered, "Yeah, more of my other friends. John's there." He looked down at his box and continued to pile up his clothes.

"Yeah, I can see." I placed the photo inside the box. "Okay, I'm done!"

"ALREADY?"

"Yeah, well....I'm done with the shelves. You're just slow." He looked at my box and then looked at his. He looked disappointed at how much he was progressing, which made him look cute. "You are seriously going to keep all of those clothes? Really? I bet those don't fit you anymore."

"Yeah, well I like them okay. And these are legit jerseys if you must know! I spent my money on these!" He picked up a Lakers jersey which obviously didn't fit him anymore.

"It wouldn't hurt to donate them, you know. That's what Marion is doing with his toys. And besides, if you do good things, better things will get back to you." Oops, I sounded a little too dramatic. But as I looked at him, I realized that he was staring at me and was smiling a little. I blushed. "Okay, sorry. I mean.. you know... it's good to donate."

He kept staring and smiling at me, which was getting really uncomfortable now. But heck, I liked it. "Why are you saying sorry?"