One In A Million
Chapter 5
By Nichole
Max walked up the small slope to Rick's house on Tuesday evening wearing a white button-up shirt, a pair of khakis, a white windbreaker over his shirt, and a pair of sneakers. It was a large white house with white six pane oak windows, and a flat brown roof. The garden was abundant with tulips, orchids, carnations, daisies, and roses. He rang the doorbell. A woman with flaming red hair, like Rick's and answered the door.
"Hello. You must be Max. I'm Rick's mom," She opened the door to let him in further. "Stephanie will be with you in a minute." She led him to the living room.
Max sat down on a couch next to Rick's mom and took a good look around the living room. In the room, there were two black leather couches, a 56-inch t.v., plants, two black la-z-boy recliners, and a fireplace. In the middle of the chairs was a glass coffee table. Over the fireplace were pictures of Rick and his parents. One was of him last summer at a family reunion with his relatives and.Stephanie. He studied the picture closely. Stephanie was about 5'5 with tan skin, wavy black hair, and brown eyes. Another one was of Rick and his parents. Max pulled himself away from the pictures when he heard Rick's mom, Lauren, speaking to him.
" So, where are you and Stephanie going tonight?"
"We're going out to an arcade/restaurant place on the mall with two kids from my school."
Stephanie opened the guestroom door and came down stairs. She was wearing a black shirt, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of black Timberland boots. Her hair was in a neat ponytail.
"Are you Max Medina?"
"Yes. Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah."
Max and Stephanie pulled up to an arcade/pizzeria about half an hour away from Hartford, named Johnathan's. It was the same pizzeria/arcade that Rick, James, and Max went the prior Saturday. They entered the restaurant section and found an empty booth.
"I've never done this before." Max admitted nervously.
"Me neither." Stephanie replied.
"Where are you from?"
"I'm from New York City."
"Really? I'm from Long Island."
"What part?"
"Massapequa."
"So tell me some more about yourself."
"What do you want to know?"
"What do you like to do in your spare time?"
"I like to read a lot, play sports, and listen to music. What do you like to do?"
"I like to read a lot, listen to music, go to the movies, and do magic tricks."
"Really?
"Yeah. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to be a clown, but I'm not sure what I want to do now. I think I want to be a teacher now."
"Why? The kids you teach will under appreciate you and take advantage of you. Besides, there's hardly any money there."
"That's not true. I hear that professors at NYU make pretty good money. What are you looking to do once you get out of high school?"
"Well, I'm looking to go to Colombia and then get a degree in business. Do you know what kind of teacher you want to be?"
"An English teacher."
"You're better off as a clown."
He laughed. "Thanks a lot."
"What makes you want to become an English teacher?"
"Well, I had this English teacher in the seventh grade who was really fun. He would tell jokes and occasionally he expressed his political views. We would disagree on a lot of stuff concerning politics. I'm a Democrat he is a Republican. He would sometimes talk about things that were happening in the world. That's what really influenced me. What about you, are you looking to become a stock broker or something?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"What's your last name?"
"Martinez. What college are you looking to go to?"
"I'm not sure yet. Maybe NYU."
"What are the other kids coming here like?"
"Well, Lorelai is a nut. She's totally addicted to coffee and she's a lot of fun to be around. She's really funny and nice too. Her parents are rich. As for her boyfriend, Chris, I don't know much about him, except for the fact that I know he's rich too. I've never met him before."
"Do you know when they will be joining us?"
"I'm not sure, but with Lorelai, you never know. She even has this thing called the Gilmore dating clock."
"Really? How does it work?"
He looked at his watch. "7:00 usually means 7:15 or 7:20 to her."
At that moment, Lorelai and Chris arrived at exactly 7:15. They took a seat across from Max and Stephanie. For the next two hours, the two couples exchanged stories about their childhood, embarrassing moments, and general information about themselves.
After dinner, Stephanie and Lorelai went to go "powder their noses", while Chris and Max stood outside the restroom, waiting for them. The two girls stood in front of the mirror applying make-up and fixing their hair.
"What do you think about Max?" Lorelai asked.
"I could go on and on about him. He's really funny, nice, smart, and cute. Do you think so?"
"Yeah, you're going to have fun with him."
Max checked his watch. It was almost 9:30. "So, Chris, how does it feel to be rich?"
"It sucks."
Max laughed. "You're kidding."
"Well, with my parents it does. They're so controlling. They have my whole life planned out for me. They don't care about what I want to do. Lorelai's parents are the same way too."
"Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore, no way! There the sweetest people I've ever met."
"They're nice, but when it comes to Lorelai, they're very over-protective and controlling."
Sunlight poured into Max's room on Saturday morning. He got dressed and made his way downstairs. He checked the answering machine by the stairs for any messages and found one from Stephanie.
"Hey Max, it's me, Steph. I really had fun this week. Maybe we could visit each other sometime. Well, I have to catch my plane. Talk to you soon."
