That High School Love ·Levi x reader·

Obsessed

"This is not what I thought you meant when you said 'shopping'."

Levi and I stand in front of a cleaning store.

"What? It's their grand opening."

He points at the banner above us, simply saying in bold letters GRAND OPENING. It wasn't even those fancy banners. So cheap and lame. My eyes starts to twitch.

"Levi. This is a fucking mall and the first place you want to take me to is a cleaning supply store? I'm leaving."

"No you aren't."

Before I could even turn around, he grabs my wrist and drags me inside. A little old Asian guy welcomes us by smiling. I look at Levi, staring around in awe. His mouth wide open and his eyes were sparkling. All I see were bottles and sticks with bristles on them. This place smells of lemons and bleach. He takes a hold of my arm and forces me to walk around the aisles.

"This is boring."

"No it's not. Its fun."

I exaggerate a sigh. He lets go of my arm and stops us at the very back of the store. Literally the whole wall was displayed with brooms. Foreign looking but all of them were the same.

"Why did we stop here?"

I tilt my head to an angle. He ignores me and rubs his chin, carefully examining each individual broom. I roll my eyes. This is pointless. A couple seconds later he finally tells me why.

"Because I need your help."

He gently touches a broom. As if he was going to break it. Goddam clean freak.

"Help?"

"Yes. I can't choose. Which one?"

He looks at me with a straight face. I want to say how fucking stupid this is but fuck it. I grab a decent looking one and show him.

"I think this one is good."

He gives me a wtf face and pinches the bridge of his nose. He takes the cleaning stick out of my hand and carefully places it back on the wall.

"Since when is that one ok? Since when is that one ever usable?"

Is he serious? Oh my g-

"All. The. Brooms. Are. Exactly. Alike."

He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. His expression gives off a tone that's saying 'Oh really?'

"Stupid brat. Oh, oh yah every broom is alike. Yeah. Hell No. Pay attention. This is very important for you to know."

He motions me to follow him. He picks out a plain looking broom.

"See, this is not like the other brooms. This is a worthless piece of shit."

"Well that's mean."

Poor broom.

"What the fuck? These beautiful pieces that man has created, do not have feelings. Obviously. But this one is ruining the other ones. This one is a disgrace you know why?"

"Cause you have problems..." I quietly mumble out.

"No not that. Dammit you're supposed to be paying attention. This one is too weak. It will ware out easily. Its bristles are too fucking thin and short."

"It's still usable though."

He does have problems. But he's critizing the broom so cruelly, it's tempting me to actually buy it. He talks about another broom's flaws. First he says that they're beautiful but he points out what's wrong with them. Ok then.