Love is for Fools

Boys Will ALWAYS Be Boys

Lucia

He's a jerk. There's no simpler way to put it. He tricked me! That idiot tricked me! I didn't want to be friends with him. Yeah, I know my bad sixth grade romance (if you could even call it that) is not a good enough excuse to stereotype every male but - okay, truth is I'm scared.

Yes, as stupid as it sounds I'm scared of Aaron. He has the looks, the body, and the smarts. Except he doesn't seem to care about how he looks, if anything he seems to ignore the attention. He's nice and friendly, which makes me want to punch him in the face. Why can't he be an asshole? It would be so much easier to dislike him.

Aaron and I can't be friends. It just can't happen. But he got himself into this and I'll make him regret it.

"I hate cleaning the garage!" Eric complained, "It's hot in here!"

I rolled my eyes, "All you did was lift some boxes. Calm down."

He shrugged and started putting some of dad's tools away. "Whatever, I don't see you doing much."

"I'm sweeping you, idiot. It's not exactly a walk in the park."

He glared at me, "Stop calling me that."

"I will once you stop acting like one." I replied, kicking a piece of wood so I can sweep.

"I'm going inside, you can finish by yourself."

I whirled around, "Eric. Mom said we both have to clean, together. I'm not finishing this crap by myself!"

"Whatever," he replied already closing the door.

I huffed and fixed my ponytail. No use wasting my time with him he's just as stubborn as I am. I lifted the box that Eric left lying on the ground and nearly dropped it from how heavy it was.

Okaaay, maybe Eric was right.

I put it back down and frowned. How can I get this little crap across the garage and onto the shelf? Seriously, what do my parents even have in there?

I picked it up again and started walking very slowly across the garage.

I stumbled on my way and placed it back on the ground.

"I give up." I muttered to myself.

"Need help?" I jumped at the voice and turned to face the devil himself, Aaron.

"How long have you been watching me for?" I asked, "Do I need to call the cops?"

He chuckled and shook his head, "Actually," he paused, "I was taking out the trash."

"Right." I agreed.

"Well, do you?"

I quickly rejected his offer. "No. I'm fine."

He shrugged, "I'm helping you anyways." He made his way inside our garage and picked up the box like it weighed nothing. "Where do you want it?"

I crossed my arms, "On the top shelf."

He placed it there and made a face at the mess, "Are you seriously cleaning all this by yourself?"

"Eric is being a brat, so yes." I answered with a shrug.

"Alright." He started picking up the bags I had lying around and made his way to the trash can. "I'll give you a hand. It's not like I'm doing anything."

I scoffed, "I don't need help."

He turned to give me a look, "You clearly do. We're friends aren't we? Friends give eachother a hand."