In ♥ With A Tomboi: 02

Joey's POV:

One week later, I was coming home, pushing my motorcycle. I had gone for a drive when the motorcycle died. I finally got home all sweaty and tired. I collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

"Quite a predicament you have there." I heard a female voice say.

When I looked up, I saw Izzy standing there.

"You have no idea how long and far I've been draggin' this thing!" I said to her.

"I can fix it."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, get me a toolbox and a soda."

I went into my house to get the things that Izzy needed and when I came back I saw Izzy kneeling to check on the bike. Today she was wearing baggy cargo pants, which were her favorite, a red hat, which was on backwards as usual, along with a short black hoodie, that revealed her stomach and black converses, I couldn't really tell if they were high tops or not, because of her pants. Anyway, I was staring at her back, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. But, I quickly did, when I saw Izzy getting up.

I handed her the things and she set them down next to her. She began working and I watched her. Pretty soon, it started getting hotter, so I took off my shirt. I'm pretty sure Izzy felt like taking the jacket off, but she didn't. I also drank some of her soda, but she didn't mind.

About a half hour later, Izzy was finally finished. She drank the rest of the soda, which wasn't much and wiped her face with a small white towel, that I had brought down for her.

"Thanks a lot," I said to her. "How much do you want?" I started taking my wallet out of my back pocket.

"Fifty bucks." she answered.

"Fifty?!" I almost dropped my wallet.

"Hey, I'm broke, I need the cash."

"How about twenty and a big hug?"

"I'll take the cash, hold the hug."

I handed the money to Izzy, then put the wallet back in my pocket. I started to leave, but then I got an idea. I wrapped my arms around Izzy's waist and hoisted her up in the air.

"Joey! Put me down, before I kick you so hard where it hurts the most!" she cried.

But, I just ignored her and kept her body pressed against mine. She was really light, so her feet were hanging in the air. After a while, I set her down and she brushed herself off.

"I could give you a ride on it tomorrow." I suggested.

"I can't, my birthday's tomorrow and my mom and dad are throwing this stupid party with all my cousins and relatives." she said.

"Can Dan and I come?"

"Everyone's invited; even if you were a burglar, you could come."

"Cool."

Izzy then walked away to her house, which was right next to mine and I went into mine with the toolbox, but not before getting a good look at my motorcycle. I was thinking: what if Izzy really didn't fix it? What if she really broke it some more? But, I was wrong, she really did fix it. I sat down on my motorcycle and I noticed something. It smelled nice. It smelled like Izzy. She smelled of strawberries, my favorite.

A/N: Yeah, I didn't know how to end it and right now it may seem like Izzy and Joey don't fight, but they do and they're gonna have a huge fight soon.

Izzy's Outfit:
http://www.polyvore.com/izzys_2nd_outfit/set?id=22628391