"You're planning on visiting Stephanie?" A voice behind him asked.
Max turned around to discover Lorelai sitting in the kitchen eating a slice of toast and sipping some coffee.
"Yes, and how did you get in?"
"Well I picked the lock on your door with a hairpin and just made myself breakfast. How do you think I got in? Your mom let me in and told me to help myself to some leftovers."
Max went over to the coffee pot on the counter that was now empty. "Was the pot full when you got here?"
"Yes."
"Impossible! This coffee maker makes up to twelve cups of coffee."
She drained her mug. "I know. I just finished my twelfth cup."
"Why are you here so early in the morning?" He yawned.
"I just wanted to drop by and see how you were doing. And I wanted to know if you could take me to Starbucks."
"You're actually going to drink more coffee after you've just had twelve cups?!"
"I need at least twenty to last me throughout the whole day."
Later that morning, Lorelai and Max sat at a table, talking.
"So, what's new with you and Chris?" Max asked.
"Last night he took me around the block on his new motorcycle."
"Sounds.fun. What do Mr. and Mrs. Warbucks think about Chris?"
"They like him a lot. They say he's a 'charming' young man. Could I ask you something?"
"Ok."
"How come you ask so many questions about me and Chris?"
He was shocked at the question. Was she catching on? Did she know that he had feelings for her?"
"I-I just want to make sure he's a nice guy." He stuttered." "Gotta go," He said and bolted out the doorway.
".And then I left." Max explained to Rick and James. The three were sitting in his living room. Panicking, Max called Rick and James over for advice after he, so abruptly, left Starbucks.
"Max, tell me something," Rick started, "Have you told your parents that you're planning to see Stephanie on the weekends?"
"No."
"So you just told your parents that you were going out with her last Tuesday."
"Yeah, and?" Max asked.
"Did you expect this relationship to be long-term?" Rick inquired.
"I.don't know. Maybe we'd see each other for a few weeks, but."
His voice was now trembling with anger and emotion, "You tell your parents everything. I find it weird that you didn't tell them that you were going to spend your weekends with my cousin."
"Well."
James sat in an armchair, watching his two best friends talk about his other friends' love life.
"You expected to be friends?" James interrupted.
Max didn't reply.
"Whatever Max", He started walking towards the door, "I'll see you around." He said and slammed the door behind him.
"Could I use your phone?" James asked.
"Sure. Why?" Max asked.
"I'm going to check who my sister's dating."
End of chapter 5.
By Nichole
Max walked up the small slope to Rick's house on Tuesday evening wearing a white button-up shirt, a pair of khakis, a white windbreaker over his shirt, and a pair of sneakers. It was a large white house with white six pane oak windows, and a flat brown roof. The garden was abundant with tulips, orchids, carnations, daisies, and roses. He rang the doorbell. A woman with flaming red hair, like Rick's and answered the door.
"Hello. You must be Max. I'm Rick's mom," She opened the door to let him in further. "Stephanie will be with you in a minute." She led him to the living room.
Max sat down on a couch next to Rick's mom and took a good look around the living room. In the room, there were two black leather couches, a 56-inch t.v., plants, two black la-z-boy recliners, and a fireplace. In the middle of the chairs was a glass coffee table. Over the fireplace were pictures of Rick and his parents. One was of him last summer at a family reunion with his relatives and.Stephanie. He studied the picture closely. Stephanie was about 5'5 with tan skin, wavy black hair, and brown eyes. Another one was of Rick and his parents. Max pulled himself away from the pictures when he heard Rick's mom, Lauren, speaking to him.
" So, where are you and Stephanie going tonight?"
"We're going out to an arcade/restaurant place on the mall with two kids from my school."
Stephanie opened the guestroom door and came down stairs. She was wearing a black shirt, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of black Timberland boots. Her hair was in a neat ponytail.
"Are you Max Medina?"
"Yes. Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah."
Max and Stephanie pulled up to an arcade/pizzeria about half an hour away from Hartford, named Johnathan's. It was the same pizzeria/arcade that Rick, James, and Max went the prior Saturday. They entered the restaurant section and found an empty booth.
"I've never done this before." Max admitted nervously.
"Me neither." Stephanie replied.
"Where are you from?"
"I'm from New York City."
"Really? I'm from Long Island."
"What part?"
"Massapequa."
"So tell me some more about yourself."
"What do you want to know?"
"What do you like to do in your spare time?"
"I like to read a lot, play sports, and listen to music. What do you like to do?"
"I like to read a lot, listen to music, go to the movies, and do magic tricks."
"Really?
"Yeah. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to be a clown, but I'm not sure what I want to do now. I think I want to be a teacher now."
"Why? The kids you teach will under appreciate you and take advantage of you. Besides, there's hardly any money there."
"That's not true. I hear that professors at NYU make pretty good money. What are you looking to do once you get out of high school?"
