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Prompt: Awkward
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Scott liked to think of himself as a good friend, but facing the task he was, the teen was already regretting offering his help cleaning TJ's garage. Frowning at the box he needed to move, the teen didn't want to pick it up. The thing honestly looked like it was being held together with tape and wishes at this point.
Manhandling it a little, Scott was able to get a grip on it, though it was an awkward one. His friend called out to him from his side of the garage, "Just put that one in the driveway! I think that's one of the ones Dad said to just throw out."
Nodding as best he could, Scott made to take it out of the garage and to the growing pile of thrown out things. However, as luck would have it, the bottom of the box tore and something heavy crashed right onto his foot in the perfect way to send screaming pain straight to Scott's brain.
Dropping the now completely ruined box, Scott hopped on his uninjured foot while grabbing for his hurt one, a mixed string of multi-lingual cursing rushing out of his mouth automatically. When he finally stopped, he saw the other teen staring at him with comically wide eyes, "Dude, what was all that? I caught a little but..."
Scott turned red and mumbled, "I hang around a lot of soldiers. Things tend to stick."
TJ nodded slowly, "Your foot okay?"
Scott gingerly put it down and tested his weight on it, "Yeah, I think so."
It hurt a little to walk, but not like it did earlier. TJ walked up to clap him on the shoulder, jabbing one of his thumbs back at the house, "I think it's time for a break anyway. Come on, we got pizza and soda."
Scott followed him in, more than willing to forget that embarrassing moment, "Sounds great!"