So, I only got 4 reviews. And, I was kind of disappointed.
But since I had this chapter done, I decided to post it anyways and hope for a better turn out. I don't know if anyone reads this, anyways, but this chapter is just supposed to show passage of time, because I decided I didn't want to rush right into the plot line, like I did last time I wrote this.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Burger King or Wendy's, either. I don't- Why are you asking me this?
~Anything But~ Average
Chapter 2:
After Maya left my room last night, I thought about our deal, and how well she could keep to it. Not making my life more miserable than it already is? I have to admit, I was fascinated by the idea. I also didn't know how well she was going to keep her word, because, let's face it, she's been torturing me for years on end.
I gave up thinking about it after a while and just hollered to my parents that I was going to bed. Maya surprised me by saying, "Night, Max! Love you!"
Maybe Maya could be a good person.
I woke up to an obnoxious beeping emitting from my bedside table.
I groaned aloud, realizing it was a new school day.
Tuesday, I thought. I stood up and yawned, grumbling the way over to my dresser to see if I had any clean clothes.
Once I was dressed in something school acceptable, I grabbed my Barnes and Noble school bag and headed downstairs. Mom had already left for work, and Dad was standing at the stove in his boxers with tired eyes, cooking something. Dad really wasn't a morning person. That's something I inherited from him.
Maya was sitting at the table eating an omelet and drinking milk.
"Mornin'," I said. Dad grunted and Maya smiled.
"Hey, Max!" Maya said.
This whole Maya not-treating-me-like-a-hobo stick was going to take some getting used to.
Dad looked over at us and raised an eyebrow. "Since when are you two getting along?"
I shrugged and sat down across from Maya.
"Dad, can you make me some eggs? Oh, thanks." He set down a pile of scrambled eggs in front of me, and handed me the ketchup.
Gym, later that day, was particularly awkward. We were learning moves to the Jitterbug, and some of the moves, actually, pretty much all of them were touchy feely. Maya's boyfriend, Nick, was my dance partner, and he had no beat with his feet, whatsoever.
"No, you have to have an even amount of time for you do that each time," I said. I showed him what I meant, but he tried again and I groaned.
"How can you be this bad at dancing?" I asked miserably. I looked up at him, with long black hair, dark eyes, and a strong jaw. No matter how hot Maya thought he was, he was still extremely irritating.
"Sorry, I'm not good with my feet," he said. I scoffed.
"You don't need to tell me that." I said.
"Wow," he said, pausing in his attempts to do something sort of like the Jitterbug. "You're in a great mood."
"Yes, I am!" I said, laughing. "I would be in an even better mood if you could keep a beat!"
"Max! Nick! Keep dancing!" Mr. Pates shouted across the gym. I gave him a thumbs up and continued to lead in the dance.
"Let's just get through all of the moves, once."
"Hey," my friend Iggy said, coming to sit beside me at the lunch table. I smiled and shoved him lightly with my shoulder in greeting, my mouth full of chips. I didn't feel like packing anything good for lunch today. Again.
"How was gym?" Iggy guffawed. Pretty much everyone in the Freshman class knew that Nick could not dance. Courtesy of all the girls in our gym class.
I swallowed and rolled my eyes at him, and in annoyance of Nick.
"Awful. I swear, he couldn't dance if his life depended on it," I said, shoving more chips into my mouth. "If you could come into my gym class with a wig and some contacts, could you be my dance partner?" I asked him. Iggy had strawberry-blonde hair and bright blue eyes, the polar opposite of Nick.
"Ha! If you're parents would let me over," Iggy said.
You see, Iggy came over in seventh grade once, the year our friendship really developed, and he had a tendency to crack inappropriate jokes. He was kicked out after Mom said she didn't enjoy his humor. I was still able to go over to his house, but my Dad hated that I was hanging around him.
Which is immensely unfair, because it's not like there's anything going on between us. Sure, I've been best friends with him ever since that fateful day in third grade, and best friends since seventh, but if I were to date Iggy...
I'm not even going to think about it.
After some small talk about what went down last night, and Iggy being shocked and happy for me, the bell rang and I weaved my way to my locker. I was pulling my books for tomorrow out of my locker and I heard the telltale squee of Nudge behind me. I felt myself slam into my locker as Nudge hugged me til' I could barely breathe.
"Devon asked me out!" She yelled in my ear. Do I even know who that is?
"That's great," I gasped out. "But I can't breathe."
"Oh..." She said, letting me go.
"But I can't go out with him, because I promised Sam that I'd go to the dance with him, so it would kind of be like cheating if I told him yes, but it's still..."
I recognized a Nudge Episode when I heard one and tuned out.
Two days later, I got home from school alone. Maya was at some meeting or other, Mom and Dad were at work, which left me alone with nothing to do. I Salty-Dogged it up to my room, a new dance we learned in gym today, another totally hopeless cause for Nick and I's dancing project, and changed into some sweatpants and a Tee.
I jumped onto my bed and dragged my laptop from under my pillows. I pulled up my internet browser and got onto the Chatzy I shared with my best friends. We'd made the chatbox exclusive to the three of us.
cookymonstur: hey, guys, whats up
I completely ignored anything I was taught in English class.
brighteyes: not much
cookymonstur: wheres nudge?
brighteyes: no idea
brighteyes: probably at some sport practice
brighteyes: if you know what i mean
cookymonstur: youre so dumb
cookymonstur: i wonder how your mom feels about that
brighteyes: shes fine with it
cookymonstur: okay well someones ringing my doorbell brb
The incessant bing-bong of the doorbell rang in my ears and I yelled out, "I'm coming! Geez."
I opened the front door to see Nudge.
Nudge was a whole different story with my parents. They absolutely loved her, even though her ceaseless chatter exhausted them. Like it did everyone.
"Hey Max! So, I was thinking we could hang out tonight, since it is a Friday night, and we usually do something on Friday nights, like watching a movie or going somewhere in town, or something along those lines! Which reminds me-"
"-That you need stop talking."
The rest of the weekend was spent like that, fooling around with Nudge, talking with Iggy over Chatzy, and surprisingly getting along well with Maya. We even went to the park together, though it was a park that no one we knew went to, that didn't escape my notice.
But, either way, the low key, normal weekend did nothing to prepare me for the shock that I came to witness on Sunday night, when Maya got a text from someone in Colorado.
Sorry for the short chapter, guys. But, please review!
And check my blog for excuses that I will be releasing tonight or tomorrow! (chemiburned) dot (blogspot) dotcom
.Chemi.
P.S. Even if you don't have an account, you can review as a guest! :) Reviews make me happy, and make me update!
