Summary: It’s ‘Less is More Week’ in Emily’s book! But that doesn’t mean reducing everything, does it? And the guy Emily is crushing on is making fun of her! Does there have to be less love too?
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Less is More Week
by sayacinari

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“Less is More Week?! Emily, you freak!” I gave my friend a look, and sighed, before turning away from her and opening my locker.

“I know you’re all weird when it comes to saving the earth, and preventing global warming, but wearing that ugly bright ‘Save the earth!’ t-shirt? That’s crazy! And totally blowing your image.”

“I thought we agreed on that I was okay with your crazy money spending antics on piles of clothes that you only wear once and that you would lay off on what I believe.” I explained in exaggeration at her, crossing my arms over my t-shirt, which did indeed say ‘Save the earth!’ with the planet underneath it.

“Okay, okay, I’ll lay off about it. But what if Rob sees you in this? I don’t think he’ll ask you out wearing that.”

I glared at her.

“What?” She said innocently, “I just think that every girl should look great in front of the guy she likes.”

“If Rob really likes me back, then he wouldn’t care about what I’m wearing but how beautiful I really am underneath.” I shot back.

She scoffed, giving my attire another disapproving look, “Yeah, I’m sure he’ll look past the mustard yellow sweat pants you’re wearing that says ‘REDUCE’ on the rear end.”

Oh no. Maybe my best friend’s right. What would Robthink if he saw me?! No, no, no! I shouldn’t care about what he might think! I’M A GREEN PERSON! I WALK TO SCHOOL! I RECYCLE! I USE RECHARGEABLE BATTERIES! I DON’T USE PLASTIC BAGS! I PLANT TREES! No wait… I’m thinking about planting trees.

“No! I will not be pressured by you!” I exclaimed passionately to my best friend, “I want to save the earth and prevent global warming!”

“Yeah, yeah. I just hope that Rob doesn’t mistaken the ‘REDUCE’ on your sweat pants to mean reducing, as in reducing the size of your huge butt.” She said jokingly.

“KAYLA!” I cried, outraged.

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I was eating my packed lunch from home out of my lunch bag (I don’t use the brown paper bags. I mean, people usually just throw them away after one use. What a waste! Plus, they rip easily.) when a cute dirty blonde hair boy came up to the tree I was sitting up against.

“Rob!” I said immediately, and shot up when he stood in front of me, grinning.

“Nice shirt.” He said, looking as if he was trying to keep his laughter in.

“Err, thanks.”

“Hey, I think you dropped something.”

“Oh!” I was playing with my ring while I was eating before he came. I must have dropped it somewhere…

I turned around, my back was to Rob, and finding the ring, I bent down to retrieve it. While I was slipping the ring back onto my thumb, I heard laughter. I turned around to see Rob laughing.

“Sorry,” he said through his laughter. I winced.

“It’s the pants, isn’t it?”

“It’s just that I really wanted to laugh! ‘REDUCE’ on your sweat pants has nothing to do with it! Believe me!”

I felt my face burn up, as I blushed tomato red. Kayla was right! Rob found my ‘REDUCE’ pants funny! He was laughing at it!

So, I turned, prepared to walk away from the boy I had a crush on for years, who was laughing as if there was something funny about my sweat pants!

Oh no, he must think my butt’s huge! Crap!

“No, hold on Emily! I have to talk to you.” Rob said, grabbing my wrist, his laughter ceasing.

With a sigh, I turned back around to face him, waiting expectantly for him to continue.

He suddenly looked nervous, as if he was debating something in his heads. After 10 minutes had passed, (Okay, I was exaggerating.) he still hadn’t spoken anything.

“Rob… if you’ve got nothing else to say…” I trailed off.

“Okay, I want to say this! So why exactly are you wearing a bright green oversized t-shirt that says ‘Save the earth!’ and a mustard yellow pants that says ‘REDUCE’ on the back?” He said this all seriously. “I’m joking!” He exclaimed, when he saw the expression my face, and let’s just say I wasn’t pleased with this. Come one, how could I? The guy I was crushing on was making fun of me!

“It’s ‘Less is More Week’, okay? Why doesn’t everyone just get off my back about it?! And it’s people like you that are causing global warming. Useless people that litter, don’t recycle, and don’t clean up after their dogs!” I said angrily. Oh, he pissed me off!

But he didn’t seem to be effected by my angry outburst. Another grin appeared on his cute face, his blue eyes filled with laughter, “I throw my trash in the garbage can, so I don’t litter. I know to recycle, blue for recycling after all. And I don’t own a dog. But I clean up after my baby sister when she throws her food on the floor.”

Wow. Then he’s like, perfect. He’s cute, perfect, with dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes.

I forgot my anger; instead I was gazing dreamily into his strikingly blue eyes. I could see it in my head! Us, walking together hand in hand towards a beautiful sunset at a park. A park without litter, obedient dogs that don’t poo everywhere, and beautiful green, garbage free grass and clean air to breathe in. I sighed.

“Emily.” He said, staring back into my own blue eyes.

“Yeah?” I was still gazing into his blue eyes, lost in my own illusions.

“Since it’s ‘Less is More Week’, I think I’ll leave the asking you to dinner tonight for another day.”

“Huh, what?” I immediately snapped out of my daze at the word ‘date’.

He smiled, “Instead, how about I give you a kiss?”

A kiss?! First, he said he was going to ask me to dinner tonight, but then he changed his mind, which sucked, but then he’s still going to give me a kiss?! All because of ‘Less is More Week?” WOWIE!

I leaned closer to him, closing my eyes. Rob was going to kiss me! I was so excited; I continued to lean forward, hoping to meet his lips.

But I opened my eyes, confused when my lips met nothing. Instead, I saw an amused Rob, nowhere near my lips! I blushed, thinking of how stupid and desperate I must have looked.

Rob reached into his jacket and dug out a packet of chocolates.

“Here’s your kiss.” He said, reaching for my hand, an amused expression still on his face, as he placed the small packet of Hershey’s Kisses into my hand.

“Huh?”

I just stared at him, stunned. What about my kiss?

All I did was just stand there and look like a freaking idiot with a packet of Hershey’s Kisses in my hand when I had just five seconds ago been leaning in, thinking Rob was going to kiss me.

“I guess you’ll just have to wait for your kiss next week, when ‘Less is More Week’ is over.” He laughed, winking at me, before turning around, and walking away.

DAMN IT ALL! KAYLA WAS RIGHT! DAMN HER AND DAMN THE FREAKING PANTS AND DAMN THE STUPID FREAKING ‘LESS IS MORE WEEK’!

But just because I was cursing the ‘Less is More Week’, I still could see Rob and I walking together hand in hand towards a beautiful sunset at a park. A park without litter, obedient dogs that don’t poo everywhere, and beautiful green, garbage free grass, and clean air to breathe in.

Damn. But I could’ve gotten a kiss, if it weren’t for the pants…

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Fin.

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A/N- Please review and tell me how it was. I would love to hear on what you thought of this one-shot. I'm worried that there's not enought humour. But thank you for reading! This was fun to write. :)