"Well, I'm looking to go to Colombia and then get a degree in business. Do you know what kind of teacher you want to be?"
"An English teacher."
"You're better off as a clown."
He laughed. "Thanks a lot."
"What makes you want to become an English teacher?"
"Well, I had this English teacher in the seventh grade who was really fun. He would tell jokes and occasionally he expressed his political views. We would disagree on a lot of stuff concerning politics. I'm a Democrat he is a Republican. He would sometimes talk about things that were happening in the world. That's what really influenced me. What about you, are you looking to become a stock broker or something?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"What's your last name?"
"Martinez. What college are you looking to go to?"
"I'm not sure yet. Maybe NYU."
"What are the other kids coming here like?"
"Well, Lorelai is a nut. She's totally addicted to coffee and she's a lot of fun to be around. She's really funny and nice too. Her parents are rich. As for her boyfriend, Chris, I don't know much about him, except for the fact that I know he's rich too. I've never met him before."
"Do you know when they will be joining us?"
"I'm not sure, but with Lorelai, you never know. She even has this thing called the Gilmore dating clock."
"Really? How does it work?"
He looked at his watch. "7:00 usually means 7:15 or 7:20 to her."
At that moment, Lorelai and Chris arrived at exactly 7:15. They took a seat across from Max and Stephanie. For the next two hours, the two couples exchanged stories about their childhood, embarrassing moments, and general information about themselves.
After dinner, Stephanie and Lorelai went to go "powder their noses", while Chris and Max stood outside the restroom, waiting for them. The two girls stood in front of the mirror applying make-up and fixing their hair.
"What do you think about Max?" Lorelai asked.
"I could go on and on about him. He's really funny, nice, smart, and cute. Do you think so?"
"Yeah, you're going to have fun with him."
Max checked his watch. It was almost 9:30. "So, Chris, how does it feel to be rich?"
"It sucks."
Max laughed. "You're kidding."
"Well, with my parents it does. They're so controlling. They have my whole life planned out for me. They don't care about what I want to do. Lorelai's parents are the same way too."
"Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore, no way! There the sweetest people I've ever met."
"They're nice, but when it comes to Lorelai, they're very over-protective and controlling."
Sunlight poured into Max's room on Saturday morning. He got dressed and made his way downstairs. He checked the answering machine by the stairs for any messages and found one from Stephanie.
"Hey Max, it's me, Steph. I really had fun this week. Maybe we could visit each other sometime. Well, I have to catch my plane. Talk to you soon."
"You're planning on visiting Stephanie?" A voice behind him asked.
Max turned around to discover Lorelai sitting in the kitchen eating a slice of toast and sipping some coffee.
"Yes, and how did you get in?"
"Well I picked the lock on your door with a hairpin and just made myself breakfast. How do you think I got in? Your mom let me in and told me to help myself to some leftovers."
Max went over to the coffee pot on the counter that was now empty. "Was the pot full when you got here?"
"Yes."
"Impossible! This coffee maker makes up to twelve cups of coffee."
She drained her mug. "I know. I just finished my twelfth cup."
"Why are you here so early in the morning?" He yawned.
"I just wanted to drop by and see how you were doing. And I wanted to know if you could take me to Starbucks."
"You're actually going to drink more coffee after you've just had twelve cups?!"
"I need at least twenty to last me throughout the whole day."
Later that morning, Lorelai and Max sat at a table, talking.
"So, what's new with you and Chris?" Max asked.
"Last night he took me around the block on his new motorcycle."
"Sounds.fun. What do Mr. and Mrs. Warbucks think about Chris?"
"They like him a lot. They say he's a 'charming' young man. Could I ask you something?"
"Ok."
"How come you ask so many questions about me and Chris?"
He was shocked at the question. Was she catching on? Did she know that he had feelings for her?"
"I-I just want to make sure he's a nice guy." He stuttered." "Gotta go," He said and bolted out the doorway.
".And then I left." Max explained to Rick and James. The three were sitting in his living room. Panicking, Max called Rick and James over for advice after he, so abruptly, left Starbucks.
"Max, tell me something," Rick started, "Have you told your parents that you're planning to see Stephanie on the weekends?"
"No."
"So you just told your parents that you were going out with her last Tuesday."
"Yeah, and?" Max asked.
"Did you expect this relationship to be long-term?" Rick inquired.
"I.don't know. Maybe we'd see each other for a few weeks, but."
His voice was now trembling with anger and emotion, "You tell your parents everything. I find it weird that you didn't tell them that you were going to spend your weekends with my cousin."
"Well."
James sat in an armchair, watching his two best friends talk about his other friends' love life.
"You expected to be friends?" James interrupted.
Max didn't reply.
"Whatever Max", He started walking towards the door, "I'll see you around." He said and slammed the door behind him.
"Could I use your phone?" James asked.
"Sure. Why?" Max asked.
"I'm going to check who my sister's dating."
End of chapter 5.