Hurray I finally got around to writing another chapter. Even though it is short. Hope you that are reading enjoy. I will have more up as soon as possible. And as always read and review please.

Chapter 4

The alarm clock startled an exhausted Max awake from her deep slumber and she couldn't help the groan that escaped her lips. Hitting the snooze twice she lay back down with her eyes closed tight. She definitely wasn't a morning person. Taking in a deep breath she lazily flung her arms out. Surprised to say the least when one came into contact with that of another body. Opening one eyes slowly she turned to see Terry sprawled out beside her.  Who stared at her with a disgruntled look upon his face. " Hey no one told you to fall asleep in my bed. I thought I sent you to the floor in the first place sparky."

            "If you haven't notice the floor is hard." Terry pointed out sarcastically.

"Oh please, I gave you two pillows and my favorite blanky." Max teased

            " Then why didn't you trade places?" Terry retorted

" No way! This bed is state of the art. Top of the line." Patting the soft mattress, Max fell back into it dramticly.

            "Which is why I opted to sleep here rather than there." Terry grinned, "What time it."
"Six thirty."

            "Six thir…your kidding right."

" The early bird gets the worm."  Swinging her legs over the side of the bed Max headed toward the large closet.

            "Well since I'm not a bird wake me up at seven thirty instead." Terry said placing a pillow over his face.

            "Come on McGinnis." Max said pulling out a pair of blue jeans and white tank.

" I don't see how you can be so chipper."

            "I'm not."

Terry turned away from her. She may not be tired but he was it had taken fifteen painstaking minutes to pry out a "Terry you're the best" from her last night and another thirty of her hitting him upside the head with pillows in retaliation. And to top it off they had spent the better of part of the night drilling in chemistry. There was only so much a man could take being batman and Terry was more than enough.

Walking toward the bathroom Max stopped before her best friend and snatched the pillow from him playfully.

            "Come on Max." Terry reaching up for the pillow she dangled in front of him.

"If you don't get up now you never will."

            Grumbling Terry pushed himself up from the bed and begrudgingly out of if. And could help himself from watching Max as she sauntered off into the bathroom. Wearing nothing more than a long T-shirt, which reveled her long legs. Turning from her he went to the task of pulling on the shirt he shucked off earlier and pulling on his shoes. Telling himself not to glance up at his friend as she dashed out of the room once again to grab something or other.  And not to think of how good she looked the first thing in the morning. Come on Terry this is your best friend. Grabbing his jacket he headed for the kitchen and began raiding the frig for something to eat he was starved.  Taking a seat at the metal table he poured himself a glass of orange juice and popped two pop tarts inside of the toaster.

He'd gone through four more glasses and two more pop tarts and some toast before max emerged clad in form fitting denim and a tiny white tank, which proved to enhance her ample bosom. What was she thinking wearing that outside? Not that she looked bad in it. But…

"What are you gawking at Ter? It looks funny huh. I knew it." Turning back in the direction she came she was stopped by her friends voice.

"You look fine Max."

Peeking around the corner she let her eyes settle and Terry. " You sure."
            "Yeah you look great." Terry said.

"You ready."

            "I was born ready." Terry joked pulling his jacket on.

The walk to school was quick and before he knew it they were walking through the doors of the school.  He was more than aware of the stares Max was getting in her get up. Not that she didn't get them before but today. Well today was all together different. He didn't like it. After all she was his best friend. He shouldn't want people staring at his girl like that. His girl? Terry pushed that thought to the back of his friend. What did he care if men stared at Max, she was beautiful after all.  He watched as she waved at him and headed toward her class and Terrance Jackson walked up to her trying to get closer than usual and frowned. He shouldn't mind, so why did he.

Chapter 4

The alarm clock startled an exhausted Max awake from her deep slumber and she couldn't help the groan that escaped her lips. Hitting the snooze twice she lay back down with her eyes closed tight. She definitely wasn't a morning person. Taking in a deep breath she lazily flung her arms out. Surprised to say the least when one came into contact with that of another body. Opening one eyes slowly she turned to see Terry sprawled out beside her.  Who stared at her with a disgruntled look upon his face. " Hey no one told you to fall asleep in my bed. I thought I sent you to the floor in the first place sparky."

            "If you haven't notice the floor is hard." Terry pointed out sarcastically.

"Oh please, I gave you two pillows and my favorite blanky." Max teased

            " Then why didn't you trade places?" Terry retorted

" No way! This bed is state of the art. Top of the line." Patting the soft mattress, Max fell back into it dramticly.

            "Which is why I opted to sleep here rather than there." Terry grinned, "What time it."
"Six thirty."

            "Six thir…your kidding right."

" The early bird gets the worm."  Swinging her legs over the side of the bed Max headed toward the large closet.

            "Well since I'm not a bird wake me up at seven thirty instead." Terry said placing a pillow over his face.

            "Come on McGinnis." Max said pulling out a pair of blue jeans and white tank.

" I don't see how you can be so chipper."

            "I'm not."

Terry turned away from her. She may not be tired but he was it had taken fifteen painstaking minutes to pry out a "Terry you're the best" from her last night and another thirty of her hitting him upside the head with pillows in retaliation. And to top it off they had spent the better of part of the night drilling in chemistry. There was only so much a man could take being batman and Terry was more than enough.

Walking toward the bathroom Max stopped before her best friend and snatched the pillow from him playfully.

            "Come on Max." Terry reaching up for the pillow she dangled in front of him.

"If you don't get up now you never will."

            Grumbling Terry pushed himself up from the bed and begrudgingly out of if. And could help himself from watching Max as she sauntered off into the bathroom. Wearing nothing more than a long T-shirt, which reveled her long legs. Turning from her he went to the task of pulling on the shirt he shucked off earlier and pulling on his shoes. Telling himself not to glance up at his friend as she dashed out of the room once again to grab something or other.  And not to think of how good she looked the first thing in the morning. Come on Terry this is your best friend. Grabbing his jacket he headed for the kitchen and began raiding the frig for something to eat he was starved.  Taking a seat at the metal table he poured himself a glass of orange juice and popped two pop tarts inside of the toaster.

He'd gone through four more glasses and two more pop tarts and some toast before max emerged clad in form fitting denim and a tiny white tank, which proved to enhance her ample bosom. What was she thinking wearing that outside? Not that she looked bad in it. But…

"What are you gawking at Ter? It looks funny huh. I knew it." Turning back in the direction she came she was stopped by her friends voice.

"You look fine Max."

Peeking around the corner she let her eyes settle and Terry. " You sure."
            "Yeah you look great." Terry said.

"You ready."

            "I was born ready." Terry joked pulling his jacket on.

The walk to school was quick and before he knew it they were walking through the doors of the school.  He was more than aware of the stares Max was getting in her get up. Not that she didn't get them before but today. Well today was all together different. He didn't like it. After all she was his best friend. He shouldn't want people staring at his girl like that. His girl? Terry pushed that thought to the back of his friend. What did he care if men stared at Max, she was beautiful after all.  He watched as she waved at him and headed toward her class and Terrance Jackson walked up to her trying to get closer than usual and frowned. He shouldn't mind, so why did he.