Author's note: This chapter is totally just short, fluffy filler. I am very well aware of that! However, (a) I have been dealing with a bit of writer's block, and (b) I felt like a little filler fluff might be a good thing, considering that the last couple of chapters have been relatively deep, and the coming chapters are about to get kind of deep again.
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"What if like, ions and neutrons aren't even real? What if it's all just some big lie that someone made up to keep teenagers busy?" Adam mused, staring down at his textbook.
The two of them had been sitting at the breakfast nook in his parents' kitchen for the past hour preparing for an upcoming chemistry test, and the round table in front of them was beginning to look like it had been hit by a tornado of school supplies. Somehow, the notebooks and highlighters had all mysteriously multiplied over the last forty-five minutes, and a precarious tower of flash cards appeared to be at risk of toppling over and crushing Adam if anyone so much as breathed the wrong way. To top it off, he had now run his hands through his hair in frustration so many times that the normally immaculate preppy was beginning to look like an unhinged Albert Einstein, his blonde bangs sticking out in every possible direction.
"How do you even come up with these ideas?" Julie laughed, reaching over to fix the worst of his hair.
"How do you not? I mean, have you ever seen an ion? Because I sure haven't! This is probably like the time we learned about the moon phases in elementary school."
"I'm pretty certain the moon phases weren't made up…"
"Okay, those probably weren't actually made up, but I feel like giving them names was! Like, does anyone really need to know whether the moon is waxing or waning? DOES anyone even know whether the moon is waxing or waning? Do fifth grade teachers even know, or do they just make it up to try to sound smart?"
"You know, I think you might be weirder than Averman."
He blushed a tad, smiling.
"You won't be saying that when I win a Nobel Prize for debunking the myth of moon phases."
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After another half hour, Julie decided it was time to declare to a study break, if only in the interest of preserving Adam's hair.
"So" she smiled mischievously, "how about we go upstairs and take a break? Maybe work on a different kind of chemistry?"
"I don't know, I think I'm kind of burnt out on chemistry." Adam sighed obliviously, not immediately realizing what she meant.
"Oh, you meant the fun kind! Yeah, yeah we should definitely do that!" He responded, blushing profusely as he leapt up and practically sprinted towards the stairs.
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"Oww" He muttered a minute later, sprawled out across the stairs, rubbing his now scraped knee. In all of his excitement, his off the ice awkwardness had kicked in, and he'd managed to fall up the stairs with Julie right behind him, watching the whole thing unfold.
"Are you okay?" Julie asked, standing over him, trying unsuccessfully to control her laughter.
No, I'm pretty sure my ego is broken. Remind me again how I can be so good at everything on the ice, and so absurdly bad at everything off of it?
Also, why did my parents have to pick a house with marble stairs? Were they trying to kill me? Because seriously, this is like, the 9,000th time this has happened. I'm starting to think this is their way of getting out of paying for college—like, "Hey, you know how we could save some money? We could design our house to be a total death trap! Then we'll get lots of awesome sympathy casseroles from the neighbors when the inevitable happens AND we won't have to pay for college! It'll be a win-win!"
It's cool, Mom and Dad. There are a lot of things I'd do for Mrs. Hagen's tater tot casserole, too.
Though I like to think I'd draw the line at purposely killing my own son for it. Especially when said son is just wanting a chance to make out with his girlfriend. I mean, talk about cutting a guy down in the prime of his life!
"I don't know." He smiled, still as pink as ever "I think I might need some help from a naughty nurse!"
Did I really just say that out loud?
God, I'm totally going to die a virgin.
"Hey now!" Julie replied, doing her best to feign anger, "I am NOT a naughty nurse!"
"However," She added a second later, smiling as she offered her hand to help him up, "I would love to play doctor!"
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