Francisco Lachowski - Fanfiction

“Are you coming over?” I asked my best friend Amelia. It was a stupid question, she always came over on Fridays. It had been this was for four years now.

“Of course.Why wouldn’t I?” she asked

“I don’t know. Maybe you have a hot date tonight.” I could practically hear her rolling her eyes over the phone.

“Whatever. See you in 45” she said before she hung up the phone.

I walked downstairs to get ready for tonight. I was already in my pajamas. The movies were already out. All I needed now were the snacks. I took everything edible out of the pantry and examined it. Chips? Check. Soda? Check. Sour Straws? Check. Finally, Ben & Jerry’s. No check! Where was that ice cream? As I searched the freezer, and came up empty, I knew where it had probably gone. Tristan.

I stormed back upstairs towards Tristan’s bedroom and pushed the door open.Tristan and Francisco were listening to music. Francisco was on Tristan’s bed, fumbling with a football while my brother was typing a paper. Tristan looked up at me, surprised. There was a spoon dangling from his mouth and an empty carton of Brownie Banner in the hand he wasn’t typing with.

“Hey Jullietta” Tristan said, smiling sheepishly.

“Save it. Thanks for eating my ice cream fat ass.”

“I’m sorry. We were hungry and Francisco brought it up so-” he began to explain.

” I should have known it was your fault.”

Francisco stood up. “Get over it princess. It was one time.”

“Well Francisco, if you haven’t noticed I have a fiery little monster for a best friend and she is on her way here. If she doesn’t get that ice cream I’m the one who has to deal with her all night.” I retorted.

What a jerk! First, he steals my ice cream and then he has the nerve to yell at me to “get over it”. This is why I hate Francisco Lachowski.

Francisco looked apathetic. “It’s not like it’s my problem. Stop inviting Amelia over.”

“Stop eating my stuff!”

I was outraged. Sometimes I couldn’t understand why my brother hung out with him. Francisco is a total jackass. I guess I’d need a Y chromosome to understand.

We were in the middle of arguing when Tristan jumped in.

“Alright, enough guys. Look Francisco, drive Jullietta to the store and pick up a few cartons. If Amelia comes I’ll tell her you’ll be right back.”

In theory it was a good idea. Realistically, however, that wasn’t going to happen. Me and Francisco together was never a good idea.

“Why should I take her?” Francisco bellowed. What was his problem?

“You’re the one who ate it!” I screamed back.

“So? You put it in the fridge and didn’t tell anyone it was yours. Technically, that holds you at fault.” he replied

“It’s my house! It’s my fridge! Why should I have to tell anyone what’s mine? You need to learn to keep your grubby little paws off other people’s stuff” I retorted.

We began to argue again. Except this time it was louder and worse things were said.

“STOP!” Tristan shouted, stopping our quarrel.

“You” he said, pointing at Francisco, “are going to drive her because I’m doing something and you took the freaking ice cream”

I stuck my tongue out towards Francisco.

“And you” Tristan continued “will thank him and be nice. I’m paying so you guys won’t argue over that”

“Fine” Francisco pouted.

He looked expectantly at me “Well?”

“Fine. Thank you.” I folded my arms across my chest.

“Damn straight” Francisco said.

“Let’s go, so we can get this over with” I huffed.

“You two are ridiculous” Tristan mumbled as I left the room.

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Francisco’s POV

I am currently waiting for Jullietta to get her ass downstairs. God! How long does it take to put on some sweatpants and a hoodie. It’s not like she was going on a date or something. I walked into the house to see what was going on. I threw her door open. Jullietta stared at me with wide eyes. She was wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and a sweater. It took her twenty minutes to put that on! Well, she did look hot. After staying at her house almost every day for years I never noticed how hot Jullietta was. Nice body and a nice face. Plus, a feisty attitude to go with it. She was the only person I knew who wasn’t gonna take my bullshit. I liked that about her. I suddenly felt bad that I had been so mean for so long. While I was thinking, Jullietta put her hands on her hips and began to speak.

“Can’t you knock? It’s bad enough that have to spend the whole time in the car with you but now you’re in my room too?”

“I just wanted to see what you were doing. I’ll be in the car if you need me” I said quietly. I didn’t want to fight anymore, though I loved when she was angry. What is coming over me. I walked to the car, unsure of what would happen during this ride.

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