Is This Considered A Cliche?

Chapter Six | Boys Are Worse Than Pineapple Trees (Part One)

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by M-A-COYNE

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Chapter Six

B o y s A r e W or s e T h a n P i n e a p p le T r e e s

PART ONE

There comes a point in your life when you just want to sit back, pop a soda open, and just let life go. So the son of the most powerful mafia wants you? Who cares? So your two best friends have been lying to you about their family? No big deal. So the guy that you have been falling for's family killed your best friends parents? Pft, that happens everyday!

Then reality hits you in the face, making you spill your soda on your favorite blouse, and you shout; "Holy shit! What the hell am I supposed to do?!"

I let out a sigh as pushed around the Fruit Loops in my bowl. Why am I even asking myself that? I already know what I'm going to do. I had been up all night crying and contemplating.

"Alright," My mom said, setting down the paper. "That was your third sigh this morning, want to tell me what's going on?"

I shook my head. "Nothing, I'm just...stressed is all..."

"Nothing, I'm just stressed is all..." my mother repeated in her mocking voice.

"Ah! Don't do that!"

"Ah! Don't do that!"

"Stop it!"

"Stop it!"

"You're so annoying! Fine! You win! I'll tell you!" I pushed my Fruit Loops away begrudgingly. "You don't play fair," I mumbled under my breath.

"That's why I always win," my mother stated, taking a sip of her coffee. "Now, tell me what's wrong? Please tell me you aren't pregnant."

"Mom! No!" Why were moms so embarrassing? "I'm just having problems with this boy..."

My mother sat up straight in her chair and grabbed both of my hands in hers. "Are you serious? You're having boy troubles?"

"Um...yes..."

My mother let out a happy squeal. "Oh, I've been waiting for this day! I finally get to talk to my daughter about boy troubles! It took you so long, though. For awhile, I though you might be a lesbian."

"...Do you want to know or what?"

"I want to know, I want to know," my mom said, letting go of my hands. "So what's the problem?"

"There's this boy....I've only known him a few days but I think I really like him but...his family doesn't have the...best of backgrounds, and he's on bad terms with Sofia and Natale..."

My mother nodded her head. "Ah, the old 'should I choose the boy or my best friends?' problem."

"It's not really an issue anymore, though," I said. I gulped down the rest of my apple juice. "Of course I'm going to choose Sofia and Natale..."

My mother let out a loud sigh. "So boring; you're first boy problem and you didn't even let my help you come to a decision." She stood up, set her coffee mug in the sink and place a kiss on my head. "I'm heading out; do you want a ride to school?"