Hump Day

On Wednesday morning I woke up feeling as though I had not gotten any sleep at all. I got dressed in a haze and stumbled out the front door and into Mackenzie's waiting car.

"Good morning sunshine!" He sang. "The earth says hello!"

I stared at him with an 'I-want-to-murder-you' expression.

He blinked, expression faltering. "Something wrong?"

"I hate morning people." I grumbled.

"Hmm." He seemed to think about this while he pulled out onto the road. Suddenly, his face scrunched up, eyes squinting, mouth twitching.

"What are you doing." I finally asked.

"Trying to look grouchy." He tried to mumble but each word came out in a perfect British accent.

"You can't just frown?"

"Not without reason." He smiled, then realized what he was doing. "Damn."

He pulled into his favorite parking space and we got out.

"Think of something that makes you mad."

"It has to be an in-the-moment thing." He explained. "I'm just a happy person!"

"Mackenzie," I stepped in front of him, scowling. "I hate you."

He looked confused. "But I thought you kind of, sort of, almost liked me! It was going so well! Does this mean I have to start over?"

I stared at him with one eyebrow raised. "Mackenzie, I didn't really mean it! I was trying to get you to look grouchy."

"Oh!" He smiled, looking relieved. "Oh, okay. Try to make me mad or grouchy or something. That last one just made me afraid."

I looked around for a good victim. Tyler...

"Hey Tyler!" I yelled.

Tyler turned on his way into school and waved.

"I love you, Tyler!"

Tyler displayed one look of pure shock before he tripped, falling face first into the garden.

Mackenzie burst out into laughter at my side. "B-Bella!" He tried to say something but was doubled over, gasping for air.

Tyler ran over. "What?" He asked when he reached us, ignoring Mackenzie's renewed laughter. He had mud all over his pants and hands.

What rhymes with love? I thought hard, going through the alphabet. Nothing! What sounds like it? "I said 'I loathe you.... for not going to the movies with us next Friday.'!" I told him. Nice call!

He looked disappointed and Mackenzie coughed out the word 'cruel'.

Tyler frowned after a moment. "No one ever invited me."

"Oh," Damage control! "Well I am. But you need to get a date. It's Angela and Ben, Mike and Becka, Jessica and Drew, and Mackenzie and me. You should come." Or don't.

"Okay. Sure." He said. "I'll ask Lauren." There went my enthusiasm for next Friday. "See you later Bella... Mackenzie."

Mackenzie was recovering but could not seem to speak.

As soon as he was far enough away I turned to Mackenzie.

"That did not work." I observed.

"That was mean. You got him all excited over nothing. You should have heard his mind." He no longer looked as happy. "He was imagining a 'happy ending'-ish scene. Like in chick flicks where the girl and guy have a huge make-out session in public but no one cares because it's the end. He was imagining sucking on your face in the middle of the parking lo-"

"You're doing it!" I pointed happily at his face. "You're making a grouchy face!"

He smiled then seemed to realize what had just happened. "Oh no! I lost it again! Show me how it's done."

I made an angry face.

Very slowly his face became less like a ray of sunshine and more like...death.

"I. Am. Doing. It." He grumbled each word as an individual sentence. "I feel so down. I hate the world. I hate the sun. I hate my life. I hate the world. I hate the morning. I hate Wednesdays."

A passing teacher hesitated in walking to class. His eyes swept over the two of us, arms folded across our chests and frowning.

He smiled at us brightly. "Do be mad! Be glad! Life is a gift and yours has a bow on top! So turn those frowns upside down. It takes more muscles to frown than to smile! Wednesdays are tough! It's hump day! Don't get stuck on the high part of the week!" He whipped two big yellow smiley face stickers out of his pocket and stuck them to our shirts then bounded away.

"What the hell was that?" Mackenzie asked, looking at me in shock.

"I have no idea." I admitted.

"I am afraid." He confided, then peeled the sticker off his shirt and stuck it on my forehead. He smiled goofily. "I prefer to be happy. Being grouchy is too..." He searched for the right word. "Gloomy."

"Poetic."

He laughed, pulling me by my elbow to the next class.

Wow, 2 updates in one day! Well, the last was barely a chapter so....

Disclaimer- I don't own Twilight. Wow, really? Yes, really! Nuh-huh! Yeah-huh! You're joking! Nope, it's the truth! Seriously? Dude, I already told you. I don't own it. You're lying! GO AWAY AND SHUT UP! (stupid second personality....)

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