AN: It's Max time! It's Max time! It's Maxie Maxie Maxie Maxie Maaaax tiiiiime! I will shut up now.
Max POV
"MAX!"
I jolted up in bed, a hand over my heart.
"Jesus!" I gasped, throwing the comforter off of me and kicking the sheets away. I was still groggy, but my senses hadn't dulled any, and I could smell smoke. Perfect. Would it kill anyone to let me sleep later than 7 'o clock? I swung my legs out of bed and stood. Then, stumbling slightly, I ran out of the bedroom.
I made my way down the stairs as fast as possible, which was, like, .5 seconds, though I don't like to brag. The air was much thicker downstairs, and as I approached the kitchen, gray clouds enveloped me. I gagged and held my tank top over my mouth and nose. Nudge was leaning over the stove, waving a dish towel around. There was a smoking pot in the sink. I groaned internally.
"Erm, hi, Max." Nudge coughed. I could see her eyes watering from where I was standing. I walked briskly over to the small kitchen window and pried it open, looking down into the pot in the sink. There were charred black clumps of what looked like had previously been bacon. The entire pot was black, and even I could tell it was ruined. Iggy would not be happy. Nudge's face was drenched in guilt. I grabbed another dish towel and waved it around. We flapped them in silence for a bit.
"What were you trying to do?" I asked, once most of the smoke had dissipated. "Burn the house down?" Nudge gave me a little grin.
"No, I was trying to make breakfast," she explained. "I got…uh, distracted." I sighed. Normally, if this were someone else, I would kick their butt. Mostly for waking me up two hours before arising was actually necessary. But this was Nudge, and yelling or kicking just didn't cut it.
"All right," I said. "It's no biggie. But you need you clean up and explain this to Iggy." She nodded silently. She knew it was fair. It's true that I rule with an iron fist, but it's a fair fist. God, that sounded a lot better in my head. But it was true. Whatever I said went, but most of the time, all my rules were fair.
The Gasman appeared at the bottom of the steps, looking rumpled. "Hey, what's going on? I smelled—" His eyes widened. "—smoke?"
"It's fine. It's all taken care of. No biggie," I repeated, ruffling his hair. It stuck straight up in the air after I took my hand away. Yup, it was Shower Day for everyone.
And that is that, for now. I know, it's insanely short but I need SLEEEEP. I still have to study for a bunch of stuff that I will never use in real life. Pfft. High school. Since this was so short I hope to have another one up really soon. We'll see how it goes. :P
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