3. Boys Are Weird

3 Boys Are Weird I helped Arlo bring his stuff in from the car. "This is going to be fun!" I told him as we climbed the stairs. "We can have a slumber party!" Arlo grunted again. When we got to my room, he covered his eyes like he was shielding them from the sun. "So much pink," he moaned. "It's

我帮阿乐把他的东西从车里搬了进来。 “这将会很有趣！”我们上楼时，我告诉他。 “我们可以开个睡衣派对！”阿乐又咕哝了一声。 当我们到达我的房间时，他遮住了眼睛，好像在遮挡阳光。 “太粉了，”他抱怨道。 “这是

blinding me!" "Very funny, Arlo," I said. "What are you hiding behind your back?" he asked after he uncovered his eyes. "Oh, nothing important," I told him. "Just my secret diary. It's not for you to read." "I don't want to read your dumb diary," he said. "Good," I told him. "Because you can't. You're not allowed. It's secret." "Well, if you won't let me read it, then I want to," Arlo said. He snatched the notebook out of my hand.

炫目的我!”“真有趣，阿乐。”我说。 “你在背后藏了什么？”他揭开眼睛后问道。 “哦，没什么重要的事，”我告诉他。 “这是我的秘密日记。这不是给你看的。” “我不想读你那愚蠢的日记，”他说。 “很好，”我告诉他。“因为你不能。 你是不允许的。它的秘密。” “好吧，如果你不让我读，那我想读。”阿乐说。 他从我手里抢过笔记本。

"Hey, give that back, Arlo!" I shouted.

“嘿，把那个还给我，阿乐！”我叫道。

I tried to get my notebook away from him, but he wouldn't give it to me. He sat on the floor in the corner and started reading it. There was nothing I could do. I unrolled a sleeping bag on the floor. After a few minutes, Arlo closed my notebook. "First of all," he said, "I'm not your boyfriend. I'm not even your friend. I'm your sworn enemy for life."

我想把笔记本从他手里夺过来，但他不肯给我。 他坐在角落的地板上，开始读起来。 我什么也做不了。 我在地板上展开了一个睡袋。 几分钟后，阿乐合上了我的笔记本。 “首先，”他说，“我不是你的男朋友。 我甚至不是你的朋友。我是你一生的死敌。”

Arlo is always saying things like that to me. But I know he doesn't mean them. My mother is a psychologist, and she told me that when a boy really likes a girl, he will say he doesn't like her. That's what boys do.

阿尔洛总是对我说这样的话。 但我知道他不是那个意思。 我妈妈是一位心理学家，她告诉我，当一个男孩真的喜欢一个女孩时，他会说他不喜欢她。 那是男孩的工作。

And the more they say they don't like you, the more they really like you. So obviously, Arlo is in love with me. Boys are weird. "Who wants a toasted marshmallow?" my dad hollered from downstairs. "I do!" Arlo and I hollered back. (Who doesn't like toasted marshmallows?) We ran downstairs. Our dads had fired up the grill in the backyard and gave each of us a really long stick so we could toast marshmallows. Arlo stuck his marshmallow right into the fire, and then he waved it around like a torch. "Look! I'm in the Olympics," he said, running around the backyard. Then he slid the blackened marshmallow off his stick and ate it. Ugh, gross! "You're eating pure carbon, you know," I

他们越是说不喜欢你，就越是真的喜欢你。 很明显，阿乐爱上我了。 男孩都很奇怪。“谁想要一个烤棉花糖？”爸爸在楼下喊道。 “我做的!”阿乐和我大声回应。 （谁不喜欢烤棉花糖呢？）我们跑下楼。 爸爸们在后院的烤架上点起了火，给了我们每个人一根很长的棍子，这样我们就可以烤棉花糖了。 阿乐把棉花糖放进火里，然后像火把一样挥舞着。 “看!我在参加奥运会，”他边说边在后院跑来跑去。 然后，他把烧焦的棉花糖从棍子上滑下来，吃了起来。 呃,恶心!“你知道，你吃的是纯碳，”我说